How is it that some people must lead such hurtful lives. And how is it that there are so many things to cry about in 2011.

"Do not scorn a weak cub, he may become the brutal tiger"-Mongolian proverb.

make a mistake. pay your dues. learn the lesson. and learn it well.
human proposes, but fate disposes.

so the alcohol wore off and im awake again.
so the drowsy pills wore off and im awake again.

gone a full circle, and back to square one.

"Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know."
— W.H. Auden

leaving this internship was like a breakup. the confusion, the lamentation, the decision, the heartache and finally the closure. some people never move on completely, and i guess a part of me will always wonder what would have been. but like all breakups, it's hard, but they still happen. for better or for worse.

to better days i sincerely hope and wish.

temporal awesomeness of but fleeting moment; deludes.

"Wherever you go, go with your heart"
-Confucius

goodbye is when you stop saying goodbye.

As she goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness.

what's the point of having the heart of a lamb, when the world is ruled by wolves.

The thing about travelling is it's legitimate to put things on hold. You live in the present. Your biggest worry is what happens tomorrow. You plan, a few days ahead at most.

You are allowed to procrastinate, to forget about things that are waiting to be done. Things that needed to be put an end to. You can put off facing the fear you've been avoiding. You put off realising the truth you don't want to know.

And now, it's time to finally take steps away, to move on, to say goodbye and maybe start again. Because, now, it's reality all over.

Jeju, Busan, Seoul & Shanghai, you'll be missed.

Au revoir.

a post that came 13 weeks too late.
the beginning of the end.

Maybe that's why happiness is unattainable, because it's only natural to always struggle between both binary opposites.

depressed by an uninspiring essay, oppressed by an unintelligent mind.

we have no autonomy of our time.

the only thing we share is the same sky.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who makes my life so god damn difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

- You Should Date An Illiterate Girl by Charles Warnke from Thought Catalog.

take take take it all, but you never give.

money comes with a price.