it's kind of annoying to be on such shaky ground. i'm still contemplating, pausing to contemplate and continue to contemplate.

why is it so hard? i think it was there but then again, was it there?

i know, i'm having this whole, big, gargantuan fort i build every day. sheesh.. i know i can't see it but it's there.

life is great, never been better. but these few days (not really few, i know for sure it has been for a few weeks), i found myself staring into space. like seriously. i missed my floor a few times in these past week (i hope you are happy reading this elle). i didn't even stop thinking about it. refreshing and looking back for the traces that the person left. which as far as i can see, traceable up to 2005. the power of electric document, i hear you say.

i don't know when this will end. usually i will be penning tons of flowery poem on my bed, in my room, in my baby cousin's room, on the floor...everywhere but i lost the will to do so now. i keep mum and think. seriously thinking. unnerving this is, i haven't been able to find the end to it yet. very frustrating.

it doesn't feel like a phase. darn, is it time to seriously thinking about this? *yawns