M is for

Manipulating chances. Or maybe a name of a city.

I don't know about you but the year basically did not give me a break, at all. With the classes commencing dramas came unveiling itself one by one, producing crisis always under making with new puzzles yet to be solved, even if you have the clue. Not that I'm exaggerating, but the ever-dwindling plot seems to have sent me here, where am I now.

I have been tested by own patience. Curiosity, it seems, is overwhelming. All of a sudden I'm quite eager to explore wider chances, the opportunities I seemed to have left out two years ago. I looked over these things -- these 'things' I'm trying to reach right now, here -- even when I actually have the means to do so, and I kind of have regretted that.

Of course, all these starvation for something new and questionably better is being put into consideration. All I can say, the best time to make them a reality is in two years' time and not now. Nobody ever said the condition and situation that I'm being in currently is not that desirable, well at least not directly. Waiting for everything present to finish first is still an option.

I'll be here until Thursday. Surely from the photo some of you would've known where am I now (many in my contact list call this city home). As for everybody else, well, take care.

Posted in here. Who loves Nadal, again?