Monday, October 29, 2012

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I have a curse. My curse is that I can build up a short story or a novel everytime I take a bath or go to sleep but I can never seem to write them.


My mind wanders, my mind is eager for a story, all are beautiful, all are exhilarating.


Now that I am entering a new phase in my life, I sometimes feel restless. It is like opening a door without knowing what's behind, I may take a clue but it's not enough.


I also need rest, have been restless for almost a year now because of this thing called work. Sometimes I feel kinda little stupid. Sometimes I don't understand my self, why I feel bad now when I know it was my idea. I could've just stayed in my safe ground and play with the breeze but I know I would get bored.



No regrets! Everything is just going so well. Only few more months to go and we're gonna fly home, this time it's for real. Sometimes I get anxious of what lies ahead, but hey, I know who holds tomorrow and it will all gonna be fine. :)