Another Saturday night at home. I think I am being used to the whole idea of not going out. My plan to go out tonight did not pursue. So I am just here, lazying around with Macky. Hours ago, I was ready to sleep after watching 100 Days with Mr. Arrogant, I decided to check my friendster, then I browsed on my old hacked account to check on the latest of people who used to be in my list. Then I saw his account, we really are not friends, we only know each other. His profile touched my heart, his status message captured my soul, and his entries made my tears fall. I wanted to send him a message, to send my condolences, but I will be more than 3 months late, and I might even cause him to freshen the hurt. I tried to read his brother’s entry but I cant seem to go on. I was stopped by his entry about his personal roller coaster ride, two months ago before i quit my job, I was exactly in the same ride as his, when tears become your constant companion, when the word karma feels so true and when you just wanted to forget at the same time believe. I THOUGHT I WAS STRONG. Emotional baggage and reality made me lose the strengths I believed I have. Three months ago, I jumped out of that ride, it was the only way to save myself from that unwanted ride. Now that I jumped, I feel like I accomplished nothing, but I guess my smiles and laughters were enough accomplishments.   

 

To DJ… keep smiling…