There's no such thing as the perfect one. Only the one you can make perfect.

"Small men think they are small; great men never know they are great." - chinese proverb

How is it that a person can learn and grow so much from a relationship, especially from a bad one where unhappy moments far outweigh the meagre happy memories? I guess Leo Tolstoy was onto something in Anna Karenina, when he started with "All happy families are alike; all unhappy families have their own sad story." I had the good company of a newfound friend for lunch and we just happen to lament about the pathetic state of current love lives (or non-existent one, for me). She couldn't help but gave me a sagely sigh and proclaimed that "there isn't a perfect one, you have to go and look for the one that you think you can make perfect."

Sounds weird? I thought so too. But then it made me think of all those times when I had friends who tell me they are doing this thing so that they can be happy at this time. What about the time between now and that very distant future? Wouldn't putting up with the naunces of life make life itself a really tiring business? Today's mini success at the presentation has showed me how far a little effort can go towards making people feel about your work. I realised that it's not a matter of how well a person can speak, although that does make a difference to the quality of your presentation. It's also very much about how much pride one has in her work.

When you're proud of something or someone or the work you do, naturally you would want to share it with the world, and present it in the best possible way ever. Though my presentation skills have plenty of room for improvement, it is still a tiny step up from where I was previously, given the enthusiastic encouragement that I received from my peers. Has my time in K. turned me into just another fast-talking irritable bitch, or have i simply just outgrown my naivete? I am pretty certain it's somewhere in the middle. Much as I'd like to think I'm a scary bitch on wheels living life in the fast lane without giving a fuck about others, I just can't picture myself discarding my values and principles, as worthless as they may seem. Why be unhappy, when you have every reason to be grateful for your existence this very min when elsewhere, thousands of miles away, people are starving away in the freezing mountains, and may not live to see another sunrise? Why blame others for your misfortune, when they might be going through even tougher struggles than you? Why be obsessive over status symbols, when you are nothing if those are taken away? To be happy is to be a constant cheerleader to yourself. To others, if you can manage it. To be unhappy it's easy. Just keep chasing after that elusive something that you're sure will make you happy once you've gotten it.