Living like a hobo:

Watching Test matches through even though there was work the next day;
Then it was the World Cup month, more of the same;
And in a bid to counter the withdrawal syndrome that came with Germany (hahaha I guessed it right) winning it was more NatWest T20 Blast.
Now that TI4 has commenced, bye nights and hello to 9am sleeping times.

Meanwhile as I snooze in the morning/afternoon, the rest of the world just moves on in their own little ways. Stories would be told, memories forged [like the juniors doing float in school ;)] and many times the biggest enemy you'll ever face is yourself. Then that's where confidence and mental fortitude comes into play: Confident enough to take on each successive challenge and believe you're good enough, and not letting the past commit a jurisdictional error and haunt you.

There needs to be an oasis of serenity where you can just turn to when everything else threatens to spontaneously combust (I believe I'm on to something here. Either that or it is just a mirage haha). Have to find it "outside of school", so to speak. A 'home away from home' if you will.

Prof X to Magneto in First Class: "There is so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There is good, too. I felt it. When you can access all of that, you will possess a power no one can match. Not even me."

(that was a good show btw, watched it on Sunday and it shows how lag I am when it comes to these things)

And then you look at what's going on around you and realise how minutely insignificant you are in the grand scheme of things. Who cares if you have done this, or that, or is like this. Often we yearn to "be just like him/her"/"what if... I was like that?" People come and go, but you're stuck with your life. The hardest fight to win is that with yourself (the struggle for your sanity, rationality, personality) - everything else is just a bonus.

Symbols are powerful and serves as a link between the past and the present. Anything can be a symbol as it is personal to each individual - even an innocuously looking toy.

A cousin shared this on fb, and it sounds quite legit (I'm waiting for charms to probably say its rubbish but oh well busy woman is busy working. Until then hahaha): http://thoughtcatalog.com/allison-pardys/2014/07/why-500-days-of-summer-is-the-truest-movie-around/

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