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...because friends do come and go, all I have is myself to depend on. Some lines I heard from a song. And it seems true to me. No matter how friendships are built, no matter how solid and long-time it is, there will always be that factor that drives us to a point where the friendship is best defined. Distance for example can be a very demanding factor. I guess what I need to have as new year's resolution is the fact that I can be with myself in plain security. Sometimes when you have so much friends, the tendency is to develop a barrier between you and other people not belonging in your cycle of friends, and even worse is the barrier you develop within your self. The presence of a person can be very consistent thus, you get used to it and eventually, if she leaves you, you'll end up hanging in open air. Friends do come and go but even if I know the idea, I just can't seem to detach myself a little bit more clearly. It's difficult to develop fondness and eventually spit

Surprise! Best word that I can come up to whenever I think about my life in twenty ten. It's like a gift hurriedly wrapped in plain, ordinary and simple clean sheet but the moment I opened it, I saw a diamond ring. It's like a drama movie but I end up laughing. It's like a hate letter I received from few of my detractors only to realize I read the apology and the renewed support and love. It's like an old flame realizing He's still in love with me after the major breakup. hahaha Sweet life! (beyond thinking na ata yan) But really, 2010 has brought me a lot of memories I am sure I would treasure. Some said hello and some said goodbye. The cycle of life, but no matter what, it has still been a memorable year for me. At 23, what, year of the ox? (I'm not sure) I have been blessed with a lot of opportunities. I have been bombarded with a lot of chances for growth and I have been poured with self- discoveries. And of course, Thank you God for all my travels. It means

My one true love, Christmas season! There is something in it that gives me the inner joy I always wanted to feel. There is something in it that creates in me a tingling feeling of satisfaction, of completeness and most absolutely, gratefulness. There is so much to thank Him for. The chances he gives are unimaginable. Anyway, this season brings in me a lot of realizations. This is somewhat an out of the ordinary season for me as it stirs in a lot of emotions. Perhaps, I can say that I am growing up. I get to feel more and more of it. The self-discovery and more challenging is the acceptance. Ho Ho Ho Ho! amidst my Hu Hu Hu Hu... This year, It brings about all the excitement. That aside, I am half- hearted. Maybe this is my way of learning things. This is fate's way of teaching me things I ought to know. And the flashback hit me, I am not an island, I am not that someone who is capable of staying strong the whole time within her dilemma. I choose to be weak this time. I choose to fee

Family Affair! Funny how my company party turns out to be a family affair. From my fab dress to my unique mask, everyone's just too busy for it. It's not as if I'm complaining instead I am delighted and grateful to know that everyone is helping me out. So, the party is like in two days. There goes my black dress shining like a black horse's hair. There goes my shoes(my gosh! I'm not so sure if I'd be able to carry it very well), there goes my mask (It did not hide anything), there goes the accessories, oh I forgot, I haven't got any yet. Anyhow, I am excited for Saturday's event. I'm not so sure if I'd be looking like a gossip girl coming out from the elite society of New York City, perhaps, I'd just be one of the crowd, normal looking, not so pleasing, not so pitiful. I'd just be me. lol So yes, my good friend bought her mask in SG. My other good friend made hers and it looked really nice. (remember the girl I told you? The one who I was

It isn't just me. The feeling of emptiness rushing through my veins and even before it happens, I am preparing myself. The truth hurts. The truth guarantees my loneliness and the truth is, I have to face it. I learned awhile ago that my sister's good friend is feeling just exactly how I feel. You know, seems like a door is closing on your very face. It seems like getting one's self ready for the inevitable and yet, you don't know how. The sad thing is, no matter how I try to prepare for it, still I just couldn't accept it as easy as I thought. Funny when I think about my sister's friend, trying to gather herself back again. She often refuses lunch invitation because she wants to have it alone. Somewhat, preparing herself for her going solo since my ate is leaving her in CDO. I heard that she's losing it, nakakawalang gana daw since she'll be left alone in their so-called battlefield. And surely daw, she'll miss the times when they do things their way

IMY! It's been months since I stopped my schooling. Of course, it takes a hell lot of me to just stay where I am and stop my mind from all those negative thinking. I always tell myself that there's a lot bigger picture I am to be into. Being in school is something that really amazes me. Working and schooling is a different thing. Well, I could not definitely say that everything is so difficult to do. Surely, I had fun moments to recall. But one thing is for sure, I miss school. I miss how I panic every time I look at the clock and it's close to six pm. I miss how I relay what I learned and talk as if I know more. ( I don't) I miss how I hang out with my classmates even though at times, I can be very, very exclusive. (almost antisocial, pamati much?) I miss how I get these hands cold from nervousness every time my professor would pick a lucky winner to answer his questions (and I'd prayed so hard, I wouldn't stand up and be humiliated)and of course, I miss how An

Mama, next year na... And she was like, "Are you sure? Why?" Wow! At para naman kaming nag-usap ng aking pagpapasakal, este pagpapakasal noh? Ngunit sa di mawaring dahilan, siguro'y ganun na nga ang parang nararamdaman ko. Yun bang, excited na medyo natatakot? Yun bang Handa na pero may ideya pa ring umatras? Yung ganun. Pero hindi, hindi kasi dapat magdalawang isip sa mga panibagong hakbang na tatahakin. Sabi pa nga, "when in doubt, don't do it"... Eh paano nga kung susundin ko yun, ano nalang kaya ang mangyayari sa buhay ko? Mananatili akong naka hang sa ere. Hindi alam ang gagawin, nakalawit ang dila, magulo ang buhok, blangko ang ekspresyon at walang kabuhay buhay ang mga mata. Ang sagwa! Naiisip kong siguro ay panahon na. Hindi na naman ako bumabata at kelangan ko ng matutuhan at makilalang maigi ang aking sarili. Isa itong sugal, napakalaking sugal na lahat yata ang itinataya. Siguro nga'y hindi wais ang ideya kong ito. Ngunit sino nga ba ang makap

Para kang tae, di kita kayang paglaruan. Define Cheesy. Parang nauuso ang pagiging keso. When someone tells you something like, "you know, para kang alarm clock..." and you would say, "Bakit?" then he tells you, "kasi ginigising mo ang natutulog kong puso", it is corny right? But then something inside you feels a little more than glad. It feels good. And sometimes you would wonder, this guy is such a player. You would want to forget his pick up lines, get busy with momentary duties and yet when you remember what he said, you just couldn't help but smile. (babaw ba?lol) Anyway, I was able to watch MAG as in My Amnesia Girl. I first thought it was a so-so movie. You know how Pinoy movies are, super predictable. But then, this one got me going. I couldn't help my smile and laughter especially on the batuhan ng lines part. Palaban si Irene eh. And I must say such a career development for Toni G, who I've known, is not much of a on-screen kisser act

I don't get it. Every time I hear his name, I only have the word, "IRRITATION" written in my mind. My veins have mind of its own, the blood rushes through channels and would stagnate inside my brains. It takes awhile to regain my sanity. I feel really bothered and feels capable enough to destroy a hollow block in one karate chop. (violent eh noh?) Oh really, I don't want to sound as if I'm that sporty because I know I am not. (I have accepted that) but this guy is so capable of making me feel these sensations. Mygosh! Makakalbo ako sa kakaisip sa kanya. The nerve! Okay, I could not discount the fact that we've been friends. Long ago, yes we did. And somehow, we shared moments and memories I am supposed to cherish. What went wrong? I don't know. I just realized one day, something has gone wrong. Our ways drifted apart. Maybe I lost the connection, or maybe I must've realized he has something within him that's so weird, the kind that you would dread

Fantastic! Being in a place where 99% are strangers is something new and exciting. My eyes would grow its widest just to observe how these strangers act in their own land. I would enjoy sitting by the pavement and looking around. My mind would do its wander and I would forget what time it is, where I am and how I was able to get there. I am lost in my observance. It's like travelling into a place where all you have is yourself and your English. And of course, some money to get by. It's like dreaming but you'd find yourself lost in the vision of your dreams as it comes to reality. So, Malaysia was what I kinda envisioned. The place, the view, the language and of course, the bigger component, its people. Kuala Lumpur is like a hybrid of the rich and the poor countries. It stands in between. It has in it various religion, various culture and economic wisdom. (Why economic wisdom? Currency at 14php equivalent, streets wide and smooth, It's like PH's upgraded version) Fo

Twists and turns, buckets of rainwater, plane leaving, lost touch... Haah! Few of the things we experienced in both countries abroad. Gosh! whenever I remember everything, I just couldn't help but feel the tension building up again and again. The pressure and the sweating is too much in a day's work. Singapore was awesome. What made it more wonderful is the fact that we are all first timers in Singapura. Delightful! Imagine my eyes go round everytime I look into the menu and bring in my calculator to convert the price for a piece of bread filled with veggies and a pour of mayo. I couldn't help myself from thinking how many kilos of rice would my one burger meal cost in the Philippines. Horror is felt when every time we find that the MRTs are closing since we were still out at 12am. The taxis would be costing much as 50% is added to the original metered fare. My mind would go down the distance to compute conversion. And I thought to myself, if I were to stay there, I guess I

Glitters, feathers, laces, rhinestones and stick glue: A way to ward off being blue! So here it is again, our every-two-years company Christmas party! Woohoo! Although, I don't expect a lot of spectacular activities in store as well as spectacular cuties come storming the gathering, I am hyped up for the event. This is once in a blue moon. This is something grand, a party thrown by the biggest and brightest bank in the Philippines (ahem, biased? haha) Two years ago, we had the same event but with a different theme. That was Disney- inspired, something animated like a cosplay. I came sporting a sailormoon outfit (which I am so proud of coz I made it myself, with regards to eye bags the next morning) while all the others came with outfits rented from party hosts and children party's attractions alike. This year is much of the sophisticated, mature and mystical effect, everyone is expected to be in black with a stunning mask on! Fabulous right? Well, It can be more fab if it's

Yeehaw! November's here and one thing defines it: MAJOR TRIP! You can tell how excited I am. I'm feeling dandy as days grow closer. It's this emotion you feel, when somebody you're attracted to says Hi! and even stays for awhile to talk to you. It's the same feeling when you receive your first text message from him telling you, how lovely you were or perhaps, telling you how he enjoyed the talk you had early on. But even if the text message would just read a simple "Hi!" or ":)", you just can't stop yourself from saving it or categorize it to a new folder labeled under his name. (Not guilty! haha) It's this feeling when a call would mean so much to you even if what you say is always, "Hello" or more of, "hahaha" or a simple "yeah". It's intoxicating. It is so much refreshing. It's like a breath of fresh air from all day's airconditioner occupation. Surely, this is something to look forward to. And

Whoa! Hold it right there! I am not sure if I'd be feeling little cute, flattered or annoyed. Because obviously, I am surprised to know something from the past. So there, there goes my former classmate coming out from nowhere asking me stuffs I am not sure if I'd be willing to answer. But as politely as I can I still answered him. And he told me something I am surprised to know about... He asked if I was okay, and I said yes, fine and quite busy. He then asked what I am busy about, I told him, well ordinary everyday life. He then followed up and told me that I am busy with my bf and I just laughed. I don't wanna answer stuffs like that, come on! Then all of a sudden he asked if I can be courted, and I was like? huh? Then he said, and this struck me, "You are nice, others might not have seen that, but I did", "I might court you, if only to continue my HS plan". Whoa! That's too much! Mygosh! and I was like, "what was your HS plan?" he replie

Weddings... All I can picture is bliss. The excitement, anxiety and perhaps challenge. One of those thoughts, I know, worth living for. Blame it to the various prenuptial pictures I've been browsing these past few days. I mean, you know, the photographer really captured the inner emotions. I felt how they feel. I felt I was in the picture. Someday, I'll have mine too. It made me imagine my future prenuptial. Perhaps, I can marry young. I want to. It's possible, isn't it? Marrying at maybe, 24 or 25 or 26? Wow. Seems to me, I'd be marrying next year... handa na kaya ako? But the bigger question is, Saan na ang groom ko? haha My friend and I talked about our future partners, the more I imagine him, the more I am convinced that I need someone who can be my best buddy. Someone I can hangout with, perhaps share my deepest emotions, share part and parcel of my day and share the littlest of my travels. Someone who can be a really really good friend, ride in my mischiefs, l

Things to do: TOO MANY TO MENTION Alright, I made a list on the things needed to be done. Boohoo! Not a single of it erased and labeled done. I think that I've got so little time, so little money for it. Some things are just put in priorities. And needless to say, these things are tied up and depend upon the upcoming trip. What do I have but a single job, a single salary, a single source of money. I'm trying my best to cope financially. (I know this is off lol). Funny as it may sound, money is that needed. Practically, almost everything requires money. But of course, I cannot argue that it guarantees happiness. Working in a bank, proves and objects that, depending on circumstances. My daily routine is to oversee everything that involves money. At times, they can just be plain papers, counting it is like counting cards (the one you play when you were younger). Anyway, First on my list is my driving. Pop wouldn't allow me unless I enroll myself in a driving school. (Doesn'

'Cause that's what you get for waking up in ES-GEE! So how many days to go? Less than 2 weeks? OHMY! This is gonna be it. This is something insanely huge. Topping it for the "why list" is that... I am emptying my savings for it. In fact, I'd be indebted. How poor can I go? How low can I bargain? I don't actually know. Tentatively, it runs a little more than twenty grand excluding of the travel fare. But Geez, Who cares? I'd be packing my bags, downloading songs on my ipod, gathering maps and saving all the more. I can't wait. Once again, I am running into a bigger scope. It's like climbing a mountain, the climb is tedious, amazingly tricky and sure needs a lot of energy. But once you get into the peak, see for yourself, it's worth every sweat! And until such time I'd be tucking myself with a seat belt, turning off all my electronic devices, listening carefully to heart-known instructions and praying silently for safety, I'd just be cros

And my sister blurted out, "magkaka boyfriend na yan, Ma". And I was like, "who?". She said, "You!" Wow! Buti pa sya alam nya, ako hindi. Unexpectedly, my mother's face lit up. She giggled and went on to ask on who's the lucky guy. "Secret!", she heard me. Sometimes, I am confused with my parents' reaction really. They seem to be so protective of me, telling me not to have a relationship yet, enjoy my being single and stuffs. Then one moment, they're out there, telling me I am twenty three and I need to explore relationships. They're excited. Tell me, Saan nga ba ako lulugar? There's no one to blame but my mahaderang older sister. How imaginative of her to link me with this guy I barely knew. (alright, he's the one I am crushing with). My mother is asking me nonstop. I never knew she have known about someone... hah! I thought she was blind, ako pa ang nasorpresa. hayyy Kung ako lang, okay na sana eh. Kaso nga, hindi pi

Disaster! Geez! I never imagined it could be this uneasy. It's purely trivial and intimidating. Blankly, I hate it. I hate how my mother is involved with facebook and my father as an accessory to the crime of spying on me. Mygosh! Surely, this is something new. All my comments, remarks, posts and even a simple like on a statement are familiar to them. Those friends who constantly comment on my shoutouts, they seem to investigate. Hello world. What the heck?! This should not come as something really really irritating right? When your parents are innovative enough to cope with the changing times? When your parents are possibly protecting you from all the harm an unwanted stranger comments? Or when the parents are learning digitally? Duh. The more I think about it the more I begin to want that my password be changed (because admittingly, my password is stored and my mother can easily open or should I say hack my account?). Or yes, probably block my mother from my friend's list? (I

Getting all hyped up. I saw his picture and there goes my heart, poppin like a mad motorbike. I wish, I wish... Well, this is unsolicited. I promised myself to keep mum about certain aspects in my life. They're calling me desperate, I find it really pathetic. I hate how I get affected with the things I hear, those things worth not to be heard as it strike deep emotions. I hate how people take control over my emotions. I don't need dictations. I am full of it. Anyway, my sister is so excited. It started with my excitement, letting her know that I am crushing someone who's from somewhere, a friend of a friend. I gave her the link and told her to check him out... WHOA! As expected, she finds him really really cute ( like I do) and more. I had the best laugh when she told me, she's gonna befriend him on facebook, tell him about my being crushing him. haha plus the blackmail! then the gut feeling and the daydreaming of mister cuteeey whom she wants to have "lihi" w

Sayang ka! Wow, words I think I do not want to hear. Words I expect not to hear from people who knows me best especially when it pertains to currently made decisions. I think that it provokes regrets and disappointment. It provokes lowliness rather than rising up. But sometimes, it provokes better thinking... We were having lunch in our very own office pantry and our boss joined us. I was silent for awhile as I am worried about the upcoming school exam. I just sat there, staring at the wall point-blankly. Then I heard my boss said something. I did not mind because I thought she was talking to my other mate. I heard her mumble, "Pee!" so I looked at her and she told me... "What is your ambition?" I was surprised and said "So random, Why do you ask ma'am?" She told me that she was just curious. And I said, "Well, one thing's for sure, I never imagined myself in a bank. I was just devastatingly tempted to apply for it because my friends are here

Realizations... Everyday is a realization. One moment it hit me, the next it does again. Sometimes I begin to wonder, I think I'm thinking too much. So here comes the fact that I am really interested to go abroad. Perhaps, I could find a work there,live and settle. I don't know. I am really tempted to explore the world. It is within my reach. But what's stopping me is the thought of my parents. I mean, I could not just move out and transfer someplace else. My mom's health is unpredictable. Pop's with her. I feel that I am to stay beside them. I feel that I have the purpose to stick with them whatever happens. The confusion is between my goals and sticking to home. I am young, If there's something young people do, it is to explore the world outside the box. Alright, I do have my share of those fair trips but what if I want to stay longer in such a place? I think I am compelled to just stay where I am right now. The thought kills me because I want to be happy. It&

If it's meant to be, then it is meant to be... The irony of it all is that, even sayings, quotes or whatever you call it, has its own counterpart. In this case, "It's you who make your own destiny." Isn't it confusing? complicated? and extremely doubtful? Ah... the true meaning of life. So now to the story proper... A good friend finally decided to take off. She has finally decided to just let go and dive. I remembered the night she texted me and said, "Pee, I have told them" and surprised, I am not. I have been expecting it. In fact, I have expected it to happen early on. We were two separate individuals bonded by the career we chose. We met years ago in college and haven't really known each other until the moment we sat in the airport waiting for our jet. That was almost three years ago. But perhaps it was destiny. I remembered applying for another bank before graduation. I had my interview days after. One day, I went there and talked to the perso

Kahit nais kong magsulat na gamit ang wikang Ingles, sisikapin ko sa pangatlong pagkakataon ang magsulat sa wikang aking nakagisnan. Kung tutuusin siguro'y kung wala ang telebisyon at radyo, pati mga pahayagan, malamang di ko naman tlaga matututunang magsalita nito. Paano'y sa aming pook, bisaya naman talaga ang pangunahing dayalekto. Subalit, ang aking pagsulat ay t ungkol sa isang napipintong paglalakwatsa este pagkakaroon ng pagkakataong mag aral ng kultura, ng ibang lahi at makatagpo ng mga bagong kakilala. Hindi naman paglalakwatsa yun diba? Datapwat ito'y isang mahalagang kaganapan. Iyon bang maaari mong balik balikan sa iyong gunita kung ikaw'y matanda na at nakaupo na lamang sa silya habang naggagantsilyo. Ang aking mga paglalakbay ay sadyang napakaespesyal. Lalong dumaraming napupuntahan, lalong maraming natututunan. Para sa akin, ito'y lakbay-aral. Maaaring sa iba'y ito'y ganap na kapritso lamang. Pagsasayang hindi lamang ng pera kundi ng panahon.

Words are indispensable. In my case, it's complicatedly beyond indispensability. Sometimes, talking does all the stuffs leaving no room for discovery later on. Where is the surprise in that? Where is the mind-boggling mystery yet to be discovered? Where is the drive to delve deeper to get the whole picture? You see, talking just preempts everything. Something happened? Not that it's life threatening. Perhaps, I am just being paranoid. Oh well, a long list of realization. Hear this out! I realized... ...It's high time for me to just be silent from time to time. The problem lies in the sharing of thoughts and later on commanding the topic. It isn't right. Although, it could be fun but it just eliminates the ability of the others to share. ...that the more sharing goes on, the more stories are coming out which should not be told. At least not in a way that could trigger more and more questions, and yes, intrigues. ...that sometimes, my words are used against me. A simple j

And when I asked, "Are you an NBSB no more?" she replied, "Officially, Today!" Whoa! So there begins the love story of a recently Ex-NBSB. Exciting, what an understatement. I'm elated., ecstatic, blissful, words that would mean same thing as overly excited and on a super high. After twenty three years, coming out of the shell is quite liberating. Imagine the barriers you set, the defenses you built and the barricades you created, the things you do for self-protection and perhaps, pain control mechanisms. It's not that easy to let go of all that. It's never easy to gamble especially if it involves feelings. It's like in finance, it depends whether you take the chance and gamble your money on a more risky investment with a promise of bigger income or you take up steady investments, safe capital, less income. It's a crossroad. It's a mind game. It's a game of chance. Forgive me but I know I am not in the position to state how it feels like b

Is it just me or Is it the weather? December's fast approaching and by that, it doesn't only mean saving more but trying even more. Trying what? Well, perhaps trying to continue every good thing, trying to spend more time with the ones you love, trying to lend a hand or maybe, trying to find a new flame. This world is surely about trying. Every trying begets a result. The nights seem to be colder, start of the hustle and bustle of city streets. People getting into the rush. Floods of smiles coming up. You know, December means love. It means going out of the orddinary routine and just showing the world how to be happy. If all people would just think like that, It'll be a better world to live in. But sadly, it's too good to be true. But even so, I love December. I love how busy I am even if the bank pours out all of my energy in a day. I love how the christmas lights do twinkle. There's an inner joy felt in that. I love how the lanterns do shimmer and how the trees gr

There is joy in reading. There is this uncontrollable force that sticks you into a book, a magazine or even a piece of article. As for me, the more personal the article is, the more worthy it is to be given attention to. Oh no! I'm not trying to pry or be nosy about anything, it's just that I admire spontaneity and candidness in a content. Maybe that's the reason why I'm hooked up with this blogging stuff. But even then, I had this habit of just reading anything and later on sharing it. It's like information dissemination right? A true job for a P.I.O. A good friend waited for me at the school's lobby, I asked her why she's meeting me there and not at my classroom, I then realized that she's bringing a very beautiful bouquet of white with pink edge petals on it. It was so nice. I saw how overwhelmed she was. Well, that worked Mr. T! Anyway, I was asked, if you were to be given a gift, not really that fancy, between roses and teddy bear what would you lik

"We've been born together. We've experienced the pain and the laughter. We've always been best of friends. It's you who knows me best."- an old doctor told his privates this same line I couldn't help but laugh while being told this. The wife told us about how she found her husband doctor talking with his privates on the bed one cold morning. My gosh! Was it due to old age? Or was it... I mean, Nah! It sounds really funny but these instances do happen. Forgive me for rather being restrictive about this, blame it to the fact that I am single! Period. Sometimes, no matter how we try to keep things burning, it's just not happening. Things come to a point of real change. The things you admire most before, soon you'll grow tired of it. I hope this limits to THINGS and not to PERSONS. But maybe, it does. I have this cousin whom I really am fond of when I was younger. In fact, he was the little brother that I never really had. He was the extension of my bo

Greatest Ambition: Flight Attendant Present Occupation: Constant Wannabe Darn! While it is common knowledge that I really want to be a Flight Attendant, I chose not to. Okay, I submitted a resume for PAL sometime after college, got a call and scheduled for an interview, now what? never attended. It may sound as a lame excuse but I wasn't able to secure permission from my boss that time. Or should I say that the permission I asked was a bit too weak for the determination i had. I remembered, I got a call at home and I was told to go to a hotel for an interview at 2pm. I came to work in a rather fashionable way (of course, quite different from my ordinary getup). I had my hair fixed and my shoes done. I was hesitant to approach my boss since I was on probation (below 6 months from the company I am currently in). It took me seconds to finally blurt out what I wanna say and Boom! My boss then just gave me a questionable look, from her face, I know it meant a big NO! Anyway, I can say

This might be a confession. Beware! How do I see my self in two years' time? Well- traveled! Ask me this personally and the same answer applies. Perhaps by that time, I've explored bits and pieces of Philly and traveled vast across Asia. How about in five years' time? Jet setter! Had my Euro trip, visit a city inside a city, kissed the pope's hand, visited remnants of old footprints, discovered wonders of basilicas and unfold history of ancient times. How about in seven years' time? Expert trekker! Climbed Andes, Hiked Kilimanjaro, Summit of Himalayas, or even reached peak of Everest. Imagination much? Who knows! There is nothing impossible for a vagabond. Born and out in this world, taken as a playground for explorations and discoveries. There is no better thinking than this. But wait, Why do I always associate travel with my future? Sometimes, I wonder if I'd be able to pull myself out of my to-be-where list. You see, I wonder why in how-many-years'-time,

I choose not to think. Thinking is a very complicated process. It provokes passion and fantasy, bliss and wonder, thrill and suspense and of course, picturesque images of almost anything. But for me, thinking has a different meaning. It takes millions of scope under its wing. So what do I have against thinking? To say the least, in the normal setting, I have nothing against it. It proves my humanity. It is a concrete proof of my existence. But under the context of imagination, my answer quite differs. It builds and rebuilds me. Let's categorize what I ought to say. Thinking for the purpose of checking balance between reality and the ideal is the normal setting of how thinking works. This is the type of thinking when sometimes you wish to continue and along the process makes you want to stop. When you think of reality, it either inspires you or breaks you. Either way, It serves as a test to determine where you are at that certain point of time. Thinking for the purpose of fanta