A Valentine Post

An economist's My point of view of the inefficiencies of having a boyfriend.

The Opportunity Cost of Not Being Single:

1. Limited time for yourself. There is the tradeoff of some of your time for yourself & family vs. that of your loved one.
   
2. Must always look good. You can never meet him looking like a mess.
3. Limited social life. Time spent with him eats up the time you should've spent with your friends having fun, or meeting/befriending someone.
   
4. Limited study time. Even if you only meet five hours a week, that is still some hours spent not studying, and that can have an impact on your grades. haha. :D
5. And many other reasons I don't feel like writing. :)

Be single forever like me. LOL, just kidding. :p
Happy Valentines! <3

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now.

A hundred wishes right now, actually.

So, that'd be like 100 airplanes in the night sky. It's like WWII.

doushite?

Why is life so ironic? Maybe because it's just unfair to me.

Why do I need to study all these stuffs when I won't be needing them when I work? Maybe I just need to allocate my time doing productive things instead of idling it away.

Why do I feel empty every time? Maybe I'm just an incurable wallflower.

Why am I so mediocre? Maybe I just don't want to exert effort on not-so-important things.

Why can't I change? Maybe this is the best I can get.

Why am I so cynical? Maybe it's in the things I read.

Why am I still alive? Maybe someone still needs me.

nonesense

It's Feb. 12, 9:40 a.m. I am alone in my aunt's room, figuring out what to do with my extra time without my siblings and cousins in the house (it's their Family Day at school today). I still have lots of schoolwork to do, but my usual lazy self says that it's Saturday today and that I still have lots more of time tomorrow.

I ended up starting a blog. Well, technically not starting, because I have a tumblr account. Although I love reblogging stuffs there, I figured out that I want to make a private blog. You know, the type that no one will ever read. The secret diary type, wherein I can write about my everyday feelings openly. I just suddenly realized that I've been feeling empty these past two years in my college life. I've never felt so lonely and empty before. I mean, I want a best friend in the form of a blog, because I miss my friends in high school. So yeah, I guess I'll just be faithful in updating this blog.

So Blogger.com, Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.