Here comes the sun.

I'm writing (or technically, typing) now just because I already have loads of time to kill. I kept telling myself and other people how deeply drowned I still am because of this semester, but now fortunately I can speak of rainbows and butterflies, well a little. I read a blog just a few minutes ago. She's a stranger, completely unidentified, I just saw her twitter page and consequently saw her blog. She's gorgeous, eye-catching, talented, and emo-tional. Almost all her recent writings were all about sadness, depression, and everything that is pretty much "Jadedness", without much vivid causes. The truth is I don't really care about this person, and yet I saw a mirror of myself while reading her statements. All I know is, though without utter assurance, is that I don't ever want to be that kind of person again. The kind who kept burning herself alive and almost always reckless. Ashamed as I should be, I wont ever forsake my emo-tional self, for this is how I was moulded by my nearly lifeless reality.

I fall all the time, and I learn, fortunately, that to be careless sometimes is better, is something I consider ironically pragmatic, but not always, especially when you're around the street of Pedro Gil, taft.

To bury the hatchet is better. To constantly rekindle happiness takes serious effort. To choose sanely is hard but possible. And to love is risky and pain in the ass yet it is all worth it.

Sometimes life takes away the choices, God doesn't give you any prescribed and detail to detail game plan, but of course we have the Bible to aid us. Yet we know it. We know it too well, we just couldn't figure it out yet. We quote. We make beautiful assumptions out of all the pain and sadness we have endured. We rise up when we fall. We love despite risks. We care even if its unrequited. We live. Even if we think and feel otherwise.