What if..?

A few days ago, I watched the movie 'The Number 23' again.
Being one of my favorite movies, I can watch it again and again even though it's depressing.
Well, you see, a good movie is like your favorite shirt. You can wear it again and again, you still like it by the 100th time you wear it. But some movies are like a bad coffee: you have it once and you swear you won't drink it again (you might not even finish it the first time).

Anyway.. The main character of the movie, (played by Jim Carrey, btw), makes an interesting statement:

I'd like two words on my tombstone: What if.

What if..?
You must have asked the same question in your life.
What if I've chosen this university instead of that one?
What if I've married that other boyfriend of mine?
What if we don't actually exist and this is all a dream?

Have been asking the same questions to myself lately. What if I've made different choices in my life, what would happen? What could have been different? Would the differences make any differences?

Guess we'll never know.

There is a difference between poor and stingy.

The case of :

- Evil twin?

- Bawang Putih/Bawang merah?

- White Swan/Black Swan?

- Hallucination?

- Photoshop?

Some don't remember, most don't even know:

I'm a feminist.

Here's a lesson that I learnt: As soon as a guy (bf/husband/spouse of any kind) puts you below his friends, drop him and move on.

Drop him like a fungi-infested bread that you almost bite.

If he puts you below his god, god of any kind, it's good.

If he puts you below his family, it's even better.

But if he puts you below his friends.. run as fast as you can. You're better than that.

If he puts you below his work.. are you kidding me?! Do you even have to ask that?

Love is a leap of faith?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid to fall.

I don't want to be a fool.