I would be more sympathetic to others, but when I think about the cruelty people are capable of, it doesn't seem worthwhile to commit to a singular emotion for anyone. Instead, I think temporary sympathy can be granted to someone who has suffered from something he or she doesn't seem to deserve. Then, when that happens, it seems so pretentious to even "grant" someone sympathy. You're putting yourself above others for your own convenience. This sort of self gratuitous thinking only justifies why no one deserves any kind of absolute judgement.

I thought I already posted this earlier but apparently it didn't go through. We went to see LNA last night and it was nice but crowded. The crowd was also belligerent and unfriendly. I don't think I can do clubbing anymore. I'd rather spend a quiet afternoon with an old friend at a cafe.

Jetlag has been killing me. I don't remember having gone through this much trouble before. I'm wondering if it's because I fear I lack structure in my life. I get anxiety every time someone asks me what I'm doing. I often want to say I'm not doing anything. I know it's not true, but since coming home, I've felt stressed that I haven't jumped right back into productivity. Why is it that I feel my life's worth is so dependent on my work output? Or is it just because I'm getting older that I can't get over jetlag as easily?

My aunt was pressuring me to get married and have kids, but I don't feel ready at all yet.

Just browsing through G+ feed and saw some good love quotes. Also added a picture of Clover in his new batman outfit that I picked up in Jiufen. It's hilarious- whenever I put Clover in some clothes, he thinks he can't move and he just stands still. Only if Steven coaxes him by jumping around does he realize that he can actually move in an outfit.

I'm waiting in the Taoyuan International airport and I hear and see a group of Dutch people loitering around. It makes me feel sad to hear Dutch, but it's also funny. I will never get over the fact that Dutch sounds like gay German. I really want to laugh sometimes when I just hear them speak.

I learned a lesson in Taipei after speaking to my aunt. I realize that life is, as Elaine S. has pointed out before, too short to waste your time being bitter. When I saw how bitter and somehow angry my once vibrant aunt has become, I decided that I didn't want to end up like her. I want to do things now that will make me happy in the future. Maybe I am not totally happy right now, but I can't waste time being bitter and regretful. It is also sad and depressing to be around someone like that. Obviously, I hardly ever talk about my past with my friends, but I also have to work on silencing the internal discontent I have within myself in order to move forward.

About 24 hours before I leave Taipei and head home. I miss my friends, pets, and my house. Can't wait to go home!

I saw these girls wearing pantyhose that look like thigh high stockings, but are really just two toned stockings. I bought a pair for about $3-5 and I think I'm pretty happy with them.

They look so amazing on girls with long thin supermodel legs, but for those of us who are normal, they are still pretty cute.

I've been finding a lot of cute stuff in Taiwan. I also found these bunny ear hair clips, which, though completely impractical, were too cute for me to resist buying, so I bought a pair of those too.

Christmas in Taipei is very odd. Here it's a holiday that's mainly celebrated casually with friends and is not really associated with hanging out with your family. I asked my friend about it, and she said that she doesn't usually spend Christmas day with her family. She usually does some sort of gift exchange with her friends and then they go to eat at a restaurant. This is pretty different from the way I grew up celebrating Christmas. I remember cold wintry nights in New York where my family and I would sit around the fireplace and open presents by the Christmas tree. Those are probably my fondest memories.

I felt a bit under the weather this afternoon so I decided to stay back in the hotel room for the evening and ponder about things. I should work on things, but I don't feel like doing so on vacation. 

Thinking about the past makes me so angry. If only I could turn back time and tell myself never to be with him when I had the chance. I should never have been with him in the first place. I would have rather that I died than to have met him and deal with this daily struggle against anger and resentment. I hope he has died and gone to hell by now.