Wow, only now did I realize how it's been two long months since I posted something to this website. And I guess I've been on hiatus a little too long, don't you think?
I quite forgot how liberating it is to pour my thoughts (and feelings, for that matter) in my blog. Sure, I have my own handwritten journal which I've maintained for four years now, and blogging is (and always will be) equally therapheutic. Hmm... I guess mine will always be a journal-and-blog affair!
I want to turn back time.
I want to go back to that summer in Oz where I was happy, free, and...
I want to go back to Melbourne and cross her streets while eating ice cream.
I miss having Belgian beer on Friday nights and let myself loose with the temporary freedom I had.
I want to be able to do my own groceries and ponder over what could be a decent menu for the week.
I miss all of these, and...
There was a simple question laid on the table, to which I evaded having to give an answer...
If I could turn back time, maybe I'd be ready with the answer.
Or maybe not.
But even then, I already know the answer but just chose to hold back.
Sadly, time passed - even a split of a second - will never be recovered.
I guess all I can do is be thankful for the borrowed time and all the memories I was able to keep with me.
Memories...
Yup, I guess all I have now are memories.
