[NOTE: before anyone gets confused, this wasn't written by me, its posted by a friend, and she's a girl, hence the talk about men. Not me.]

i have already written too many in my own and its barely even saturday, so i think i am going to hop onto this domain and plonk a few tidbits to keep a few people entertained (at least i will be somewhat entertained, took a nap and now i cant sleep anymore, and guess what -- its fucking 3am!)

so sakinah told me that she learned in her personal relationships class (dont know why shes taking it, i think its just because the prof is acclaimed and famous, and goddamn brilliant, apparently) and she reported to me that "statistics has it that unmarried couples that cohabitate will end up in tragic breakups". if you had told me this a few months/years ago, i would have freaked out. but lately, the news comes to me as no surprise and i couldnt give a damn really. its to be expected. and since i have had the premonition being hand-delivered to me by he himself, i have grown very pessimistic and extremely uncaring of where i find myself. and with the possible moving looming in the air, it makes it even easier to expect a tragic ending.

kinda sad, considering the fact that we are reaching our second year. it's too bloody annoying. someone said "holy cow--you wasted two years??!!" (alikened to how i told myself "damn, i burned 4!! :p"

what is it with fucking men, i swear? and this is the best part. theres really two kinds of men. the metrosexuals and the machomen. i have dated them both, and both are long termed relationships. and i detest the fact that i somehow ended up with two extreme ends of the spectrum. is there NOT a middle ground?!

i think, after this foretold "tragic" break up, i am going to stop choosing men for myself and let others do it for me. i shouldnt be allowed to pick, since i like to go to extreme ends of the burning stick. what was it that someone said about the men your parents choose for you to either date or marry? in a more traditional setting, it could work. modern parents cant choose for shit a good candidate for their children, but if you ask those more traditional, conservative parents, and the success stories their children tell about how being set up by their parents was the best thing that ever happened to them, you begin to wonder, if you somehow were born out of context, out of time, and out of place. like most modern women (and men), we fear the notion of "blind dates" and "setups" and the coined "arranged marriage" terms, but are they really so bad, that you will continue to choose for yourself and end up wondering either, "where the hell did it go wrong" and "how the fuck do i end up getting THIS one (again!)", or the classic "might as well settle, since there isnt anybody around and i am so fucking horny, i need someone there right now"

i think i am beginning to understand chastity and abstainment. it makes sense. what you dont know, makes you not crave it. and when you dont crave it, you dont need it, so you dont seek it. and if you seeked it implicitly, it wouldnt be such a dire need that you will settle for almost anybody with either a fucking vagina or a semi-decent dick. i stick to the motto "ignorance is bliss" (and yes, sam's favorite saying is "curiosity was framed; ignorance killed the cat"). as much as i like that and as much as i have uphold my values to that, i am at this point in life (regarding relationships) have stumbled upon the door with a big huge graffiti: fucking chastity is much better than fucking fucking.

FUCK! gawd, why do i always end up rethinking things like this, especially when i really dont need to given the fact that i already have a million other things to think about, for example, the money-making venture called finding a fulltime job upon graduation.

im sorry sammie -- didnt mean to vent on here, but you are lagging in your posts, i have beaten you by more than 40! and i started three months after you did!!! =)

aight, thinks me done fer now. listen to hoobastank, the reason, everybody. LOVE IT!