This has got to be the cheesiest title in the world.

The type you read in LJ about girls and lost loves and shit.

No. This is not it. Just so you know, I'm quite happy with my love life. And this post is totally unrelated to that. But this is about moving on. From a lot of things.

I just finished my thesis design, and had already presented it in front of the architect-jury. I was not able to come up with what they were asking for, and I'm in semi-deep shit. Not totally in deep shit. Just dipped my toe in it or something. This is getting too graphic. Which means, I'm not in the mood to elaborate any more than that.

Well, moving on.

My sister just got married. My sister who had given me the most reasons to hate her. But there's just something about weddings. It's just magic. I'm sincerely happy for her, and quite happy in my own consciousness that she has finally found that place for her.

Well, moving on.

It's that time again, I guess. The regular "what am I supposed to do with my life" nights, the cigarettes, the lonely walks, the crying. Some things are just as worse as PMS.

I get into this zone called "Soul Searching" a lot. As if I enjoy it. But you should know that I hate it. It's times like this that I get really confused, or just empty, and depressed.

But that it's so regular, how about just, you know, move on?