At zero gravity...

Have gone from earth for some time now. My mind's been floating in space for ages in a week. I've been wanting to do things but I can't concentrate. Distractions are everywhere. Hell! I can't wait to get back to school. Stuffs are filed in my head but I'm too disturbed to manage anyything. I often get a time to get some things done but the time is very short or (again) distractions are always (never misses) there to do their stuff before you can even start having yours done. Makes me sick all the time. How many darn times do I hell have to get through the freakin' same stupid thing? My moods are shifting deliberately because of so-unwanted random circumstances (thank you, Rivermaya for the phrase). Things really are doing fine, yes they truly are and I'm so thankful but still I'm not so happy as I wanted to be. That was supposed to be posted a couple of weeks ago. Hmp! It's only now that I'm getting too serious about this whole blogging thing. I'm more focused now than I was the past year. I'm steadily aiming for the realization of my plans this year. It's quite big and ambitious but all good. If I put my heart and mind into it, I know I will succeed; and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Someone from my past is making his way back to my heart. Pity me. I can't sleep because of Cogie Domingo. I've been looking for him allover the net and I'm not so satisfied with the results. I found a few articles and photos but nothing official like a blog or a site. The days when I lie awake and dream of him, pretend he's just beside me, having a little chat and stuff, is back. Now, I have the same problem I had when I first had it back in highschool: how to meet Cogie. I was surfing earlier when I found this site (blagabag.blogspot.com) and the girl who owns the site has this 'Tita Ninang' who is the godmother of Cogie and even asked him to give the girl a picture. Sigh! I wish that girl was my bestfriend. Huh... (deep sigh!) I tried asking Renz if he knew anyone who knows Cogie personally. He suggested names like Gabby Valenciano (son of Gary Valenciano and a friend of his) but has no contact with him anymore. Then I asked Alfonzo Martinez (son of Albert Martinez, a friend of Renz and Beverly). Fonzie (Alfonzo's nick name) said he knows Cogie but cannot help me. Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! But still I'm not running out of hopes. Moments of silence. The phone rang and being the only person awake I answered the phone. It was my aunt (my dad's sister) from the US. He called my father to ask about their father. The phone is just behind me and I had no choice but hear their conversation. Their oldman's gone. I believe she's crying on the phone. Rest in peace, Opa! I only met him once when my aunt (same aunt) visited us, a couple of years back but I know they love him (there is a long story behind this line, trust me). Friends, please pray for his soul... † May eternal light shine upon you, Maximo Serdoncillo