I am anything but describable. Deal with that. No single word can define me. I am all that you think I am and the opposite. I am never constant. A trait most people find interesting if not frustrating, but my friends don't seem to mind.

Did you know that...

... a right turn when that car you’re riding lost a wheel in the middle of a winding road can save you from that deadly fall down the cliff?

... an empty passing ambulance with a curious driver can save you and your family from spending the night in the middle of nowhere?

... an earlier flight could involve you in a stampede?

... a later flight would have cancelled and left you lost and homeless on an island full of earthquake aftershocks on a day when you're supposed to go home after a relaxing vacation?

... living with concerned housemates who would wake you and your roommate up in your deep sleep, even though you're technically strangers to each other, just to alarm you when the whole neighborhood is already running around frantically on higher grounds could prepare you on that flood that went three persons high?

... deciding to drop your math reviewer to join a group of gossip-hungry college teens, who suddenly barged in your room borrowing your window for the best view of a blooming love story on that basketball court, can save you from being crushed by a fallen overhead cabinet heavy with books and toiletries five seconds later?

... a simple hello could lead to a lifetime long friendship?

… a simple yes could lead to a story worth telling?

Story of my life. Isn't it amazing how small actions and small unplanned unnoticeable events oftentimes affect big part of our lives? We always have a story to tell, things that can only be appreciated once we take time to look back at our past.

Sometimes, we all need a timeout… Just to find reasons to be happy.

And then we become in-love with the idea of living.

Some more about me. Writing is not my profession. It's more of a hobby. I just write. It's my stress reliever and a hobby I developed so my english won't get rusty because I deal more with numbers in real life.. Oh and I love reading reviews. I love getting praised (who doesn't!). I am curious with your thoughts (pretty curious actually) and I'm open to criticisms (throw it! I'll take it.). And I love reading your stories too by the way. So glad I stumbled on this site. I just adore how limitless our imagination can be.

I can't possibly enumerate all the anime, movies and series I've watched and novels, manga and stories I've read. I'm being serious. Too many! Needless to say, I am one hell of a procrastinator. Do not underestimate my kind. We tend to work faster (to make up for the lost time). What? I graduated! I'm working. And I'm still very much the same. I'm surviving. =)

I go by the name ephemeralstorm. Obviously not my real name but I like it.

Life is full of storms. The kind with strong winds that hold you back wanting to blow you away, the kind which drowns you in your sorrow, the kind with piercing rain that hurts, the kind with roaring thunder that scares the life out of you, the kind so cold it paralyzes.

But the storm won't last that long, so hold on a little longer. Soon, a rainbow will grace the sky and the sun will keep you warm. And it will all be okay as long as you keep strong.

Or if you could, stand strong, hold on to something, dodge all the things that might hurt you and just enjoy the feeling of that wind blowing. Swim to higher grounds and watch those waves triumphantly as they can hurt you no more. Run to a shelter where the rain can't pierce you and be grateful for that shield. Ignore that thunder and just listen to music. Put on your jacket and eat some warm food and the cold won't bother you as much. Endure, my dear. Smile and you'll survive and then laugh that you survived.