Where there is injury, pardon

So lately I've been running a blog again, aside from Tumblr, and it's a school project related blog.

It's exciting, but disconcerting at the same time. The fact that I'm writing post after post that will go into my grades is still foreign for me. As for my personal thought recorder though, of course it's been going into something else. 

Where there is error, truth.

I've been thinking here and there, re-thinking a few stuffs, revisiting several milestones. I may have changed a bit - in a few months time I'll need a new haircut, and I've been through several cycle of maintenances, made bits of mental adjustments here and there. 

But in the end, I still want to be a person who stays after all. Sometimes it's harder, you know - staying put and holding the front. 

But some people need that. Some people would always need that - heck, even I do. I do like that tiny patch of peace of mind. A comforting ideal that there is somewhere, in which a friend will surely give you a warm welcome with a fresh pot of hot drink ready at bay if you ever knock at their door. 

I want to be one such person. 

Where there is doubt, faith.

I thought that was obvious enough.

That reminds me. There is a story I haven't found a suitable title for. How do you pick a name for your own diary anyway?

Where there is despair, hope.

"Tell me you are here to stay
In this crazy mixed up world
And we can still make it right"
"On Your Way Home" - the Hiatus.


Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.