And the best always start towards the end; mock the irony of life as you may but the natural clockwork still makes a fool out of us. I have barely made greetings with new-found hobbies and likes. The discovery of the awesome drama Chuck (finally a break from all those irrelevant background laughter amidst a sitcom), the extrication of a long-lost passion for The Script and Linkin Park, the sudden outburst and vigor to use Twitter over Facebook (and unfortunately, the blog sometimes), the renewal of my promise to being a better child of God, and the decision to begin my holidays proper (clearly a tad too late).

And with only a week left to breath, there's still a portion of my commitment plate to clear; it doesn't help that muggers sneer wickedly at my progress and I just want to spawn in a world--just me and my guitar and the endless knowledge to interpret before reciprocating tabs into heart-warming melodies.

Always a tad too late.

But things never fail to take unexpected peaks once in a while. Whilst embracing the abrupt descent back to routine education and mundane academics, there are bound to be instances when life rockets you skyward just once more. Doesn't matter that the fall hurts even worst after undergoing a re-ascension; all that's worth cherishing is the present and the little joyous bells that chime.

I croon even in this descent; no need for bothersome screams and complacent fools.

This is my ride and I'm bent on making it better.