Can't help but to post this one. This is not my usual post about guys, being gay, work or my ever boring, pathetic life.

I went home early yesterday just to relax. I initially planned to hit some strings of my guitar sitting at the corner of my room. An appealing idea at first but when I was finally looking for my chord chart, I unexpectedly changed my mind and become too lethargic to even carry that stringed instrument. I can’t even find an effortless song to begin with that I settle to just sit beside the window and smoked the hours away ‘til I got sluggish.

As I was looking at the sky, the stars and the moon, I glimpsed something that made me close my eyes, and uttered a wish. Yes, I saw a falling star!

At my age, you would certainly say that I dump this “wishing upon a falling star” crap. That I am too old to believe in these childlike fairy tales and nursery rhymes.

I know that, I even consider that, making a wish when one sees a falling star a pathetic, humorous thought. Well, I guess I was at a satirical mode yesterday. Probably it’s just an automatic response to make a wish when you see a falling star.

And I was really looking for a sign before embarking on a new phase of my life. I am 25 and certainly not getting any younger. I think I am at the crossroads of my life, whether going ahead, stepping back and taking each sides are an altogether different options.

Wishing upon that falling star, I have this feeling that this process of choosing which road to take wouldn’t be that difficult.