Nirvana

I'm back. I enjoyed the beaches, not of Palawan, but of Zambales. I'll tell you later.

Anyway, I'm having the Friday syndrome again, and I have yet again put myself to Saturday without my knowledge. Without my knowledge. I hate it when I act dumb. At least act dumb enough. Late for work but nevertheless quite productive I must say. I'm sure it's still the workaholic in me. But it's Albom's rubberband explanation that I'm feeling again. I contradict myself. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness. So is this Nirvana?

I started thinking about soul mates again. Did I even stop? It's the constant search that keeps me going. It's the journey of having to see that light in another person's eyes. I seem to be reading too much again. I get to go to places when in fact I know where to that I want to go to. Or who to go with. I just wish it's my turn again. But not yet. Soon. But not yet.