I have been meaning to write for the past days but inspiration escapes me. Why is it that furstration, loneliness and all these negative emotions push me harder to write compared to when I'm elated and happy? O well, just for the record, getting over something is difficult but the reward is worthwhile; wrestling with my 6-year-old cousin was amazingly fun and a good exercise; a get-together with your high school friends can make you see just how much you've grown; there are just some relationships you'd go that extra mile for; a simple chat over the greasy food served by McDo can make you realize just how much they love you and you them.