So it’s been a while, I know.

Goodness, so much has happened in the last couple of weeks. Good, bad, icky, heartbreaking, liberating, disheartening, elating, blah, blah, blah.

I know I haven’t been updating like I used to, and I’m not really sure why. I guess the best thing about blogging is that it’s optional. Which brings upon a thought that’s been swirling in my head for a while. When will the day come when I actually stop blogging? I know it’s coming. Does that sound pessimistic? I don’t know.

I don’t spend that much time on my laptop anymore, but I guess that’s got something to do with the fact that I’m at uni from 10:15-4 pm then I head out to see my besties, come back home, and pass out. I guess my besties being in the country has something to do with me not blogging…? Speaking of my besties, I had an argument with them two weeks ago. Apparently I have an “attitude problem”. They aren’t wrong, I do. I won’t blame it on events that have scarred me, and continue to scar me, but I’ll just go along and say they were right. I mean, they wouldn’t have sat me down and complained had they not sought for my own benefit. Right?

I’m trying to shed off 10kgs because, well, I want to look in the mirror and feel good about myself. The gnawing frustration I feel whenever I look at myself and see my Egyptian and Lebanese genes working against me is indescribable (Hello shallowness!). Mind you, I blame my mother’s yummy food for not giving me a chance to lose weight that easily. *sigh*

I’m “in like” so bad it’s not funny. The feeling has engulfed every cell in me and I feel powerless. Actually, I’ve almost killed my inner feminist numerously over the past couple of weeks. I wouldn’t say “killed”, but maybe smothered and stabbed; I can hear her wheezing and gurgling in the background. Then again, one of the hardcore feminists I know said all of us women turn to putty when the man we’re interested in give us the light of day.

Just saying that is another stab to my inner feminist. *sigh*

So I really like the guy, and I hate how I’ve got the crappiest luck when it comes to men. It’s either they’re a-holes, they don’t share the same feelings, or they live abroad. It’s the latter. He lives an hour and a half away, and seeing him isn’t really an option any time soon. I know a long-distance relationship is one of the stupidest things to bring to life, but…I feel very strongly for him. Grrr. What’s a girl to do?

Away from heartache, and the randomness of my life…I’m reading The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger and I absolutely love it! I’m not done with it, and I’m already recommending it to all my friends! To all of you who are super lazy and hate reading (shame on you), the movie adaptation is going to be released December 25, 2008.

Leaving you with a song I’ve been listening to everyday for a while:

Click here if you have issues watched the above embedded video.

Thanks to all of you for your birthday wishes! :)

Till next time world.