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Life is complicated. I don't think anybody could possibly argue against that and win, because it is fact. Life is so complicated because people are complex. This complication, I believe, is born from a need for definition. What I mean by definition, is that everything needs to make a certain kind of sense. I had a long ass rant about morality, belief systems and the choices we make,

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I'm in a rut. I can admit this a thousand times and still have no idea how to get out of it. I have found myself obsessively worrying over trivialities that generally do nothing to better or worsen the status quo. It goes without saying that it is a complete waste of energy too. I need an outlet of some sort. Perhaps I'll learn to knit. It could be fun, not to mention time-consuming --

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Image courtesy of Marcus Ranum.

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In economics, there is a fairly important concept known as opportunity cost. The definition I learnt in form 3 was, "foregoing one good or service in order to obtain another". When put in those words, it's pretty simple to understand. Does this not pertain to life in general, though? Let me just preface this post by saying that this is probably going to be one of those entries where I say a lot

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Yesterday I interviewed for a shiny, new job. Well, it's an old one, technically, since I worked this job during college. But it's new in that I'm starting fresh again. Even if it's at the same place, doing exactly the same thing. But those are all technicalities and nuances. As of the 31st of January, I will be a waitress. I think a dead end job is exactly what I need right now. To

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You know what I hate? Well many things, because I'm a dickhead like that. But one thing that really really gets me is the superficiality -- and ignorance -- I am surrounded by on a daily basis. Case in point: my Facebook friend list. For the most part, the most effective solution would be to unsubscribe to an offending individual, but my ire does not necessarily lie with those who are

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"The purpose of life is not to be happy -- but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all." – Leo Rosten Is it that simple – to matter? Many of us struggle with the question, "what the heck is the point of life?" We live and then we die. We grow increasingly less relevant the longer we're alive; we grow increasingly less

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Lines, limits, defining boundaries. They're so fluid, so subjective and so open to interpretation. It all boils down to perception, really. How you view a situation is where the difference lies. This is more a personal reminder than anything else.

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A few months ago, I read "Lucky", the memoirs of Alice Sebold. It is one of those books you can't say you liked or enjoyed because of the subject matter, but you can still appreciate the careful thought and care the author took to maintain her integrity while detailing her own violent rape. There was a part in the book when her father says that if the horrible "thing" had to happen at all,

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Expectations make situations seem more complex than they sometimes need to be. What we want for ourselves isn't always what we actually want for ourselves, you know what I mean? Oftentimes, the expectations we place on ourselves are the manifestations of external pressures to be a certain way. But that's just the way society functions; we're all enslaved by our subconscious need to belong

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I have just a little under two hours to get this post up before the new year comes rolling in. Funny how we talk about it like it's an actual, tangible, entity that has the ability to actively come *rolling in*, physically and independently. I've just deleted an hour's worth of musings because it all contradicted the whole purpose of my writing this post. Stop rationalising decisions and just

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It's that time of the year again, when we all get a little bit more introspective. Why shouldn't we be, though? After all, the greater part of the year is behind us and there is much to be analytic about; as far as years go, 2011 has been one hell of ride . Maybe. I haven't blogged in a while, so I will be a little rusty, forgive me. For whatever reasons, I always feel compelled to write a "

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