I think its questionable whether I have actually done such over the past of my training phase, even as I've left the Training Academy and have entered my vocation. The danger of living so within in expressions of philosophy, the danger that emotions and phenomena can be turned into clinical dissections, the danger that persons and situations can translate into mere abstractions - the danger that I've been trying so hard to avoid, and to run away from... this danger has seem to have me in its clutches as I pause to contemplate the moments and to recall the past.

Perhaps I've been pensive. Yet, I can't help feeling that sometimes, to think about things and to think about things are very, very different. I admire my friends who reflect without needing the language of philosophy - who think about growing up. About people. About friends. About family. About learning something new in life. About change. About God. The simple cliches that I overlook now like regrets, smiles, photos, dreams, chocolates, books, handphones, dogs, paper, cluttered desks, pens with no ink, distant skies, gentle breezes..

Things that matter... and thus argue the loudest. I should never forget.