the longest journey begins with a single step

      Sometimes you know things that you don’t allow yourself to know that you know them. These are the things that you think be better off placed at the backseat. But no matter how much you pretend that they aren’t there, they have their way of coming out and bite you. There is so much to write about what happened in the month that had passed…and even though I don’t want to reminisce about them just yet… I have to get them out of my system… or else I would end up self-destructed…

     It’s been more than a week since I got from my vacation. It was a great thing that I had to back the very next day after my flight… At the very least I could divert my attention to something else. True enough, majonda flooded me with tons of work, work that as if hasn’t been done for a month…weekend came; of course, I went to church on Friday. I went home earlier than usual. I finished the service but left right away. I spent my two-day off mostly lying in my bed while having a FRIENDS-DVD marathon. I didn’t even unpack my stuff. I just wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep all day long…  Maybe it was jetlag or something. But I felt really exhausted. It felt like that my muscles were too tired to even make subtle movements. I knew I was sad but even my brain was too tired to process the thought of sadness. I just wanted to get some sleep.