I'm on a High!

*I don't know why I start opening this site and continue typing words I think to be coherent. I guess there has come a point wherein words need to be written and heard.* There was a point in my college life where my most friends talk about that movie 500 Days of Summer . Basically, I was  forced to watch it because of pressure (?) and curiosity (I think?). Two strangers supposed to make a good love story. But, in the end, it was not a happily-ever-after for them. That was so much feels . But, I just have to let it go. *I am watching this again  and I am distracted with Summer singing. Hahaha* "Love is not Santa Claus ." It is not made up. It is not something you tell your children for them to good. It's a game that no one will win or lose. They will always have something to lose and gain. Weird. We may all have our own Summer - the girl walks into our lives and rips our life into pieces then walks out without any good reason. I may have my o...

My mind is probably the scariest place right now. You'll never know what's inside this. My heart must be the narrowest place in my life. Everything's stuck in the middle. My life would be the least exciting thing to watch. I don't want to know what will happen tomorrow. I am sick of thinking ahead and denying of the thing/s I wish I had. I'd like myself to remember that this day happened. I think I need someone to share all my frustrations. But, I don't want really to tell everything. I'd probably jus want to see other people. This day shall pass. This day will be just every other day.

It's almost two years since I last post something for an audience to see or read. I never know what it feels like to write on this white canvas. It's not the most exciting thing to do but somehow it's fulfilling. I have been reminded of what I was used to be and what I could be. There was not complete turn around of what I like. I still love writing. And, I can still do those unimaginable things I used to do. It's strange how I seem to write every bit of emotion I have without telling what those are. I never wanted to share my life to those who'd like to pry on something. I'd rather keep it on my own lest nobody undeserving got into my way. How can I sum up those days I missed blogging? I owe it to myself to keep me reminded of the things that I did. Probably, one day when I get to write my own memoir, I'd just look it up to this. Construction. Teaching. Masters. Detox. Soul search. Those probably could sum those times I did not post anything. It...