No matter how strong you think you are. There comes a point wherein you just suddenly feels that everything you are going through is so much. For the longest time, I had tried to play with my emotions. I had succeeded in fooling myself. I had pretended that I was not happy when I should just to protect my interest. I had shown great smile when no one knows i'm all bleeding inside. I had tried to modify and moderate my passions and limited my access to the world outside because other things deserve my attention. I had been the teacher to myself on how to deal with life's complexities.

I'm getting tired, there's just too much of so much. but i don't want to admit that I am getting there. Probably because I don't want to set my mind on something like that and I would want to continue to do what I am doing because this is all I want during my formative years. I made a promised to myself to do it, not for anything else and just for the sake of doing it. And as long as I live, I will continue to dream of the same wavelenght and focus.

And as they say... you can complain, rest if you must but don't you ever quit.

The Beginning

Now, at last I will start to write online. I had been accustomed writing in my journal in an "on and off " manner. There, I get to explode, expose and tell God all my thoughts regarding my pain, happiness, thankfullness, regrets, accomplishments and my defeats.

I will now venture into exposing my emotions into this virtual memory storage wherein I do not have any defense to cover my thoughts, perhaps it is something I want to do for the longest time.