Showing posts from March, 2012

Almost Nothing To Remember

I think I'm lost again.

I'm feeling very distant with some people that I'm close with, and I got closer to others. It's weird, since most of my friends will be leaving the university next year and the chance of us meeting will be rare. I guess I'm somewhat fulfilling what I said a while ago, social seclusion. But now when I'm i it, it feels loenly I just can't stay in it for long.

But I guess that's life and you move on from it.

What scares me most now is that I feel lost. I have no idea what am I doing every day, it's like I'm just floating by from classs to class, doing work, but the assigments are still there, not done. After last semester, I told myself I would try to do better this time, but the fact is, I'm just sad, all the time. It's like I'm not allowed to be happy or something, it's weird. I keep feeling anxious a lot these days, When that feeling of anxiety comes, I start to scratch myself. Perhaps people might think …

Lost Along The Highway

Post Song: "Traffic Lights" - Emile Millar
This post has been at the back of my head for days. The reason being that I'm still considering if it is worth posting.

I have this constant fear that whatever I say will sound like I'm complaining about life and stuff, stuff which I can fix and do better, but I'm not even trying.

Well, since this is here, I guess it is.

I'm currently in what should be my final semester in engineering. I'm supposed to be doing well in this, and I'm supposed to love what I do and eventually work as one when I exit the university with a piece of polished, shiny paper with the chancellor's signature. Yet, I'll be extending a semester. I'm back to this phase when my laziness and hopelessness just takes over and consumes my soul in its entirety, and now I'm just lost.

I'm having financial problems because my parents don't work anymore and rely on their pension money. I wanna buy stuff, but I have to think o…

Why We Love Men

Paulo Coelho posted something interesting on his blog. It's about reasons why we (I'm assuming girls) love men.

We love men because they can never fake orgasms, even if they wanted to.

Because they write poems, songs, and books in our honor.

Because they never understand us, but they never give up.

Because they can see beauty in women when women have long ceased to see any beauty in themselves.

Because they come from little boys.

Because they can churn out long, intricate, Machiavellian, or incredibly complex mathematics and physics equations, but they can be comparably clueless when it comes to women.

Because they are incredible lovers and never rest until we’re happy.

Because they elevate sports to religion.

Because they’re never afraid of the dark.

Because they don’t care how they look or if they age.

Because they persevere in making and repairing things beyond their abilities, with the naïve self-assurance of the teenage boy who knew everything.

Because they never wear or dream of wea…

Solitude is Bliss