Tuesday, January 20, 2009


I am hundred miles away from home. I have come this far to pursue happiness. Never sure if I will really find it here but I am hoping that the journey to it would bring me back to my old self: the secured, content, and vigorous me. I don’t know if my foresight still works for me to plan things ahead. What I do know is limited to the time and space which surrounds my existence at the moment. I am too young they say to think about these things, to think about dark solstice and frozen nights. I myself can’t imagine why I have become the person that I am now; to reach this phase where life seems to weigh down on your being so much: a stomp to the reality that life can never be for those who slack behind and wait till the coming of the inevitable ending.

So here I am trying to make an impression out of things that I am not yet bound to live miserably if I choose not to be. So here I am returning to what I love most: telling you my story.


Anonymous said...

ourselves, our beings, having thy self as one's own hero and anti-hero.
immortalizing our different states through writing remains to be among the most productive passions and medicines.
among the most genuine forms of sharing.

manilenya said...

Welcome back, yeah! why push too hard? you still have a long way to go. Enjoy life.

Lydia said...

It is a great day to have a post from you. Travel far in your dreams and you will see them come true. :)

Mugen said...

You have been missed. Glad you're back.

deus ex machina said...


yeah, thanks. I haven't been around for a while. what's up?


thank you mom. thank you for lifting my spirits up. will really make up for lost time.


Missed you too. . . hope we meet in person one of these days.

Mugen said...

Looking forward to meet one of the writers I admire in blogspace.

pulse121581@yahoo.com This is my email. God bless.