The trouble with sex and marriage.
” ‘A relationship is a myth you create with each other. It isn’t necessarily true, but it’s meaningful. The key to that myth is that the other person is enough for you. You know in your head that another person isn’t enough for you. But if you don’t honor the myth, then it crumbles.’
How’s that for a happy ending?” – Philip Weiss
World, why art thou such a screwed up place?
Just because we don’t articulate the sordid details of pain does not mean that life has been great. Just because we do does not mean that we automatically feel better. And sometimes, the things that should not bother us are what bug us the most.
I am too much of an idealist. Despite how the battles are lost before the fights began, I still throw in my shots. In hope that maybe, just once, luck would swing to my side. Despite how people disappoint, I still hold onto that silly faith of them being better than they are.
Life is too big a concept for me to grasp. All its responsibilities and complications. And it’s funny how it takes only one blemish to make all the other beautiful aspects of life fade away. Then I realise how not okay I am.
So in between crying and not knowing what to do or say, I evaluate. I haven’t found the answers or the conclusions yet.
Yesterday was a difficult day in so many ways. Yet I continue to smile because I know that I’m not alone. And because someone once told me it’s important to learn to laugh at myself.
On a happier note, “love, ibiza” TOTALLY ROCKS. Damn fucking proud of the juniors. And once in a while, I dont even regret having to puke my guts out thereafter.
I’m sick of paying for my foolishness.
I want so much to wake up in the morning to realise all the bad bits are parts of a horrible dream. But no matter how many hours I waste away in slumber, I will eventually rise to things being the ways they are.
Experiences are meant to help educate and improve. I cannot help but feel that some evolve into cancer that consumes the soul.
If one is influenced by the company she keeps, why am I still not smart and/or overachieving?
I’m still learning that happiness is not this huge thing at the end of the road.
It’s about appreciating the battles you have fought no matter the outcomes. It’s about having food on the table, clothes on your back and a roof over the head. It’s about being thankful of the things you have and having the ability to share them. It’s about all the people in your life. It’s about turning back to learn from your mistakes but also looking forward to tomorrow with hope. It’s about choosing to accept yourself despite all that you are not.
I guess it is harder as you grow older. Funny how parents seem to have forgotten to warn you about that.
And I’m still learning.
Yesterday at 315pm, my weekend from my first week of my last semester starts.
School is making me feel old. But it started off wonderfully. Filled with catching up and adopting a holier than thou attitude because we have been there and done that.
Fingers crossed that the simple joy lasts! 
“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.
I mean, life is tough.
It takes up a lot of your time.
What do you get at the end of it?
A Death. What’s that, a bonus?
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first; get it out of the way.
Then you live in an old age home.
You get kicked out because you’re too young,
you get a gold watch and you go to work.
You work forty years
until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You do drugs, alcohol, you party,
you get ready for high school.
You go to grade school,
you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities.
You become a little baby,
you go back into the womb,
spend your last nine months floating
and you finish off as an orgasm.”
- George Carlin
You couldn’t fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.
— Jodi Picoult
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