Right. Haiti is in a state of crisis and I just went through a day of tossing perfectly edible food cos some rich idiots decides that sides ain't worth the calories. Makes me wonder what is happening to this world. And yes, I have half a mind to FedEx it over to Haiti, where people would actually appreciate food.

Flea market was epic fail, saw bern at airport, went bag hunting and found factory outlets + nice clothes shop instead. And lets just not mention further about the confuse ray moment in the morning.

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Just added that to what I wanted to blog about. *points above. proper blog post is *points below

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Sickening ain't it? When your mind tells your heart to let it go, your heart tells your mind to fuck off and die. Then your mind goes into complete meltdown mode, and you begin to do irrational things.

And that's what it means to be true to yourself. Listen to your heart until it fucks you over so badly that you finally give up and live rationally, when you finally discover you actually might succeed at acting as though you're perfectly happy.

Nope, not emo, just something I was thinking about. How every time someone decides to follow his heart, and ends up getting fucked (not in the sexual sense). Okay, listening to too much of "Happy". You know, "don't care about all the pain in front of me, I'm just wanna be happy". Which is why I conclude actors are the happiest people in the world. Cos they can release all their inner angst (the one which everyone acts like they don't have), and get paid plus applause. Ever wondered why catharsis works? Cos you fucking feel it too.

And on the other end of the spectrum, you have the people who are in perfect control. What they plan, they get. Life's like a vending machine to them. Just press. When it gets stuck, press again. While the whole world is busy commenting that they have no life, sad lives, calling them losers, materialistic, there they are enjoying themselves while sore and bitter us secretly wish we could be like them.

So, hypocrites aren't that bad after all right? People, throw your moral handbooks outta the window, you've spent too much time being moral that you forgot to be happy. Me? I figured it out in my head. Hopes and dreams are always at their best when you let them float around in your head, and they suck big time when you actually make it happen.

Oh yes, and before I end what moral/critical/delusional people would call an angsty post, just wanted to say

I'm missing you and that's all I know.

Okay said. Night world, happy trying to walk down the road of life with your nose buried in your damn book of morals, watch out for that.. never mind. you probably fell in already.

Loser me.