#randomthoughts2

It's half past 2 in the morning and I am still up for nothing. It has been almost a year since my lifestyle can accommodate such time wasting as this. I don't even know how to start ranting how I lack social life now because of work. I terribly miss my friends. I terribly miss hanging out, drinking and laughing like mad with the craziest people I love. Life has been dull since I started earning what I suppose I'll stash on fun nights and travels with friends.

Life has become a routine. Monday's up with yearnings for Friday to come lickety-split. Weekends are there for my daughter. To spend time with her and catch up with a whole week's worth of play and cuddling. No more time for mani-pedi, endless blog hopping and random DIY stuff. The only 'me-time' I can afford now are nights like this: in front of my laptop struggling to make sense in my blog. Which I still fail most of the time. I no longer have that writing itch in me as I had when I was in my first years in college (yes, before I started Thesis--I seriously blamed thesis for killing what little of creative writing skills I can pull out of my withering brain). One time I have so much to write about and then it all fly away just when I am ready to take them off and put them into some organized words. Ffffuuu. Why does work have to be so stressful and grueling sometimes? Ugh.

I maybe just over reacting. Oh my I seriously miss my friends. My high school click's all busy with their works and our schedule just won't cooperate. My college buddies occupied with their own lives as well. And my best friend's 8 hours drive away. Aww this is torture.

#randomthoughts1

I ask to many hypothetical questions. Apart from the obvious that the answers are interesting, I'm entertained on the glimmer of drama I partially immerse myself into.

I bore a lot. And I get tired  easily. Just like a lifeline, when it's a plain, stable line in the middle it only mean one thing- death. For me, stability can only mean death. Something's just couldn't move on anymore. It's just there, sitting for no more reason. Maybe that is why I ask too many questions. I succumb to make believes, this time on a not so dreamy imaginary story. No matter how we try to elude drama, when we are deprived of it we create some for ourselves. In my case, I imagine and ask questions. I'll drown you with 'What ifs' and it's much appreciated when the answer is honest and not ideal.