For I awake to dream sometimes.
I awake to fall, and reminisce.
Of selfish thoughts.
Of seamless acquisitions.
And reverberated faith.

All lined up in perfect rows,
all served on a silver platter.
But to dream is to be unconscious.
And to rever in perfect sense,
is to live with echoes of a nightmare.

I'd catch my breath if I could.
But time waits for no man.

There's no reason why I should turn around.

It’s not like I’m losing an old friend, I’m just gaining a new one.

I guess life is like that. Crappy one second, and wonderful the next.

Count your blessings.



Because.

Life is a journey.

Sometimes you fly high up in a plane, sometimes you have to wade through a swamp, and some other times, you’re pretty much stuck in the desert.

If you could have asked me yesterday, what I was most thankful for, I’d have told you this. I’m thankful for all the things that had gone past bad and back to good again.

ps: I'll be taking pictures again after I finished with all my busy projects

thesis.

Now I realize that there is no such thing.
There is only "change of plan", "change of direction".

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The past year had been whirl winding.
Is it possible to age three years in just 12 months?

I'm grateful, though.
It's been one hell of a ride,
but at the end it's worth every moment.

Who would've thought,
I'd be where I am now?

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Failure used to be the word I dread the most.

But failure,
is also the lesson from which you will learn the most.

1. I haven't bought any shoes in almost four months
2. I have no internet at home in the past month
3. And my CD player is broken

No music, no MSN, no new shoes.
How much worse can it get?

Surprisingly enough, I'm surviving.
And it hasn't been a struggle at all.

No music, fine, I'll sing in the shower.
No internet, fine, I can use the time to draw or read.
No new shoes, fine, I still have plenty I haven't used.

And I think I like life better this way.

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I'm loving my life.
I'm loving my semester.
I'm loving my friends and family.

Rehab is definitely good.