“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live…..the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope.”

—	Alexandre Dumas

TV stars and late night dreams.

The secret in their eyes

• "A man can change anything: his face, his family, his girlfriend, his religion, his God. But there's something a man can change. A man can't change his passion" Sandoval
• Ricardo Morales: If you keep going over the past, you're going to end up with a thousand pasts and no future. 

• I promise to write about this movie someday but now I have to watch Community!!!

Turning prudish

The media has apparently placed Cesc in such a high pedestal that he isn't even allowed to curse/swear. Every "bad" move he makes gets into the newspaper. Fact is, swearing/cursing is not unusual in football, its a pretty common occurrence.  Here's what I think: If I was watching that game along with the 60,000++ fans, I'd probably be cursing the referees. Things just come out in the heat of the moment and if I am not mistaken, it was not only Cesc swearing but the rest of the team too. IT was clearly offside, that was indisputable. The reporters just put the spotlight on him, and so did that freaking manager from that other team which I now officially hate. I obsessively read about the issue in a lot of newspapers and most of them had no qualms in lambasting his character. It must have been a slow news day. Didn't those guys notice our dear little Russian rise from the ashes with a splendid goal?! Didn't they notice how well we've fought back during the second half?! The way they've been putting too much focus on that issue angers me. Cesc is a human being, a human being=someone with emotions, someone with emotions+heat of the moment(esp. in a very obvious offside goal)=angry diatribe. Have some sense. Here's a great piece from arseblog: Putting some sense into it

can i just whine?!

Taking time off from my deliriously uber lengthy writing requirements to whine about it is very relaxing, as I've just realized. Stuff like these makes me hate my duty week. Why does this instructor insist on making us write these terribly boring stuff which will then be useless in the future?! My fingers are numb from writing, not to mention it's trembling. Its like I have Huntington's chorea. wtf. 

Oe thing I realized about myself is that I can be pretty OC when it comes to these stuff, which makes me hate it more since I can't rest until I've finished them all...to my standards(which are pretty fucking high). There's that niggling thought that keeps disturbing me and doesn't go away until I've done them all. Grrreeeattt. So I end up finishing everything and then it doesn't get checked.FML. 

So I now decide to be lazy...maybe.

Gastronomy: the art and science of good eating

My stomach was never the same again after that excursion to an eat-all-you-can-with-bottomless-drinks-buffet. I thought it had gotten used to the large quantities of food I've been gobbling since last year. Apparently not. It's now so large it almost looks as if I have a beer belly. And I don't drink beer (or alcohol of any kind). These shady dealings with gastronomy had dubious beginnings. I can't recall when the first temptation happened. Or maybe it was just my friend who got tempted and I got it by association. There are four of us whom I shall refer to as the Food porn Quartet. I distinctly remember that we usually start out without plans of any kind. Plans get foiled. Impulse, on the other hand, doesn't. Impulse drives us. We tend to imagine the sight, smell and taste of food, the first bite of mouth watery goodness that feeds on our imagination until we are feverish to take on the challenge of emptying our purses and filling our bellies. There was only one goal in mind and that is to conquer all Asian cuisines in various restaurants in our city. Of course, we had to consider the budget. It must be affordable. We're only students, after all, and we still rely on our parents to give us our food allowance. But as true foodporners, we are like the knights of gastronomy, vowing to partake in food of any edible kind. 

The knights:

Neerodix the Anti-Chicken

Maven the Tempted

Sunny the Say-Yes!

Rubs the Maybe

Okay so it doesn't really say much about who we are but we are who we are or whatever. We just love food. Period.

xoxo

Sometimes it’s safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is YOURSELF.

- Sarah Dessen

I often find my dreams constricted by the confines of reality. 

Run Forrest, Run

In the sudden interest of all things healthy (okay, so this may have been long overdue), we have decided to partake in a daily session of running around in circles in a huge (like seriously huge) field. This should have started out yesterday but since I have conveniently forgotten to bring an attire for it, I just sat and watched them do it. And then I was filled with jealousy that they were jogging along with everyone else while I was sitting there and contemplating the lack of a lovelife with my friend that we promised to mark jogging as "a-very-important-thing-to-do-before-we-graduate". So there, I might actually do some exercise for once in my life without being forced to do it.