I think sometimes, one has to quit focusing on the fact that the glass is half-empty. Often times, when u look away from that angle, one'll realise tt the glass is actually half-full.

Wat the hell am I blabbering about?
I don't know. It's kinda late, and I feel kinda drunk.

Althoh water and orange juice are the only things I downed.

okok, I'm beginning to feel as if I'm starting to make a mess out of this blog.
Bear with me. I'm feeling incoherent, yet so stubborn about penning down my disjointed thoughts.

I was reading a friend's blog a few minutes ago and I kinda get the feeling that she's kinda confused, kinda in denial, kinda depressed. I didn't think to comment much but after awhile, some kinda feeling began to seep inside me and I felt this urge to blog.

For awhile, I felt as if I was gliding on rainbow.

The sun seems to be shining brighter, and every step I take, I take it with a bounce.
Every morning I would wake up and cheerily bounced my way around the house and to work,
all the while my mind's working in a frenzy, dreaming up beautiful fantasies and possibilities.
My colleagues are wondering what the hell (or rather, what in heaven) happened to me.
My girlfriends are beginning to think I'm weird, and insufferable.

But well, I was happy (not that I'm not b4, or anymore now. I still am. But it's different)

However blissful it may be, there will come a time when even the most wonderful feelings start to fade away.
And well, it's often the perishable things that are the most beautiful, is it not?

No matter how much u like the rainbow,
no matter how much u enjoy the ride,
the hope,
the dream, it brings
u'll eventually come to the end.

I've reached the end of this rainbow.
There's nothing here.
No pot of gold,
No continuous paths to go on,
Just a sense of completion
a relief that I've come to the end, and

an answer that I've always known all along.

I think, most often than not, we know the answers to alot of things, but we just refuse to acknowledge them.Denial is the most common form of escapism. But then again, don't we all?

Religion, psychology, even friendships, kinships, are all tools in escapism. Escapism from what?

Ourselves?

Because we don't believe enough in ourselves, hence we choose to believe in these?

Sorry I strayed.

All I wanted to say was, don't deny anything my friend. It's useless.
Embrace it while it last.
Then celebrate that you once had something to smile over, when it's finally over.

Because miracles never last.