Small Things

Small Things

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important". This is a saying from Arthur Conan Doyle, author of the famous novels revolving about the detective Sherlock Holmes.

i heard the saying when i was but a little boy. and even at that time, i put some thought into it. i had realised, what he said was true. as a simple minded boy, i remember thinking as i looked upon canals and large drains "these railings are so simple, but yet, without them, the enviroment would be so much more dangerous".

but that was simply viewing things from the physical way of nature.

humans...also apply in that way. all our little actions, and words. like how little things annoy us most. and how the little things in life are what make it enjoyable.

anyways. this post aint about me ranting about all that stuff. go read about EQ (emotional quotient in case u dont noe) if u want to noe more.

this post is once again, about my feelings. ha.

time for some cryptic mumbo jumbo.

im not being realli bothered about it.

true...im not.

i dont look at her often in class. i dont sms her to chat. i dont call her when im bored. i dont realli think shes in my mind often.

but yet.

i look at her blog everyday. just to see if she wrote about me.

i go online late in the nite, just to see if shes there.

im always interested in her affairs.

i get worried for her when i shouldnt bother so much.

i talk to her nicer then i do others.

i find myself careful of what i say.


how contradicting.

time will tell.

p.s.: "There is nothing as deceptive as an honest fact" - Arthur Conan Doyle