When love doesn't look like love.

It's the strangest irony I have ever seen.

We've just decided to break up because we love each other too much to stay together.
Will that ever make any sense?

Well, yes, it makes perfect sense to me.
Ask 2 people who've learned to love each other. They think less about their own benefits, and more about what's good for the other person. Basically, fewer thoughts about me = more about him.

I never thought I'd be strong enough to let go of someone I liked this much. But apparently, there was enough love between us to let go.

It's awesome, hello singleness again =)

And thank You God, that he loves You enough to let me go.

03 October 2003, fri. 10:59 pm

dear diary,

I'm missing a person who doesn't exist. My Prince Charming, my Sorata, whatever. My dream world's invading my reality. Fast. No. I have to stop it. There has to be a clear cut line. If not, my reality will fall apart again and my sanity will shatter... Maybe, all this is just the after effects of watching Moulin Rouge. How my real world cannot compare with a Hollywood screenshot. How I wish.

<3,
me

I wrote this entry in my personal diary (i.e. for my eyes only) 4 years ago, when I was 14 and idealistic.
Now one ex-boyfriend later, and currently with another boy, I think I've learnt something more about this little thing the world seems obsessed with: relationship.

There is no Prince Charming. Yes, there are numerous Mr. Rights (and Mr. Right-Nows, and Mr. Wrongs). But there is no one in the world who can actually be perfect. Only you can choose whether you want to love him despite his flaws.

Whenever we step into unknown ground, it's human to have expectations. And that's how it was with my first boy. I expected him to be sweet, I expected him to be there for me 24/7, I expected him to remember every single little thing I told him about me.
And now I realize it means absolutely nothing. I expect nuts from my boy now, and I'm pleasantly surprised everytime he does something unexpected.

Expectations, expectations. We all have lists of them. But if we were honest with ourselves, how many of the items on that list should we really cross off?
My rule is: If it doesn't add anything to your life, it's not worth expecting.

Carpe Diem. Try winging it sometimes.

It's the funniest thing ever hearing my brother direct a "WAHLAO EH!" at the umpire for friday night Aussie Rules Footy.

On a separate note, though the Eagles' season is over.......... Magic Happens!

Meet my No. 1 crush:

The Irony of Wealth

I wonder why 2nd hand clothes stores like the Salvos and Good Sammy's always have the weirdest, most out-of-date clothes. Wouldn't those who have the most clothes to give away, the richest people, have the most up-to-date fashions?

Instead, these fundraiser stores end up with dorky hawaiian print shorts (haha, I have a vendetta against these!) and 50 year old granny tops.

I guess it boils down to a researched fact that in our pretty affluent society, those with the greatest capacity to give are the ones that give away the least.

But that's a generalisation, and it's those who flout this rule that sustain our hope in humanity.