I just realized that my posts in the past few months have all been relatively sad. Nothing happy.

Now why is that, Issa?

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I hate how I can't stay mad, really.

I tried to hang on as long as I could so that I had a reason to stop. But of course, it melted away within a couple of hours (as opposed to my previous entry). haha.

I am left with an odd sensation that I can't figure out.

This is a very strange feeling. To have something missing within you, and know you're settling for a filler just to pretend you're not empty.

Hmmm... my laptop's bottom is keeping me a littler toastier here in Tagaytay ( Read more... )

So I'm still here at work, and nothing's going bad. As I've always said. But I have this feeling of frustration that I can't seem to pin down its source. It doesn't help that I'm been listening to the Shits' CD 2 (c/o Pat ( Read more... )

It's another one of those times. Just got home and I can't seem to sleep. It's like I want to write something, but I don't have anything to write. It's a hazy cloud inside my head and I can't make anything out of it, but I just need to keep my fingers moving to know I'm sane ( Read more... )

I miss New York so much.

I can't ever forget it. Should never forget it.

I miss everyone there.