Women can be incredibly perplexing creatures. I speak for the men here when I say we love them, but on the other hand, sometimes they make it so difficult for us to do it. It is often said that women are complex, but I would beg to differ. In fact, I believe that they can even be simple at times. This attribute however, does exist, although not quite in that way. While the female species may be simple, they have tendencies to defy understanding and rationale completely, especially in matters where emotion is involved. But then again, are humans even rational at all then, when it comes down to that? We can only keep loving them, will only keep loving them. And God help us.

Let me use an analogy of writing a computer program. It's rather akin to a situation where you are trying to write a relatively simple program. However, the problem isn't in the writing of the program. It's the fact that the language keeps modifying itself, seemingly randomly, while compiling, often defying logic itself in the process. The program itself is simple, but that's not the challenge. It's finding a way to stabilize/recognise the language's mutations and syntaxes enough in order to finish the simple program. Not so simple after all?

It's been about 2 weeks since I've been back, and all rather uneventful. The usual gatherings, the improper jokes and 3am conversations. The family dinners and late movies. Then the girl arrived, and nothing's been the same. Clashes? Unprecedented. Complications? Overwhelming. Insomnia? Dominating. Death? Looming.

As much as don't like to admit that this blog is socially/politically influenced, unfortunately, it is. I have not the ability to summon enough boldness to break that barrier this time, not just yet. Events that have transpired have ultimately landed me in this state of helplessness, loss and confusion. I don't know what to make of anything anymore. I can't read female wavelengths, I admit it, and I'm about to give up trying. Someone wake me up.