7 Truths I Hate About Life

1. Friends are not forever.
2. There is no happily ever after.
3. Love is nothing but a stupid illusion stupid people fall for.
4. All of us aren't meant to grow up.
5. The only thing that grades measure is your adherence to the school's demands.
6. We are slaves to our predestined human instincts. A rebellion would cause an abyssal unhappiness.
7. Parents will never understand the concept of privacy.

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So I'm a nerd. At least nerds are smart. :>

Ever since I was in kindergarten, I've been fascinated by science. I've always wanted to be a scientist. I had this crazy inkling that I will discover something revolutionary. I had this make-believe laboratory where I concote the future of the future and I believed it with all my heart.

My heart pounds when I hear/watch/read(?!?? seriously?!) anything related to particle and theoretical physics and astronomy. It's just sooooo beautiful and too poetic.

But just the thought of uber thick books shoo these reveries away. Haha! Pfft! I have always believed that I am superwoman and I can do a gazillion things and actually succeed at them. How ironic is wanting to explore and unravel the secrets of the universe when I don't believe that I am but an infinitesimal speck in this endless universe.

This could pass as a sci10 suck-up paper. Haha! I hope you're reading this Ms. Unson. :)

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What if what ifs are nothing but what ifs?

What-ifs only present one possibility. The one the conceiver of the thought desires. Well at least in his/her alternate reality. It's so wickedly deceiving that it messes up with the conceiver's perception of reality. NOT COOL.

The remedy? Just sleep it off and maybe you'll dream a little dream of me. Labo! K. Bye! :|

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Stress and distress is a choice.

There's no point sulking about it really. In ME, we are trained to simply move on. Today, I chose to de-stress rather than wallow in patheticness. Have you seen my new hair yet? :">

Stress is measured by cups of coffee...

...and her owkay's and olrayt's! @.@

Trash List: Books

1. Anything war/violence related or even books that were written during times of war. I’m not a warfreak. I don’t either have the empathy for war related drama because I don’t know and hopefully, I will never know how it feels like.

2. Something overly sentimental and melodramatic. The hell I care!

3. Chick Lit/Romantic Comedies and everything else in the middle. K. I used to love it in some point of my life but not now. Pfft! Like that’s so yesterday! I’m being as anti-philocentric as possible. (I stand corrected. anti-erocentric is the more appropriate term but what the hell! It’s established. Well, at least for me and my blog.)

4. Something inspirational, philosophical and way too deep. Some classics that are out of the present context go here too. (ergo, Pride and Prejudice isn’t in this list) Not that I totally abhor this genre. This is the best one in this list. But this isn’t exactly the kind of books I want to read when I want to unwind, relax and be entertained.

5. Historical/Mythological books. Interesting but not my thing.

6. Anything magical/fantastical/fairy-tale like that are too obvious to be labeled fiction.

7. Action/Horror/Suspense. So blah! :|

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The same goes with movies and series. Too cynical, yes?

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Current unfinished book:  

Life is Elsewhere by Milan Kundera

Like duh! It's Kundera. Enough said. :))

Self-Consolation II

Inspiration is from within...

...not from a crush nor a quatro dream.

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