sick leave

things always tend to get worse when you are not there..
i have been away for only two weeks and i came back to work to find everything upside down..
Piles and piles of paper work "that can be easily sorted out, if someone cared to do it" aside from the staff massacre that i still can't figure who started..
eventhough i left in a hurry, i left everything running smoothly.. there was no way what so ever for things to get so bad.. and now, coming from a sick leave.. still dizzy and drowsy i'm expected to fix everything today!!


so.. who wants to be me..

write..

{It is as surprising as the comments people leave here; the few who still visit and expect something or, in a height of desperation, request something. I have thought a million times about why I stopped blogging. Perhaps I got intimidated when I found out so many of the people I see everyday were reading it. And considering how much my writing rubbish deviates from how I behave around others, being read by them can be as embarrassing as khujli on an area I do not want to scratch in public. Don't 'teehee'. I'm just talking about my nose.}
- Its Not Always Pink

{Sometimes i sit and think of what to write about, or how am i going to write it down? Its not as easy as i used to make it seem..well writing for me was a piece of cake when it comes to expressing my emotions, and now as i grow older i feel that those emotions are me, very intimate and private that i dont want to expose its details to the world..i could talk about it sometime but not the whole direct message to be written here or anywhere..}
-Kytheria

it have been so long since i've read somthing that actually made sense to me as this did and as fast as it did..
writing.. so easy, yet so difficult.. the impac it has on others.. the inner self it reflects..
nobody really reads my blog.. i started it just fo the sake of writing.. putting something out there.. it has no followers or usuals.. leave alone requests.. but i do enjoy it myself..
i actually do have one loyal reader, who is enough for me to know is reading..

the other day

the other day.. i was talking to a friend when i said i have that feeling.. that longing to write something.. but i did not know what to write.. this smart friend of mine said.. well.. start with that same line "i feel like writing, but i don't know what to write" and something will eventually come up..
isn't it great to have people around you who know exactly what to say.. what to do.. its so reassuring.. to know that you have a back to fall on to.. to know that someone will catch you.. someone will take your hand and guide you when its too blurry for you to see.. someone who will hold you to the ground when you go out of your mind.. someone who cares when no one else does.. someone who knows what’s wrong with you just by looking at you.. someone who believes in you even when you stop believing in yourself..
sometimes.. when it gets really clear to me how blessed i am for having such a friend.. i start wondering.. what is it that i did to deserve such a bless..
i got alot, but i only gave a li'll..
i fall, when i should've stand tall..
i was only there when needed.. but you always were here..
i know i don't deserve you, but i can't be without you..
God does work in a mysterious way..and for him i can't be thankful enough..thank you GOD
thank you YOU..




* i did write after all..

its rainin' again :)