Blogs

Reading blogs of others feels like reading all sorts of story book. And I realised, I got affected by the stories of others, even more prominently when I'm reading people whom I know.

How this couple broke up, and how this girl went through eating disorder after the break up. I just feel like telling her that this guy don't worth any of her love, but I can't. I know nothing about what had happened, know nothing about what this guy had done to her to hurt her so deeply.

It makes me feel how stupid she is, to literally beg a guy go back to her side, when the guy had no more feelings for her. Talk about how independent should us, women be. Standing on the other side, if I were her, I know that I would be doing the same thing as what she is doing.

Sometimes I wonder. Wonder why can't all of us be the same.
Have the same type of parents, same type of friends, same type of looks, same type of personality, same level of intelligence, same quality of living, everything, everything to be the same.

Then we won't suffer any agony, or just suffer the similar agony.
Boring yes, but if you're born like this, you won't feel that it's boring cause it had become a routine.

Like how ironic people are.
The rich had to keep themselves low-profile in order to avoid troubles and the poor are always low-profiled.
The pretty want themselves to prettier and the ugly want themselves prettier.

It's so unfair.
Some people slogged their whole life to earn peanuts, some people just snap their fingers and big bucks come rolling in.
Some people have a happy family, while some don't even have a family.
Some have all the selfless love they need, while they themselves are being selfish.

Can the "Enchanted" life really come true?
Where by you meet your true love for the first day, and get married for the second day, happily ever after. No need to slog, no need to pay taxes, no need to buy pent house, no need to buy mini cooper, no need to travel all around the world, no need to live along the pacific ocean, no need to hear rumours, no need to study, no need to work, no need to give a damn about people whom you loathe, no need to care about illnesses, no need to care about the depleting resources, no need to care about the poor, no need to fear for money, friends and family.

Just sing your lungs out everyday, and a simple little kiss on the lips is enough to make your day.

Stupid fairytales, they make you sink into them, and "click", it pushes you out of your beauty dream.

Random,
I hate the way you swank.