another moment to come

after driving in circles, getting lost in the city, losing counts on the u-turns made and came back to square one with nothing achieved, I would say that this afternoon was one crazy horrible one.

nevertheless, what makes a day good without something bad.....

I was blog hopping and found a few really inspiring ones.. Am very much inspired by their way of writing, the way they put those words so direct yet indirect. How should I put this? its the way they wrote their blog that made people stop and think. ah....intelligent yet silly. It made thing much more interesting. admire**

for example,

And if the only reason you're still with them, is to make them pay for all they've done to you, the question remains:

Why are you still with them?

that's one...then I moved on to the other blog,


In this blog, the author mentioned something about her diary. That reminded me of mine. The same scenario. Years passed and one day when I was tidying my stuff, I found this old old diary of mine, hidden under a stack of books in a box deep inside my wardrobe. As I flipped the pages and read the entries, I laughed at my own silliness. It was indeed very embarrassing, and I do mean very. Nevertheless, all of those are part of who i am today. Despite my silly ways of destroying it as if I can remove it from my past, I clearly know that it wasn't possible. But now that I think of it, in some way, i do miss those moments.

The moments when i didn't care much and think too much on what not to do, and just have the courage to do anything.
The moments when i acted silly and made a fool out of myself infront of a crowd yet not realizing it until everything was said and done.
The moments when i had pure faith of believing that there is no such thing as impossible despite how thin the chances were.
The moments when i deceived myself with fantasies and made up stories and just enjoy my imaginations and live in the world of my own.
The moments when i just enjoy fighting for the things I love without bothering whether or not I'm getting it in the end.
The moments when i have the courage to speak my thoughts, to pour out everything without worrying about the consequences.
The moments when I just live today as if it was the day and not just a day.

Those were the moments. Its why I become what i became.

...another grandmother story another essay long post. There are more moments to come, there are always tomorrow.