Sometimes when i look back my old entries, i don’t feel like i was the writer at all. Take this as example:
I realized something.
Whenever i’m sad/upset/angry/etc, i should ask myself a question:
“DOES IT REALLY MATTER?”
More often than not, the answer will be “no”.
Example? The pimples. Do they really matter? NO.
=)
Of course, if something does really matter, then i’ll need to do something about it. But usually it’s the thing that doesn’t really matter causes trouble in things that do really matter. Example? I was angry with my mum and kept complaining in front of her when she was late in fetching me to school. And she teared. The a-few minutes of her being late didn’t really matter, but our relationship does really matter a lot. Ok i was young and immature during my secondary school time. Sorry mummy!
- Kah Hwee on March 5, 2009
Don’t you think this is brilliant? :P
Frankly, the current me has totally forgotten about this principle of “DOES IT REALLY MATTER?” until i read it again now. I am surprised how mature my thinking was that point of time. Sometimes, i really need to remind myself again and again and again about all these good principles in life. Another good one is this:
Happiness Rules 快乐的条件:
- Free your heart from hatred
消除心中的仇恨
- Free your mind from worries
消除脑中的忧虑
- Live simply
简单的生活
- Give more
付出多一些
- Expect less
期望少一些
How many have you fulfilled? 你做到了几项?
Alright, let me do a quick check:
- No hatred?
Checked!
- No worries?
Hmmmmm. I think everyone has worries. Mine might be considered relatively lesser? Haha
- Live simply?
Quite simple… ummm… relatively simpler i think?
- Give more?
Depends on what i’m giving…
Give more in projects and assignments – yes.
Give more to my friends and family – definitely not enough…
Give more to the society? *blush* i’m ashamed of myself
- Expect less?
Hmm. I do expect a lot from myself. That’s how i get myself improved. This should be reasonable i think?
Hmmm.
Besides that, i’m totally amused by myself when i read again what i wrote here, here and here. Absolutely amazing.
Some people are curious that why bloggers blog. For me, i started blogging when i left my home for my A-levels in Singapore. My first ever blog entry was posted in in May 2005 here. I wanted to use blog as a channel to update my family and friends (who bother to read) about my life in Singapore. I did consistently update the blog with my recent events, feelings and photos. It then slowly turned out to be a place for me to share my thoughts and perspectives, good articles, stories, songs, videos, etc.
And now, i think blogging could help in my personal growth. I guess this is one of the reasons i continue blogging nowadays (although it’s pretty infrequent). It’s for me to do a reflection on myself – to recall who i was in the past and think who i am now; to ask myself whether i have grown or i am moving backwards; to learn from the past me and past experience…
I am a forgetful person. I need somewhere to record what i thought and went through so that when i look back in the future, i still remember who i used to be. Why don’t i just use a private diary then? Hmmm. Well, making it public would help update people (again, for those who bother to read) about me, understand me a little more too. Meanwhile, i can also get some feedback from those who bother to comment.
However, i do notice some difference between the current me and the past me while i blog. The past me was more of a carefree person who just wrote whatever popped up in my mind without much consideration. Somehow this is not the case now. Sometimes, i do hesitate when i write. I don’t exactly know why/how this happens. I saw my friend’s entry a few months ago which has precisely described my feeling:
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I wrote of my days. I wrote of my dreams. I wrote of my fear. I wrote of my wants. I wrote of the mundane. I wrote of the excitement. I wrote everything in the light. I wrote everything behind the light. By writing everything was out in the open and nothing was in the dark.
I cringe reading some of those things. Why oh why did I ever publish that on a public blog!?! How thoughtless of me to write that. How could I? But I did. I supposed I did with a need to be transparent, to be proud of myself.
Contrast with the silence of present.
I hid my days. I hid my dreams. I mask my fear. I mask my wants. I live in the mundane. I dream of the excitement. I keep everything in the dark. I keep everything under the cover of night.
Where, when and how it happened? Needing to keep up appearances. Hiding your emotions under a mask. Being more confident than you ought to be.
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Maybe… this is the price of becoming a so-called adult… But anyway, i’ll try to continue this effort. Train myself to reflect and share. That’s why… I’m typing this now. Heeheehee.
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有时我会怀疑自己在大学里一直在忙呀忙呀忙呀忙的(尤其是最近),这样究竟好不好呢?忙的时候比较不会想太多,但是也会开始忽略了生命中一些重要的东西…就像Morrie先生说的那样。不忙的时候会想比较多,特别多愁善感的(有点像现在,多数Project和Assignment都过了,没那么忙了,该准备考试的时候不读书,在读自己的部落),但是灵感也比较多,所以这几天写的也比较多,呵呵