So much for that.

I'm so sick of being at this spot.All over again.
Why do I have this knack for doing precisely the WRONG thing?
Why God why?
People who say they have no regrets in life are liars.Every one of them.I have lost count of the many regrets I have lived upto.I don't think they've made me stronger in any way and the 'person-I-am-today' kinda bull-crap.They've left me angry,depressed and vulnerable.I still carry those thoughts everyday like a stain on my favorite pair of jeans that will never get removed.And it hurts,tremendously.



oh by the way,I finished reading the Princess Diaries.Mia finally gets back with Michael-YAY!It was a perfect finish to the series(but I am still incredibly sad that there's not gonna be another book from the series because this series was like life support to me.Every single drama of Mia's life was mirrored in my own little world-freaky!-Meg should have kept on writing these books forever)and I now have a new life motto,taken from the series.:

Life isn't a romance novel.The truth is,the reason why romance novels sell so well-the reason why everyone loves them is because no one's life is actually like that.Everyone wants their life to be like that.
But no one's life really is.


Alright Picture this : a beautiful maiden sits on a rock with a view of the sea kissing sky,her lustrous locks gently blowing in the fresh sea breeze and then he comes.He with his,chiseled chest and moving shoulder blades,strides towards her while the sun glistens on his copper-tinted curls.His eyes radiate a light from within and sets her heart ablaze.They fall madly in love with each other...Then what?Story ends.We know no more..Here's another a picture:an old couple on a rusty old bench who finds pleasure in just being with each other,holding hands.It might be raining and they probably have one scrawny umbrella.But they're smiling like none of that matters.It probably didn't happen overnight and sure as well happen didn't instantly,but its better.Why?Because,its real.