A Smile On My Face

At Seattle's this morning, we talked about "the past". Sometimes, I want to be sick saying the same things all over again. Argh. I remember everything about my past. I have learned from all those things. George Santayana said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." But, I am...aware. Very. Need I say more?

I wouldn't know who I am without those.

Everything looks sweeter now. I thought all the while I was missing a person I never met. Wrong. One person has always been with me all the time. From my thought of loneliness being the central fact of my existence, I was able to look closer and found something natural about life which showered me great enough courage... Even courage to die for.

Indulge to coffee. Cigarettes. Conversations. Beat us?!

In school, some people confessed to me what they thought I was like the first time they saw me. Well, most of them thought like I am the kind of person who'll deliberately cause harm on them. Bully. Ummm... There came physical discomfort and they did fear about my existence. Well, I was able to prove them wrong, they said. That's the best part. Relief!

Maybe, I should learn to smile more. :D

Off the topic:
I will go home to Cavite later. Yipee!