Alice in Wonderland???

I’ve been obsessed with Alice in Wonderland for quite sometime now.
I don’t know what exactly is so interesting in it. Whenever I saw the movie of Alice in Wonderland or read the story,It gives me a blissful feeling that I can’t define.

I’ve just recently bought,”The Complete By Lewis Carroll and Foreword my Philip Pullman.”

I just wanted to quote out some words and some Interesting topics from Alice in Wonderland chapter seven.
Of all the scenes in The Movie of Alice in Wonderland and the Book, my Favorite part was and will always be the Mad Tea Party.

According to the book, The Mad Tea-Party is noted down in Chapter seven,Page 95.
This scene explains pretty much of everything I’m so curious about.
When I was young,I used to feel that people cornered up themselves in order to be unique and in order to be respected. They make themselves popular and stopped other people from entering their lives. Some thought they are successful in their career and life. Of course, they are.
But by the time they figured out what they missed they’re too late.
Here:
“No room!No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming.

According to my point of view,the Mad Hatter,The March Hare and Dormouse didn’t want Alice to tag along with them, They feel that she might cause some problems and become a nuisance.

“There’s plenty of rooms!”said Alice indignantly,and she sat down in the large arm-chair at one end of the table.

In this quote, Alice wanted to be friends with the people she found in Wonderland just like we wanted to cope with the people around us. The people she saw didn’t wanted her company since they thought that they’re content with who they are just like the way we feel when people tried to enter in our lives.

This scene in my point of view describes what I wanted to personally tell to everyone.

“In this world,there is no one who is perfect or content with what we have.We have our own needs,troubles and problems.Sometimes, some people came into our lives to help us but we didn’t notice that and shut them out from our lives.I believe we all have burdens in our lives but we can at least overcome these problems.I’m not positive that It’ll all go away but I’m sure someone,somewhere will want to solve or at least listen to you.”

My Point Of View!!!

I cannot even describe what I've been feeling lately. It's a feeling between nostalgia and reminiscence.
Lately I've started writing in this blog to just share what's on my mind and I don't know when it started looking like my own personal Dairy.

I was never a person who share and open up to people. I just hate it when people started interfering into my own personal space, digging my old past. I never ask of that.

    I've been thinking and I found that I'm weird.

Why? I don't know. I just like being silent and just go with the flow. I was never a person who talks much. So, there's no point of making me trying to make me talk unnecessary things because in the end there will be time I snap at you and TRUST ME you wouldn't like it.

I'm weird in a way that I can be so sweet to you if you are good to me but if something goes wrong between me and you once,I can be the most evil person you've never encountered in your life.

I like humans,I like people who are mysterious but not every people.People are weird,I guess.

They found it hard to believe that somewhere in the world there are some people who just hates being exposed.
What's the use of trying to make a person to open up If the person doesn't accept it?
You just can't force someone to take a role in it if s/he refuses to do so.

I love observing things,even though they wouldn't cause any difference in my life.
Can people like being alone, but hate the feeling of being lonely? 

 Someone told me that alone doesn't mean lonely.

 I figured. But it’s strange how loneliness exists. Especially for people like me.

I was never a good person who keep lots of friends.I was afraid that I'd grow too attached to them that I might not be able to leave.I keep telling myself that It's okay.But not anymore.

I try so hard to push people out, and yet I feel lonely for doing it. Something about it feels uneven. Like, I know I don’t want to be with others, but why does it feel so sad? Like, I'm being left out, even though I did the leaving. I didn't want to contact my old friends just because I'd miss them?And I don't want to miss people. It make me feel weak. It’s unfair how we were constructed like this. 

I hate tears.
It make me feel weak.
I hate it when my eyes gets teary.
I hate it when there is a lump in my throat trying to explode.
I hate it when the tears would stream down my face.
I can't stand the feeling of not being able to control the situation.
I hate to cry.
Yet, I don't even know if I can stop my tears or not.
But now I know for some reason people would CRY. And we can't control it.
It's something natural.

“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.” 
― Brian Jacques, Taggerung





(Pictures in this blog are not mine. Credit goes to the owner.)

Dreams? Is it something I wanted?

When I was a child, whenever I tried falling asleep inside the classroom I would hesitate a lot. Not because I didn't want to sleep during the daytime, But because I knew that those nightmares would probably hunt me down during the daytime too.

I was never a child with lots of friends. You may wonder why? 
I just don't like people knowing me.
I don't like it when people started asking me questions about myself.
I hated it when people would start digging my personal issues.
I don't want people to pay attention to me.
I like it when they just act as if I'm just a piece of dust.
I don't like getting attention.
I just wanted to be a visible person without anyone asking or digging into my personal space.
I don't want people to act as if they're trying to be my best friend.
I don't like saying "HELLO".WHY?
Because Hello always ends with Goodbye.And I'm not sure whether I'll be ready to say Goodbye, ever.


I never had a good night sleep because there's something bothering me. Like a nightmare,but I can't quite specify it.I have no idea what it was but I don't like it at all.
At first I thought that it was because I read a lot of books and may be they're showing in my dreams.
But lately it's not just the themes in the book that shows,it's everything I saw in the daytime that has come to live in my dreams.
I'd see some of my friends getting shot or some getting chased by Dragons.
Some would become a Vampire and some,Werewolf.
Some even turns into an Angel and some into a serial Killer.

 

 

 

Sometimes I would wake up tired,sweating and a lot of fear building inside me. My chest would hurt and I'd feel like crying. But I can't cry. Something's pulling me inside, telling me not to cry.
Then it hit me, I hate crying.
It made me weak.
It make me feel useless.
It makes me look like a fool.
I hate it when my tears started forming inside my eyes.
I hate it when I have to wipe those tears streaming down my cheeks.
I just don't want to cry.

When I was a child I don't like sleeping during the daytime but now I'm quite comfortable.
WHY? Simple.
Even if I woke up having a nightmare or should we call it a bad dream,I know for sure that my friends or some people would be around. To make me feel relieve. And now I'm not scared to sleep anymore during the daytime. Sleeping during the daytime has become my spouse. And It make me feel good.


Whereas, I'm still afraid to sleep during the nighttime. I don't know what each night would bring.
I'm scared of what will appear in my dreams. Will it make me sad? Will it hurt me? Will it be a pleasant dream?

I just wanted to sleep peacefully for once and I just don't know how to overcome this nightmare.

For some people Dreams are awesome. But for me it's a headache.
I don't like having DREAMS.It make me feel insecure and helpless.


I wonder when Sleeping and Me will ever be in good terms?

My love for Books!!!

(Note: This is actually from my Blogger account posted on 29th June 2015. I decide that I want to share it here and add some lines to it.)

BOOKS.

What comes to your mind when you hear the word books?

For some, It might be sadness and for some happiness.

Everyone have our own way of thinking and judging.
We all love movies and watch them without complaining.
But, do we react the same when it comes to books?

"Books make us sleepy and tired," that's what I heard from a friend of mine.

Forte.

Passion.

Dreams.

Anything that makes us happy becomes our Fate.

It's been a while that I've been obsessed with novels and stuff.
I love reading fanfictions and sometimes I write them too.

No one will understand how I feel whenever I read a new book and How I'd feel sad when I've finished reading it.
Only a book lover will understand how it really felt.

Whenever I opened the first chapter of a new book,I used to think that,perhaps this is my new life.
The first chapter of every book is way different than the last page.
But I never wanted to open the last page, to see what happened in the end.
If I did that, I spoil the value of the book according to me.
It's like cheating on your partner.
"Don't ever open the last chapter before you start a book. It completely spoils the mood."

I like the smell of Books.

It gives me a moment of bliss.
It gives the feeling where we actually are in 'Emotional Roller Coaster' I would say.
It gives me freedom.
It gives me access to the smell of a whole new world.
To describe it simply,I would say,"I'm 'Novel High'".
Nothing can compare to the feeling of contentedness I felt when I smell a Book.
Holding a Book is A moment of joy where I'd forget all my emotional thoughts and unhappiness.

Books can give a person different feelings which no one could understand.

               

For me,Books are like my friends.

They make me Happy.

They make me Sad.

They make me Cry.

They make me Laugh.

They introduced me to a whole new world where I've no idea that it existed.

They take me to places that I've never been to.

A whole new world of Magic and Euphoria.

They told me how to adjust and to cope with people.

Books teach me a lot of things that I can't even describe.

I love the feeling that I got whenever the left pages are thicker and the right pages are thinner.

It's the feeling of joy and sadness.

Joy-I was happy that I'll soon find out what's happening in the end.

Sadness-I'll have to find a new Book to make me feel happy and that would be a hard task to do.