and writing helps.

because it seems to be gone now. the mysterious figure that has been haunting me for a few days. i guess it is because i wrote it out.

maybe i really am superstitious. but i still believe that it's a good thing to pick up little signs in life, as each of us is a part of the universe. we interact closely with everything. everything is here to, well, make things happen (i think i said it too many times already.)

some people try to convince others that human beings are small, and the world does not spin around one person. indeed, i think the world spins around each person. with each person being the center of the universe. we are as important as we can be, and will be.

where does that come from?

i still remember how i lost my grandaunt in march, 2009. that morning my bracelet fell apart on its own and its beads scattered everywhere. immediately i had a bad feeling. that afternoon i got the news that my grandaunt had had a horrible car accident and passed away.

i think the universe works in a mysterious way. and god is too much to be interpreted by human logics. thus, love has become my one and only faith.

don't think, just feel.