My 18th year… hmmm, fraught with sadness and bitter disappointment. I got into the University and program (4-year Architecture) of my choice at age 17… at age 18, I had to drop out because my Dad got sick… and I had to help support our family.

… then, priorities and life changed… and I never went back. Also, my best friend died that year.

Yes, life sometimes throws lemons at your face (and head and feet and…). I’d like to repeat that cliche “when life throws you lemons, make lemonade”… but NO, sometimes, life just throws you sour, sour, sour lemons. And that’s all.

LOL. (Yes, I cope with misery via humour. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.)

Yes, life sometimes throws lemons at your face (and head and feet and…). I’d like to repeat that cliche “when life throws you lemons, make lemonade”… but NO, sometimes, life just throws you sour, sour, sour lemons. And that’s all.

So by the time you get all those sour, sour lemons, you’d be so used to it, already that it doesn’t matter anymore. But then life has got to run out of those sour lemons, right? :)

Yes, I cope with misery via humour. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

Don’t worry, I understand. I do that at times too. I’d rather laugh than cry (but sometimes crying feels soooo good).