I'm walking an empty road at midnight,
And the silence fills my head.
The glow of the lamplight casts shadows,
Deep shadows on the path ahead.
The moon is my only friend,
I tell her all my stories,
She sings me all my songs,
As I wander down the road at midnight.
Right here, right now, is where I belong.
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Red Moon Rising.
What you doing tonight,
Don't stay home and mope.
Who's your company tonight?
Come on out just grab your coat.
I'm your company because I'm your friend,
Together we'll step out and make amends.
Because it's a crime to stay in and sigh,
Come my friend, let's take a ride.
Get up off your couch,
And get out of the house,
Put on your nice kicks,
Grab some bottles and some sticks,
And come with me,
Because tonight's a red moon rising.
Forget past loves, forget new worries,
For tonight just come with me,
Just because it's a red moon rising.
I'll show you some fun places,
We'll paint the town red.
I'll show you how to have a good time,
So you won't need that bed.
Come on down we'll go out and about.
Care not what he thinks of you,
Just do what you wanna do.
Live a little,
Live it up,
Because tonight's a red moon rising.
Don't stay home and mope.
Who's your company tonight?
Come on out just grab your coat.
I'm your company because I'm your friend,
Together we'll step out and make amends.
Because it's a crime to stay in and sigh,
Come my friend, let's take a ride.
Get up off your couch,
And get out of the house,
Put on your nice kicks,
Grab some bottles and some sticks,
And come with me,
Because tonight's a red moon rising.
Forget past loves, forget new worries,
For tonight just come with me,
Just because it's a red moon rising.
I'll show you some fun places,
We'll paint the town red.
I'll show you how to have a good time,
So you won't need that bed.
Come on down we'll go out and about.
Care not what he thinks of you,
Just do what you wanna do.
Live a little,
Live it up,
Because tonight's a red moon rising.
Why Won't The Tears Come.
They say if you're strong,
You don't need to cry.
Bur I'm tired of being tough,
I'm not gonna lie.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to let it out.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to shout it out.
My heart feels like it's in spin cycle,
But I just can't shed a tear.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to cry it out.
Sometimes you want to sob it all away,
Sometimes you just wanna cry.
We hold it in, we work it out,
We pretend we're fine because we're too proud.
But throw it all away,
I don't care.
I learned the hard way,
To handle despair.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to let it out.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to shout it out.
My heart feels like it's in spin cycle,
But I just can't shed a tear.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to cry it out.
You don't need to cry.
Bur I'm tired of being tough,
I'm not gonna lie.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to let it out.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to shout it out.
My heart feels like it's in spin cycle,
But I just can't shed a tear.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to cry it out.
Sometimes you want to sob it all away,
Sometimes you just wanna cry.
We hold it in, we work it out,
We pretend we're fine because we're too proud.
But throw it all away,
I don't care.
I learned the hard way,
To handle despair.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to let it out.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to shout it out.
My heart feels like it's in spin cycle,
But I just can't shed a tear.
Why won't the tears come,
I need to cry it out.
Uh Oh.
Oops, looks like Material Girl is in a bit of hot water. Hope things clarify and sort themselves out soon enough. :s
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Why Hate Taylor Swift? :)
People have been saying that they hate Taylor Swift. Reason: The songs're too childish.
But personally I do like Taylor Swift. Her songs are catchy and that really is all that matters. As for the childishness, well her lyrics appeal to some people, logically they must. And there's nothing wrong with that. We're at the age when we giggle over guys, have crushes, have flings, where love is a bit like an eternal summer. So what if it's unrealistic or idealistic or fairy-tale like? We're young! For most people under normal circumstances, things are supposed to be that way! Why are we so eager to grow up so fast and abandon the joys of being young? Don't you wanna be idealistic when you can still afford to be? Don't fast-forward your youth. They say it's our folly, but it may also be among our greatest magic. When else will you find such energy, enthusiasm and sparkle in one's life? It's a magic all of its own. So she's celebrating that youth! *grins*
You don't wanna look back and say, "Oh I was a grandma even when I was a teenager," now do you? So before entering the world of serious relationships and heartbreaks, why not have a few childish relationships? Be childish when it's still right for you to be so. Is it really so wrong? Add some colour to your life! You'll make it all the more enjoyable. *smiles*
But personally I do like Taylor Swift. Her songs are catchy and that really is all that matters. As for the childishness, well her lyrics appeal to some people, logically they must. And there's nothing wrong with that. We're at the age when we giggle over guys, have crushes, have flings, where love is a bit like an eternal summer. So what if it's unrealistic or idealistic or fairy-tale like? We're young! For most people under normal circumstances, things are supposed to be that way! Why are we so eager to grow up so fast and abandon the joys of being young? Don't you wanna be idealistic when you can still afford to be? Don't fast-forward your youth. They say it's our folly, but it may also be among our greatest magic. When else will you find such energy, enthusiasm and sparkle in one's life? It's a magic all of its own. So she's celebrating that youth! *grins*
You don't wanna look back and say, "Oh I was a grandma even when I was a teenager," now do you? So before entering the world of serious relationships and heartbreaks, why not have a few childish relationships? Be childish when it's still right for you to be so. Is it really so wrong? Add some colour to your life! You'll make it all the more enjoyable. *smiles*
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Interesting Train of Thought.
"I love food but I like being hungry. Actually being full depresses me. Because when you're hungry, you can look forward to eating food but once you're full, there's nothing left to it."
Ok, now THAT is a really weird way of looking at things. Ever met anyone with that kind of opinion? Neither have I. It just came across my mind one day that this is a possible opinion or train of thought. A bit bizarre, yes, but still, sounds possible. I mean, it must be, if someone can actually come up with it.
Ok, now THAT is a really weird way of looking at things. Ever met anyone with that kind of opinion? Neither have I. It just came across my mind one day that this is a possible opinion or train of thought. A bit bizarre, yes, but still, sounds possible. I mean, it must be, if someone can actually come up with it.
What Makes You Feel Loved?
I have a question to ask you. What is it that makes you feel loved? By anyone around you.
Is it the little things that they do in daily life that reflects it? Just an innocent little gesture that shows.
Is it the extravagant lengths they go through for you? This one's a typical measure.
Or is it the way they talk to you and regard you when you're interacting.
What makes YOU feel loved?
Is it the little things that they do in daily life that reflects it? Just an innocent little gesture that shows.
Is it the extravagant lengths they go through for you? This one's a typical measure.
Or is it the way they talk to you and regard you when you're interacting.
What makes YOU feel loved?
My Dear Missy.
Missy, could it be that you are in some way or other, be addicted to depression and or sadness?
Great Expectations.
How much expectation is ok in a friendship? How much is it ok to expect of a friend? I have had friends who have been accused of expecting too much out of each other. Some expect too little and care as little so as to have a relationship little resembling actual friendship. Some believe, ok one of my friends, believe that friendship should be without expectation but that's just a little bit naive and idealistic now isn't it?
For one, if you really are that close as friends, is it then reasonable to say... Not expect each other to keep in contact once gone seperate ways? He believes that friendship can survive without needing any effort and communication. Laughable really. Yeah right. Of course it can. In your own world.
I also have friends who expect too much out of each other. So much that it suffocates the friendship and it withers and dies from too much uh, pressure and expectations.
So how much expectation is ok in a friendship? How much expectation is too much expectation?
... And on a related note, how much thinking is thinking too much?
What do YOU think? *smiles*
For one, if you really are that close as friends, is it then reasonable to say... Not expect each other to keep in contact once gone seperate ways? He believes that friendship can survive without needing any effort and communication. Laughable really. Yeah right. Of course it can. In your own world.
I also have friends who expect too much out of each other. So much that it suffocates the friendship and it withers and dies from too much uh, pressure and expectations.
So how much expectation is ok in a friendship? How much expectation is too much expectation?
... And on a related note, how much thinking is thinking too much?
What do YOU think? *smiles*
Life's A Bitch Sometimes.
You know how lately people have been saying on Facebook something along the lines of "Life shits on us all sometimes." ... *laughs* Then again, when is stuff like that ever not on Facebook? But forget that.
What I'm here to say is... They're all fucking right. Life can be cruel sometimes. That's why life's a bitch. Because if it's a slut then it'll be easy says my friend. Smart girl.
Life can be cruel because, sometimes when you want something so badly, it seems that life holds back on you. But when you don't really care so much, then life can be incredibly kind. Why is that bad you say? Well obviously it's never bad to get good things. But what about the one who wanted things to happen for them then and it did not?
Example. A's birthday celebration for two consecutive years. Year 1, she wanted it to be great. She liked this guy and she hoped he'd do something for her. She was so anxious wondering what her friends would do for her that she practically couldn't sleep the whole night. But it all turned out pretty pathetic in the end. Needless to say, she was quite crushed.
Year 2, somehow she didn't care so much about it. I don't know why, but she didn't. There was not much expectation, she honestly didn't really care. But that year her friends were totally sweet, she had a great and awesome birthday bash and got the most memorable presents ever.
So what do you think? You see the point I'm trying to make? It's like someone's just trying to screw you over sometimes, the way things pan out. It's like someone's playing some sick joke. Of course it was great when it happened. But before it did, when she needed it so much, life held back on her. Caused quite an amount of tears and heartache. It wasn't too pretty. But, you know. Maybe there's a purpose for it. I mean, I guess her birthday Year 1 wasn't a complete disaster. She learned a few things, her friends did something really sweet that no one's ever done before for her and although it was somewhat of a disappointment, it wasn't like this black hole of misery either. There were silver linings to the dark clouds. So maybe life's planned that way. Maybe that was the best way things could've and should've worked out. I mean, the experience was priceless anyhow. Even though it did involve some tears initially. But things worked out great in the end.
So I guess, maybe, it's just like how my friend Water always says. "Have faith."
What I'm here to say is... They're all fucking right. Life can be cruel sometimes. That's why life's a bitch. Because if it's a slut then it'll be easy says my friend. Smart girl.
Life can be cruel because, sometimes when you want something so badly, it seems that life holds back on you. But when you don't really care so much, then life can be incredibly kind. Why is that bad you say? Well obviously it's never bad to get good things. But what about the one who wanted things to happen for them then and it did not?
Example. A's birthday celebration for two consecutive years. Year 1, she wanted it to be great. She liked this guy and she hoped he'd do something for her. She was so anxious wondering what her friends would do for her that she practically couldn't sleep the whole night. But it all turned out pretty pathetic in the end. Needless to say, she was quite crushed.
Year 2, somehow she didn't care so much about it. I don't know why, but she didn't. There was not much expectation, she honestly didn't really care. But that year her friends were totally sweet, she had a great and awesome birthday bash and got the most memorable presents ever.
So what do you think? You see the point I'm trying to make? It's like someone's just trying to screw you over sometimes, the way things pan out. It's like someone's playing some sick joke. Of course it was great when it happened. But before it did, when she needed it so much, life held back on her. Caused quite an amount of tears and heartache. It wasn't too pretty. But, you know. Maybe there's a purpose for it. I mean, I guess her birthday Year 1 wasn't a complete disaster. She learned a few things, her friends did something really sweet that no one's ever done before for her and although it was somewhat of a disappointment, it wasn't like this black hole of misery either. There were silver linings to the dark clouds. So maybe life's planned that way. Maybe that was the best way things could've and should've worked out. I mean, the experience was priceless anyhow. Even though it did involve some tears initially. But things worked out great in the end.
So I guess, maybe, it's just like how my friend Water always says. "Have faith."
Monday, 22 February 2010
Missy Says.
Missy says,
You don't need to act tough all the time. Come on. Why do you stare at people as if you suspect them of murder the first time you meet them? It is so off-putting. Why do you feel a certain hostility towards newcomers the moment you meet them unless there is something about them that makes you like them instantly? Why do you write them off right away and leave it to them to write themselves back in? Why that guarded expression, why disallow everyone from seeing you let loose a little?
You're automatically putting up that expression and body language and whatever for? What good does that do you? You don't need to act tough all the time you know. Why do you feel the need to?
Mademoiselle, looks like you and I need to take a leaf from Missy's book sometimes too.
You don't need to act tough all the time. Come on. Why do you stare at people as if you suspect them of murder the first time you meet them? It is so off-putting. Why do you feel a certain hostility towards newcomers the moment you meet them unless there is something about them that makes you like them instantly? Why do you write them off right away and leave it to them to write themselves back in? Why that guarded expression, why disallow everyone from seeing you let loose a little?
You're automatically putting up that expression and body language and whatever for? What good does that do you? You don't need to act tough all the time you know. Why do you feel the need to?
Mademoiselle, looks like you and I need to take a leaf from Missy's book sometimes too.
Why Do They Call It Crushes Anyway? Oh, THAT'S Why.
Mademoiselle says, "Fuck it all! I have GOT to stop self-sabotaging!"
I, stare.
I don't know why but I self-sabotage my chances with every guy I like. It's like I have no moderating system! But I can't help it! I am telling myself every day not to make the same mistakes I made during my third crush but here I am in danger of repeating it all again!
"I get all emo-like, I become quieter than usual around him and people start to think what the hell is wrong with her, why she suddenly so emo one? I shouldn't be doing that! I mean, before I liked him I was chattering away, trying to find things to talk about but now I tend to clam up a bit more. I can feel it. Things are changing! And I can feel it poisoning the relationship, affecting it in some sub-conscious way! No! I cannot do this to myself again! I swore I will never repeat the same mistakes I made with E and I'm going to keep by that. I need to keep by that.
When will I learn that being constantly emo is NOT the way to get a guy's attention??? Where did I even GET that silly notion in the first place??? It's like I woke up one day and BAM! I was operating on that system and it fucking sucks! It doesn't bloody work and it causes you all the more heartache and misery! This is so fucked up. MG!!! You gotta help me sort things out and put my life back together again! This is so screwed up I need to ex it. I need order again, I need sanity. And I need to learn to start operating like a normal girl instead of this weird, lousy system I'm on!"
Ok... Sure, Mademoiselle. I'll help. In any way I can. It's a crush. We all get a little bit silly when crushes come into the question after all.
I, stare.
I don't know why but I self-sabotage my chances with every guy I like. It's like I have no moderating system! But I can't help it! I am telling myself every day not to make the same mistakes I made during my third crush but here I am in danger of repeating it all again!
"I get all emo-like, I become quieter than usual around him and people start to think what the hell is wrong with her, why she suddenly so emo one? I shouldn't be doing that! I mean, before I liked him I was chattering away, trying to find things to talk about but now I tend to clam up a bit more. I can feel it. Things are changing! And I can feel it poisoning the relationship, affecting it in some sub-conscious way! No! I cannot do this to myself again! I swore I will never repeat the same mistakes I made with E and I'm going to keep by that. I need to keep by that.
When will I learn that being constantly emo is NOT the way to get a guy's attention??? Where did I even GET that silly notion in the first place??? It's like I woke up one day and BAM! I was operating on that system and it fucking sucks! It doesn't bloody work and it causes you all the more heartache and misery! This is so fucked up. MG!!! You gotta help me sort things out and put my life back together again! This is so screwed up I need to ex it. I need order again, I need sanity. And I need to learn to start operating like a normal girl instead of this weird, lousy system I'm on!"
Ok... Sure, Mademoiselle. I'll help. In any way I can. It's a crush. We all get a little bit silly when crushes come into the question after all.
Saturday, 20 February 2010
It's Yours, Take It.
Could it be that you've been longing for so long that you've forgotten how to receive it when it finally comes your way? Maybe rejection and despair has become a way of life for you and you cannot imagine any other way for things to be. Take it Missy, it's yours. Take it.
It Feels Like Monday.
Everything I do seems wrong,
I can't put anything right.
I'm trying my best for goodness's sakes,
But I just can't seem to catch a break.
It totally feels like Monday.
I can't put anything right.
I'm trying my best for goodness's sakes,
But I just can't seem to catch a break.
It totally feels like Monday.
Emo Shit. :s
Why do you stand up,
Why do you scan the crowd?
What makes you think you can hide,
When love can be so loud?
Why do you look so hard?
Is there a face you try to find?
There's something in you you cannot conceal,
Even with the sea of faces you hide behind.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
I try so hard to make you like me,
And then I wonder what's the point.
For no matter what I do you don't see me,
And it's only my heart you disappoint.
I wonder how to get your attention,
Then I question if it's right.
Why do I feel so racked with emotion,
The moment you come within sight.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
But you don't see,
You have no idea,
Of the way I feel,
When you are near.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
Why do you scan the crowd?
What makes you think you can hide,
When love can be so loud?
Why do you look so hard?
Is there a face you try to find?
There's something in you you cannot conceal,
Even with the sea of faces you hide behind.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
I try so hard to make you like me,
And then I wonder what's the point.
For no matter what I do you don't see me,
And it's only my heart you disappoint.
I wonder how to get your attention,
Then I question if it's right.
Why do I feel so racked with emotion,
The moment you come within sight.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
But you don't see,
You have no idea,
Of the way I feel,
When you are near.
What can I do to make you see me?
I just want you to know me.
Is it really so hard to just look?
It's the least you can do after my heart you took.
The Hurtful Things I Tell Myself.
The hurtful things I tell myself.
Why does it hurt me so?
I kill myself over your love,
But my pain you will never know.
The hurtful things I tell myself,
I repeat them like a charm.
They tell me why I'm not good enough,
Just words, they can't do me any harm.
I'm not the one you need or want,
And no matter how much I want to be I can't.
And though I say them everyday,
I desperately wish they weren't true.
But the worst of the hurtful things I tell myself is,
That I'm not good enough for you.
You don't see me even when I look at you,
I don't know what I am to you.
I could probably find out if I wanted to,
But no, I'm too scared of being the fool.
I look around everyday and wonder,
If there was someone else,
If you could do better.
I'm not the one you need or want,
And no matter how much I want to be I can't.
And though I say them everyday,
I desperately wish they weren't true.
But the worst of the hurtful things I tell myself is,
That I'm not good enough for you. (x2)
Why do I say this to myself?
Why do I break my heart?
Forget about everything else,
I need to free myself,
From the hurtful things I tell myself.
Why does it hurt me so?
I kill myself over your love,
But my pain you will never know.
The hurtful things I tell myself,
I repeat them like a charm.
They tell me why I'm not good enough,
Just words, they can't do me any harm.
I'm not the one you need or want,
And no matter how much I want to be I can't.
And though I say them everyday,
I desperately wish they weren't true.
But the worst of the hurtful things I tell myself is,
That I'm not good enough for you.
You don't see me even when I look at you,
I don't know what I am to you.
I could probably find out if I wanted to,
But no, I'm too scared of being the fool.
I look around everyday and wonder,
If there was someone else,
If you could do better.
I'm not the one you need or want,
And no matter how much I want to be I can't.
And though I say them everyday,
I desperately wish they weren't true.
But the worst of the hurtful things I tell myself is,
That I'm not good enough for you. (x2)
Why do I say this to myself?
Why do I break my heart?
Forget about everything else,
I need to free myself,
From the hurtful things I tell myself.
Can You Live A Life Without Love?
I was talking to my friend today and he told me about his friend, who is, quite frankly a gold-digger. She is only with a guy because the dude's rich and showers her with gifts. The fact that he may be an asshole is completely unimportant.
She'll marry money and for money. It doesn't matter if the guy has like 10 other mistresses on the side, infidelity is insignificant. Love, is insignificant. As long as he has money and she gets to benefit from it, that is all that matters.
So what do you think?
I personally think it's very practical. My friend agrees. It is definitely convenient and smart. Think mutualism. She gets the dough and he gets a trophy girlfriend/wife. It's a win-win. Plus, that line of thought basically eradicates all the lovey-dovery nonsense. This way, she need not worry about getting her heart broken and if every girl were to have that mindset, there will be less tears and broken hearts in this world.
What he thinks: It certainly is practical. But he can't live that way. That line of thought is just not for him. But he's not about to spout Sonnet 18 either apparently. He believes in something called a "practical partnership".
Doesn't sound too romantic, but it sure sounds a whole lot better than a "financial marriage".
So what do you say?
Yes, it is terribly practical. And it makes so much sense. It might even make the world a better place. We will have less girls crying their eyes out over a broken heart. Songs about love will probably become extinct, or maybe replaced by those only about sex, drugs and money. Not that that conversion is not already happening as we speak, albeit slowly. It is clever. It is convenient and most of all, it is a beautiful principle.
But can you live the entirety of your life without love? Can YOU spend the rest of your life without it? Do you need it? Love. Will you feel yourself missing something essential in your life that gives it probably, a certain sense of meaning and fulfillment? Will you feel a lacking in your happiness that all the designer bags and diamonds cannot make up for? Will YOU be happy?
She'll marry money and for money. It doesn't matter if the guy has like 10 other mistresses on the side, infidelity is insignificant. Love, is insignificant. As long as he has money and she gets to benefit from it, that is all that matters.
So what do you think?
I personally think it's very practical. My friend agrees. It is definitely convenient and smart. Think mutualism. She gets the dough and he gets a trophy girlfriend/wife. It's a win-win. Plus, that line of thought basically eradicates all the lovey-dovery nonsense. This way, she need not worry about getting her heart broken and if every girl were to have that mindset, there will be less tears and broken hearts in this world.
What he thinks: It certainly is practical. But he can't live that way. That line of thought is just not for him. But he's not about to spout Sonnet 18 either apparently. He believes in something called a "practical partnership".
Doesn't sound too romantic, but it sure sounds a whole lot better than a "financial marriage".
So what do you say?
Yes, it is terribly practical. And it makes so much sense. It might even make the world a better place. We will have less girls crying their eyes out over a broken heart. Songs about love will probably become extinct, or maybe replaced by those only about sex, drugs and money. Not that that conversion is not already happening as we speak, albeit slowly. It is clever. It is convenient and most of all, it is a beautiful principle.
But can you live the entirety of your life without love? Can YOU spend the rest of your life without it? Do you need it? Love. Will you feel yourself missing something essential in your life that gives it probably, a certain sense of meaning and fulfillment? Will you feel a lacking in your happiness that all the designer bags and diamonds cannot make up for? Will YOU be happy?
Thursday, 11 February 2010
What's So Great About Being Opinionated Anyway?
Mademoiselle was a bit peeved today.
"I don't know what's the great deal about opinionated people!" *scoffs*
Apparently, Mademoiselle has discovered that opinionated can often be equal to stubborn, annoying people. Those who cannot accept the opinions of others because they're always right.
Riiiight... Well, she kinda has a point I guess.
Usually, opinionated and outspoken people tend to go a little bit too far in that direction and end up as bossy, overbearing, I-know-better-than-you people. Sad case lah wei. Why do they always, always have to overshoot? I haven't met one who doesn't.
"I'm probably one myself, although as one I probably wouldn't admit it," Mademoiselle said nonchalantly.
Ok...
But she's right. Some people make too big a deal out of it. I mean just because I do not trumpet out everything I feel and think and then insist people agree with me doesn't mean I don't have my own opinions. Just because I sit there quietly and not say anything, doesn't mean I don't have my own thoughts on the matter. It's just an issue of whether I choose to announce them or not.
But people jump to conclusions too easily. They think if you don't speak up about it, you don't have an opinion. And if you tend to agree with what others say or just go with it because you don't mind, they start thinking you have no stand and can be bent to whomsoever's will. They think you're a follower. Take orders, ask no questions. *slaps forehead*
So then what the hell am I supposed to do? Just dispute everything everyone else says eventhough I agree just so that I can "have my own opinion"? That's just stupid. Just to prove that I have my own mind? It's plain ridiculous. And goes somewhere along the lines of trying too hard as well.
And you know sometimes you contradict yourself and then people look at you like, "This girl's just trying to fit in by agreeing with everything everyone else say." Ok, ok please ah, hat doesn't mean you're a flake with no firm stand. You know how with a proverb, there is almost always another proverb countering it. Same story. It depends on the situation.
So now what? If you're not vocal on the borderline of being too vocal, then people just discount you for a weak-minded bimbo with no opinions of her own. But I don't wanna be one of those too overzealous, opinionated people as well. So yeah, sometimes you just feel that this whole "opinionated" thing is just plain overrated. It does not mean you're definitely smart. People can be vocal and be idiots as well. God knows I've met a few of them.
People should just learn not to jump to conclusions so quickly. There is no shortcut when it comes to understanding people. No matter who it is, no matter how well you think you know them.
"I don't know what's the great deal about opinionated people!" *scoffs*
Apparently, Mademoiselle has discovered that opinionated can often be equal to stubborn, annoying people. Those who cannot accept the opinions of others because they're always right.
Riiiight... Well, she kinda has a point I guess.
Usually, opinionated and outspoken people tend to go a little bit too far in that direction and end up as bossy, overbearing, I-know-better-than-you people. Sad case lah wei. Why do they always, always have to overshoot? I haven't met one who doesn't.
"I'm probably one myself, although as one I probably wouldn't admit it," Mademoiselle said nonchalantly.
Ok...
But she's right. Some people make too big a deal out of it. I mean just because I do not trumpet out everything I feel and think and then insist people agree with me doesn't mean I don't have my own opinions. Just because I sit there quietly and not say anything, doesn't mean I don't have my own thoughts on the matter. It's just an issue of whether I choose to announce them or not.
But people jump to conclusions too easily. They think if you don't speak up about it, you don't have an opinion. And if you tend to agree with what others say or just go with it because you don't mind, they start thinking you have no stand and can be bent to whomsoever's will. They think you're a follower. Take orders, ask no questions. *slaps forehead*
So then what the hell am I supposed to do? Just dispute everything everyone else says eventhough I agree just so that I can "have my own opinion"? That's just stupid. Just to prove that I have my own mind? It's plain ridiculous. And goes somewhere along the lines of trying too hard as well.
And you know sometimes you contradict yourself and then people look at you like, "This girl's just trying to fit in by agreeing with everything everyone else say." Ok, ok please ah, hat doesn't mean you're a flake with no firm stand. You know how with a proverb, there is almost always another proverb countering it. Same story. It depends on the situation.
So now what? If you're not vocal on the borderline of being too vocal, then people just discount you for a weak-minded bimbo with no opinions of her own. But I don't wanna be one of those too overzealous, opinionated people as well. So yeah, sometimes you just feel that this whole "opinionated" thing is just plain overrated. It does not mean you're definitely smart. People can be vocal and be idiots as well. God knows I've met a few of them.
People should just learn not to jump to conclusions so quickly. There is no shortcut when it comes to understanding people. No matter who it is, no matter how well you think you know them.
Something To Always Remember.
You know what happens to ideas when you have a lot of them chasing each other around in your head and you do nothing about them? They disappear. Yes, and when you need them, poof! They're gone. So note to self, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, note them down. Die die also must get them down somewhere.
I Think It's Safe To Say That You're Not A Cat Person. :)
You know what's crazy, you know what's nuts? Spontaneously deciding to go for Dim Sum at 5 am in the morning without having slept the entire night. That's nuts.
Oh yeah, but the food was good. ;)
And on the way home, as K.C was driving to the traffic light, a cat suddenly ran across the road! Naturally, I exclaimed with surprise and also as a warning.
So I went, "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" and HE went "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" I think at pretty much the same pitch. *laughs* Now I know how a tenor screams. LOL. It's one of those moments that you just HAVE to be there to witness it yourself for the full effect of its funniness.
After that it was a short tirade on how cats are USELESS and they're stupid. And that only stupid people love and own cats, from K.C. Oh gosh, you do so entertain. *laughs*
Oh yeah, but the food was good. ;)
And on the way home, as K.C was driving to the traffic light, a cat suddenly ran across the road! Naturally, I exclaimed with surprise and also as a warning.
So I went, "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" and HE went "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" I think at pretty much the same pitch. *laughs* Now I know how a tenor screams. LOL. It's one of those moments that you just HAVE to be there to witness it yourself for the full effect of its funniness.
After that it was a short tirade on how cats are USELESS and they're stupid. And that only stupid people love and own cats, from K.C. Oh gosh, you do so entertain. *laughs*
Missy.
Everyone loves Mademoiselle but not Missy. Why is that?
Is it because Missy says the things that we'd rather not think about?
Is it because Missy says the things that we'd rather not think about?
Will You Change For The One You Like?
You know how when you like someone, you just feel like changing everything about yourself to fit into their image of the perfect gf? And you feel so tempted change the way you dress, the way you act and the things you say so that you can be the kind of girl that they'd like? Hopefully they'll return your affections.
I know deep down inside that there's no point. It just won't cut it. Either the guy can tell that it's not really me, or I'll just drop the act eventually because face it, how long can you keep acting?
Plus, in theory, what would you want with a guy who doesn't like YOU?
But I cannot deny, the temptation to attempt it is always there somehow. Especially if you find that you're not "his type". But it won't work. In the end it just doesn't cut it.
So what do YOU think?
I know deep down inside that there's no point. It just won't cut it. Either the guy can tell that it's not really me, or I'll just drop the act eventually because face it, how long can you keep acting?
Plus, in theory, what would you want with a guy who doesn't like YOU?
But I cannot deny, the temptation to attempt it is always there somehow. Especially if you find that you're not "his type". But it won't work. In the end it just doesn't cut it.
So what do YOU think?
Monday, 8 February 2010
The Who-Really-Profits Theory.
I have come to the comclusion that most of the time, it pays the most to be a billionaire's child than to actually be the spouse of the billionaire or the billionaire himself/herself.
See, more often than not, the billionaire works his ass off to get where he is today. And even now that he's there, he's the go to guy, he needs to work to keep his fortune where it is. And with that comes the stress, work pressure, not to mention sometimes he just might not have the time to enjoy his billions are much as he could.
Being the billionaire's wife, there's always the question of scandals, marital stress, infidelity and of course, divorce. The status just isn't quite SOLID enough.
But being the kid, you're born into the money. You don't need to work your ass off for it like your parents did, and there's also no such thing as a divorce or a prenup to worry about. So set! All you gotta do is spend, spend, spend! Celebrity heiresses come to mind. *sits back in chair and smiles*
See, more often than not, the billionaire works his ass off to get where he is today. And even now that he's there, he's the go to guy, he needs to work to keep his fortune where it is. And with that comes the stress, work pressure, not to mention sometimes he just might not have the time to enjoy his billions are much as he could.
Being the billionaire's wife, there's always the question of scandals, marital stress, infidelity and of course, divorce. The status just isn't quite SOLID enough.
But being the kid, you're born into the money. You don't need to work your ass off for it like your parents did, and there's also no such thing as a divorce or a prenup to worry about. So set! All you gotta do is spend, spend, spend! Celebrity heiresses come to mind. *sits back in chair and smiles*
Missy, So You Know.
Missy, no matter how alone and unloved you feel, know that you'll always have a special place in some peoples' hearts.
You're A Fucking Disgrace. :)
This just in. Apparently, the MPC hires screaming pre-schoolers as lecturers.
Source of Dispute: An essay of "Who Inspires Me" that was written about Lecturer U and was apparently due to be published alongside the other essays.
Now here's where it gets interesting. Sit down, just get comfy and give me your undivided attention. Coffee? Tea? Yes? No? Ah well, let's get started then.
Lecturer F found out about the essay and was mighty peeved at why someone decided to write about Lecturer U and not about her. So she made a complaint and sounded the alarm to Lecturer P who's slightly higher up on the food chain. Lecturer P also got mighty offended that no one decided to write about her! *GASP!* The outrage! How could those ungrateful little brats not write about how we inspire them!
And so Lecturer P wrote an apparently sufficiently harsh e-mail to Lecturer I who was in charge of the essay writing event. Harsh enough apparently, that it managed to significantly upset and disturb her. Poor dear.
Not only that, there is word that Twiddledee and Tweedledum are actually so offended by that essay, saying that it is an unfairness that a student wrote about Lecturer U and not about them, that they're even trying to stop the essay from ever seeing the light of day. In other words, they're trying to stop it from going out and being published.
-_-"""
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
May I stress again, that these two people are COLLEGE LECTURERS. For God's sakes you're both matured adults! Or at least you're supposed to be. I didn't know the MPC hires sullen, obnoxious toddlers to teach classes. I mean, I know that some of the MPC lecturers have been known to have their "fits" but this is just downright ridiculous! *scoffs* You should be ashamed of yourselves.
As for the derision, oh you're bloody asking for it. How can you expect students to write about you inspiring them when you obviously DON'T? The only inspiration you give right now is inspiration to write as insulting a commentary as possible. In that I must say. You good.
If the rest of the staff concur and decide to supress the essay, they're idiots. The fact that you even made such a demand is laughable. It is sad, puerile and pathetic. You're such a disgrace and embarrassment.
Don't expect people to respect you, because you've given them absolutely no reason to.
Source of Dispute: An essay of "Who Inspires Me" that was written about Lecturer U and was apparently due to be published alongside the other essays.
Now here's where it gets interesting. Sit down, just get comfy and give me your undivided attention. Coffee? Tea? Yes? No? Ah well, let's get started then.
Lecturer F found out about the essay and was mighty peeved at why someone decided to write about Lecturer U and not about her. So she made a complaint and sounded the alarm to Lecturer P who's slightly higher up on the food chain. Lecturer P also got mighty offended that no one decided to write about her! *GASP!* The outrage! How could those ungrateful little brats not write about how we inspire them!
And so Lecturer P wrote an apparently sufficiently harsh e-mail to Lecturer I who was in charge of the essay writing event. Harsh enough apparently, that it managed to significantly upset and disturb her. Poor dear.
Not only that, there is word that Twiddledee and Tweedledum are actually so offended by that essay, saying that it is an unfairness that a student wrote about Lecturer U and not about them, that they're even trying to stop the essay from ever seeing the light of day. In other words, they're trying to stop it from going out and being published.
-_-"""
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
May I stress again, that these two people are COLLEGE LECTURERS. For God's sakes you're both matured adults! Or at least you're supposed to be. I didn't know the MPC hires sullen, obnoxious toddlers to teach classes. I mean, I know that some of the MPC lecturers have been known to have their "fits" but this is just downright ridiculous! *scoffs* You should be ashamed of yourselves.
As for the derision, oh you're bloody asking for it. How can you expect students to write about you inspiring them when you obviously DON'T? The only inspiration you give right now is inspiration to write as insulting a commentary as possible. In that I must say. You good.
If the rest of the staff concur and decide to supress the essay, they're idiots. The fact that you even made such a demand is laughable. It is sad, puerile and pathetic. You're such a disgrace and embarrassment.
Don't expect people to respect you, because you've given them absolutely no reason to.
Sunday, 7 February 2010
I Just Haven't Met You Yet.
I'm not surprised,
Not everything lasts,
I've broken my heart so many time I've stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in,
I talked myself out,
I get all worked up,
Then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it,
I came up with a million excuses,
I thought I thought of every possibility.
And I know someday that it'll all turn out,
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get,
Mmmm ~
I just haven't met you yet.
I might have to wait,
I'll never give up,
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck.
Wherever you are,
Whenever it's right,
You'll come outta nowhere and into my life.
And I know that we can be so amazing,
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility,
Mmmm... ~
They say all's fair,
In love and war,
But I won't need to fight it,
We'll get it right,
And we'll be united.
And I know that we can be so amazing,
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility,
Mmmm... ~
And someday I know it'll all turn out.
And I'll work to work it out.
Promise you kid I'll give more than I get,
Than I get, than I get, than I get.
Oh, you know it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you kid to give so much more than I get, yeah,
I just haven't met you yet.
So what do you say, Mr. I-Just-Haven't-Met-You-Yet? ;)
Not everything lasts,
I've broken my heart so many time I've stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in,
I talked myself out,
I get all worked up,
Then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it,
I came up with a million excuses,
I thought I thought of every possibility.
And I know someday that it'll all turn out,
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get,
Mmmm ~
I just haven't met you yet.
I might have to wait,
I'll never give up,
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck.
Wherever you are,
Whenever it's right,
You'll come outta nowhere and into my life.
And I know that we can be so amazing,
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility,
Mmmm... ~
They say all's fair,
In love and war,
But I won't need to fight it,
We'll get it right,
And we'll be united.
And I know that we can be so amazing,
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility,
Mmmm... ~
And someday I know it'll all turn out.
And I'll work to work it out.
Promise you kid I'll give more than I get,
Than I get, than I get, than I get.
Oh, you know it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you kid to give so much more than I get, yeah,
I just haven't met you yet.
So what do you say, Mr. I-Just-Haven't-Met-You-Yet? ;)
"Put All Four Of Us Together And You'll Have A Table Of Freaks Right There."
Mademoiselle regaled me with another one of her stories the other day. It was over chai and a few sticks, she does so love her tea and expensive drinks.
"I've never met many people who're quite like me," she says. "And when I do, it is quite the discovery because that's really rare, especially within my social circles." "So far in my life, I've met a total of 3."
She goes on to explain what is to me, quite a fascinating theory and I wonder if it's true after all.
According to her, people like her are considered "different". Or another way of putting it is, "weird". And so far she has met 3 people whose "difference" seem to fall under the same category as hers.
And here's the thing. This is when it gets interesting.
People in that category, they tend to KNOW that they're "different". They know their difference is uncommon. And they take it as a compliment, most of them. At least the ones Mademoiselle has met, do. It's a good thing.
Being in the same category, there are also certain characteristics that each of them share. Sort of like requirements to fit into that category in the first place. First and foremost, they're intelligent. Most of them are readers, and of course a good command of the English language is pretty much understood. They can be quite charming and eloquent should they wish to be, some are good orators, some good raconteurs, etc.
But also according to Mademoiselle, as good as they sound, more often than not these people have a boatload of underlying issues and complexes as well.
"We've all got them. Every single one of us," she says with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
They may not make an appearance in everyday day to day interactions, may not be immediately obvious from the start, unless you know what to look for. They may only start getting noticeable once you know that person well enough. "But we've all got issues."
They know they're "different" and they know they're intelligent. That is why they take it as a compliment to be different. The ones Mademoiselle knows personally, this is what she said of them.
They do not think lowly of themselves. They know their strengths, they know their weaknesses. They know that they're pretty great as people, or in other words, they know they ain't losers. But they also know how to keep that pride under wraps so as not to appear boastful and braggy. The different individuals do it to varying levels of success.
They also tend to like analyzing character, be it their own or somebody else's. As a result, body language is read, conversations are dissected and deductions are formed simultaneously all within the fleeting moments of social interaction. No idea why that is. Maybe they're subconsciously on the lookout for like souls.
They may have that attitude of defiance. Which according to Mademoiselle can be very clearly seen in what Mr. Dorian Gray wrote in that little space under his Facebook profile picture. Maybe it's because throughout their lives, they have met with people who could not accept them as they are, disapproved of their being "different" and considered them strange. He also is one who seems to feel the need to prove or explain himself most of the time.
People of such constitution, they may also feel the need to prove themselves. Either prove themselves or explain themselves. Or both. It could be due to the fact that talking about it is pointless, the world needs to see their worth, the worth they see in themselves. And the latter could be that they've met too many people who found it difficult to understand them and what they do or say, so they feel the need to set things straight and clear before any possibly undesirable misunderstandings occur.
Captain Nemo, on the other hand, seems pretty balanced, at least so far. He has the knowledge of being different, the justifiably high opinion of himself, but the defiance trait has not made an appearance so far. He might although, have the tendency to need to prove himself, although it is very minor and practically negligible as of yet.
Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde is so far according to her, the most messed up of the lot. He is a muddle of confusion and disorder. He does not know who he really is and therefore he operates on a basis of who he wants to be. Unfortunately that changes every so often and then the photo-collage of his personality has to be edited and altered accordingly. Materials for that photo-collage are collected from everywhere. People he's met, movie/book characters, ideals, etc. "He just simply tries too hard and is too confused to get things right." Mademoiselle said dismissively.
One last thing Mademoiselle also said about them. "These people, they just think too much."
"The fact that I came up with this, pretty much proves that I am one of them too. At the end of the day we're all a bunch of dysfunctional buggers.
If you were to put all four of us at a table and you'd have a table of freaks right there. We're "different" and we make it sound good. But at the end of the day, each and every one of us, we have our own issues and complexes. Most likely some of the aforementioned ones will be included only to varying degrees and levels for each individual. It's all pretty messed up actually."
"I don't really know if they even realize this." Mademoiselle concluded.
Then we sipped chai. It was a really nice day.
I must say, that was quite a lot to digest. I was speechless when I first heard it. It was just so... weird. But huh... I've began to wonder. She might be right about this.
It all sounds so dramatic described in words but hey it could be one of those things that just flow, and just happen around you but you don't really pay too much attention to it until someone mentions it.
But I think she's right. She might have a point there. :)
My dear Mademoiselle. You do so entertain me.
"I've never met many people who're quite like me," she says. "And when I do, it is quite the discovery because that's really rare, especially within my social circles." "So far in my life, I've met a total of 3."
She goes on to explain what is to me, quite a fascinating theory and I wonder if it's true after all.
According to her, people like her are considered "different". Or another way of putting it is, "weird". And so far she has met 3 people whose "difference" seem to fall under the same category as hers.
And here's the thing. This is when it gets interesting.
People in that category, they tend to KNOW that they're "different". They know their difference is uncommon. And they take it as a compliment, most of them. At least the ones Mademoiselle has met, do. It's a good thing.
Being in the same category, there are also certain characteristics that each of them share. Sort of like requirements to fit into that category in the first place. First and foremost, they're intelligent. Most of them are readers, and of course a good command of the English language is pretty much understood. They can be quite charming and eloquent should they wish to be, some are good orators, some good raconteurs, etc.
But also according to Mademoiselle, as good as they sound, more often than not these people have a boatload of underlying issues and complexes as well.
"We've all got them. Every single one of us," she says with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
They may not make an appearance in everyday day to day interactions, may not be immediately obvious from the start, unless you know what to look for. They may only start getting noticeable once you know that person well enough. "But we've all got issues."
They know they're "different" and they know they're intelligent. That is why they take it as a compliment to be different. The ones Mademoiselle knows personally, this is what she said of them.
They do not think lowly of themselves. They know their strengths, they know their weaknesses. They know that they're pretty great as people, or in other words, they know they ain't losers. But they also know how to keep that pride under wraps so as not to appear boastful and braggy. The different individuals do it to varying levels of success.
They also tend to like analyzing character, be it their own or somebody else's. As a result, body language is read, conversations are dissected and deductions are formed simultaneously all within the fleeting moments of social interaction. No idea why that is. Maybe they're subconsciously on the lookout for like souls.
They may have that attitude of defiance. Which according to Mademoiselle can be very clearly seen in what Mr. Dorian Gray wrote in that little space under his Facebook profile picture. Maybe it's because throughout their lives, they have met with people who could not accept them as they are, disapproved of their being "different" and considered them strange. He also is one who seems to feel the need to prove or explain himself most of the time.
People of such constitution, they may also feel the need to prove themselves. Either prove themselves or explain themselves. Or both. It could be due to the fact that talking about it is pointless, the world needs to see their worth, the worth they see in themselves. And the latter could be that they've met too many people who found it difficult to understand them and what they do or say, so they feel the need to set things straight and clear before any possibly undesirable misunderstandings occur.
Captain Nemo, on the other hand, seems pretty balanced, at least so far. He has the knowledge of being different, the justifiably high opinion of himself, but the defiance trait has not made an appearance so far. He might although, have the tendency to need to prove himself, although it is very minor and practically negligible as of yet.
Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde is so far according to her, the most messed up of the lot. He is a muddle of confusion and disorder. He does not know who he really is and therefore he operates on a basis of who he wants to be. Unfortunately that changes every so often and then the photo-collage of his personality has to be edited and altered accordingly. Materials for that photo-collage are collected from everywhere. People he's met, movie/book characters, ideals, etc. "He just simply tries too hard and is too confused to get things right." Mademoiselle said dismissively.
One last thing Mademoiselle also said about them. "These people, they just think too much."
"The fact that I came up with this, pretty much proves that I am one of them too. At the end of the day we're all a bunch of dysfunctional buggers.
If you were to put all four of us at a table and you'd have a table of freaks right there. We're "different" and we make it sound good. But at the end of the day, each and every one of us, we have our own issues and complexes. Most likely some of the aforementioned ones will be included only to varying degrees and levels for each individual. It's all pretty messed up actually."
"I don't really know if they even realize this." Mademoiselle concluded.
Then we sipped chai. It was a really nice day.
I must say, that was quite a lot to digest. I was speechless when I first heard it. It was just so... weird. But huh... I've began to wonder. She might be right about this.
It all sounds so dramatic described in words but hey it could be one of those things that just flow, and just happen around you but you don't really pay too much attention to it until someone mentions it.
But I think she's right. She might have a point there. :)
My dear Mademoiselle. You do so entertain me.
Alright, Alright.
I have found that it is quite unreasonable to want people to understand you. Especially when you've just known each other for not too long.
I mean, nobody WANTS to understand anybody else. Understanding is FORCED on you the more you get to know the person and the more you see of them so it's gonna happen anyway. *shrugs*
I mean, nobody WANTS to understand anybody else. Understanding is FORCED on you the more you get to know the person and the more you see of them so it's gonna happen anyway. *shrugs*
The Queen Bee v Everyone Else.
Apparently the Diva is back in business again. But then again, when was she ever out of business?
The standing theory is that there's the Queen Bee and her drone of worker bees. Then there's everyone else. It's Us Against The World baby!
Here's some background story. People have been saying that Miss Social Butterfly is fake for AGES. You'd just hear it from here and there, snippets occasionally. But as time progressed, fakeness transcended to plasticness and divaness and etc. And this time it ain't snippets anymore, it's EVERYWHERE! I swear Butterfly is Miss Popularity alright. Hahahahaha!
Latest: Heard that Bee asked her clicque to do something for her but they failed miserably.
Plotline 1: One of the "Others" got tired of all the bullshit and bad lying and blew the lid off the can, albeit indirectly. The Queen heard about this and started sharpening her stinger for a peaceful showdown with that "Other". Stirred up quite an outrage. It was quite ridiculous! :D
Plotline 2: The matter was good, done and over with but one of the "Others" for no good reason blew the lid off the whole thing anyway. Suspected intention, to get the Queen Bee in trouble or so they say. So in the interest of settling the score, the Queen sounded off the "Other" and stirred up quite an outrage. It was quite ridiculous! :D
So what do you think? Are you Team Bee or Team Others? Who do you think should take the fall here? Whose fault was it? ;) We've got two clashing accounts of the story here. So which one is really true?
Everything else aside.
Result of showdown: The Others hate the Queen Bee even more than before.
Aaaah... Isn't life at the MPC (Money Priority College, because that's all they care about) so much fun? :)
The standing theory is that there's the Queen Bee and her drone of worker bees. Then there's everyone else. It's Us Against The World baby!
Here's some background story. People have been saying that Miss Social Butterfly is fake for AGES. You'd just hear it from here and there, snippets occasionally. But as time progressed, fakeness transcended to plasticness and divaness and etc. And this time it ain't snippets anymore, it's EVERYWHERE! I swear Butterfly is Miss Popularity alright. Hahahahaha!
Latest: Heard that Bee asked her clicque to do something for her but they failed miserably.
Plotline 1: One of the "Others" got tired of all the bullshit and bad lying and blew the lid off the can, albeit indirectly. The Queen heard about this and started sharpening her stinger for a peaceful showdown with that "Other". Stirred up quite an outrage. It was quite ridiculous! :D
Plotline 2: The matter was good, done and over with but one of the "Others" for no good reason blew the lid off the whole thing anyway. Suspected intention, to get the Queen Bee in trouble or so they say. So in the interest of settling the score, the Queen sounded off the "Other" and stirred up quite an outrage. It was quite ridiculous! :D
So what do you think? Are you Team Bee or Team Others? Who do you think should take the fall here? Whose fault was it? ;) We've got two clashing accounts of the story here. So which one is really true?
Everything else aside.
Result of showdown: The Others hate the Queen Bee even more than before.
Aaaah... Isn't life at the MPC (Money Priority College, because that's all they care about) so much fun? :)
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Classification Of Birds.
Ok, we've got a flock of birds twittering into pastures anew, and this flock of birds can be divided into several categories, and maybe a few subcategories.
Category 1: The Plastics.
The title says it all. They're the plastics. Nothing more to elaborate on that. The beauty lies in the word itself. "Plastic".
Category 2: The Lie-Lows.
These birds are so low-profile and fly so low under the radar that they're as good as crawling on the ground. Boring.
Category 3: The Transparents.
These are the ones who try too hard, bodek too hard, and are so transparent that EVERYONE can see it from miles away. The moment they see someone worth bodek-ing, they turn it on full scale and put the "over" in "overdone". Then they stick to it like superglue. Unfortunately, being new birds in new pastures, they do it SO badly. Hence the transparency. The most hated category, these birds definitely get an F in duplicity as they blunder their way through it.
A word of advice. Poodle, stick with your new sifu. Maybe in the end you'll come out of it with a few tricks so that you don't completely destroy the art of kissing ass the right way. You may never be good at it, considering the quality of guidance you're getting, but at least you won't smash right through it like a bull in a china shop.
Category 4: The Deluded.
Unfortunately, those in this category live in their own world. One in which they're the coolest and the best and that their inflated heads are justified. *laughs* Well it may be so in your world but it sure ain't so in ours.
Category 5: The Beauty Pageant Contestants.
The ones in here can qualify by fitting two or more of the above requirements. More often than not they possess the qualities of a "plastic", a "transparent" and possibly of a "deluded". It's like they're forever running for Miss or Mr. Popularity, the way they go about it.
Category 6: The Mosaic.
They're basically the ones with a combination of two or more of the above requirements. Some have it all and in the end it's so watered down it's even hard to place them. This is where we can safely throw in all the weirdos, extra chipper, extra dramatic, and the there's-something-off-with-you ones.
That last category basically exists because the bird watcher simply got too lazy and too bored to continue. There are better and more interesting ways to spend one's time and attention.
Category 1: The Plastics.
The title says it all. They're the plastics. Nothing more to elaborate on that. The beauty lies in the word itself. "Plastic".
Category 2: The Lie-Lows.
These birds are so low-profile and fly so low under the radar that they're as good as crawling on the ground. Boring.
Category 3: The Transparents.
These are the ones who try too hard, bodek too hard, and are so transparent that EVERYONE can see it from miles away. The moment they see someone worth bodek-ing, they turn it on full scale and put the "over" in "overdone". Then they stick to it like superglue. Unfortunately, being new birds in new pastures, they do it SO badly. Hence the transparency. The most hated category, these birds definitely get an F in duplicity as they blunder their way through it.
A word of advice. Poodle, stick with your new sifu. Maybe in the end you'll come out of it with a few tricks so that you don't completely destroy the art of kissing ass the right way. You may never be good at it, considering the quality of guidance you're getting, but at least you won't smash right through it like a bull in a china shop.
Category 4: The Deluded.
Unfortunately, those in this category live in their own world. One in which they're the coolest and the best and that their inflated heads are justified. *laughs* Well it may be so in your world but it sure ain't so in ours.
Category 5: The Beauty Pageant Contestants.
The ones in here can qualify by fitting two or more of the above requirements. More often than not they possess the qualities of a "plastic", a "transparent" and possibly of a "deluded". It's like they're forever running for Miss or Mr. Popularity, the way they go about it.
Category 6: The Mosaic.
They're basically the ones with a combination of two or more of the above requirements. Some have it all and in the end it's so watered down it's even hard to place them. This is where we can safely throw in all the weirdos, extra chipper, extra dramatic, and the there's-something-off-with-you ones.
That last category basically exists because the bird watcher simply got too lazy and too bored to continue. There are better and more interesting ways to spend one's time and attention.
You Gotta Be Kidding Me.
AAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!! It doesn't matter what I do, I just cannot seem to get it right. Or rather, I never seem to be able to catch a break. Why lah why.
I don't even know why I bother anymore. Didn't I say that I've given up on the whole thing? And technically in a way, I kinda have. It's that sad. And today itself I find out that once again, I'm not it. Most likely, most probably, I'm not it. *slaps forehead* Motherfucker. -_-"
And the thing is, even if I TRIED, even if I did do whatever is necessary to go after it, I doubt that it'll work because THAT's how NOT it I am. -_-" Aaaaah... Fuck lah, I don't even know what works.
This is so not worth my time, energy and emotions. *rolls eyes* I fucking give up.
I don't even know why I bother anymore. Didn't I say that I've given up on the whole thing? And technically in a way, I kinda have. It's that sad. And today itself I find out that once again, I'm not it. Most likely, most probably, I'm not it. *slaps forehead* Motherfucker. -_-"
And the thing is, even if I TRIED, even if I did do whatever is necessary to go after it, I doubt that it'll work because THAT's how NOT it I am. -_-" Aaaaah... Fuck lah, I don't even know what works.
This is so not worth my time, energy and emotions. *rolls eyes* I fucking give up.
Why Missy Why?
Missy puts her life on hold,
Missy waits.
Missy goes through life alone,
Missy fades.
Why does Missy do the things that she does?
Why do you always want the unattainable my darling, my dear? Is that why you've put your life on hold and you wait? But wait for what exactly? Is that why you've put up a wall or a bubble and you slip through the crowds and the daily motions but somewhere inside you wait still?
My dear Missy, I want to understand and I want to help. I want to pull you out of this limbo, it is ridiculous. But what my dear Missy, can I do to help? What can I do for you?
Missy waits.
Missy goes through life alone,
Missy fades.
Why does Missy do the things that she does?
Why do you always want the unattainable my darling, my dear? Is that why you've put your life on hold and you wait? But wait for what exactly? Is that why you've put up a wall or a bubble and you slip through the crowds and the daily motions but somewhere inside you wait still?
My dear Missy, I want to understand and I want to help. I want to pull you out of this limbo, it is ridiculous. But what my dear Missy, can I do to help? What can I do for you?
Why Not Judge A Book By Its Cover. The Covers Usually Look SO Nice. ;)
People say, "Don't judge." Bullshit. It's like a friggin' automated response lah.
A more lenient view is, "Don't be too quick to judge." Bullshit. First impressions trigger that automated response.
Lol. So there's no winning is there? But wait. I think I may be wrong about that. Oh but what am I saying? I'm never wrong. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right. ;)
Sugar made me realize something the other day.
We were talking about people. And I was telling her how I was wrong about someone. A scathing, brush-off statement I made about Fur Elise, was proven well, quite inaccurate. Sugar on the other hand, had been quite kind to him from the beginning and so... well, she was actually proven to be quite right indeed.
Sugar: See, you shouldn't judge too early. :)
And that struck me. I try not to judge too soon. I try not to judge at all. I try keeping judging at a minimum and more often than not, in certain cases especially I succeed. Sometimes I slip. Exhibit A.
But the point here is, I need to try. I need to be reminded, I need to remind myself not to do it. But to Sugar, it just seems to come almost instinctively. She genuinely doesn't judge!
Which got me thinking then. So what does that make me, and the other people who're the likes of me in that sense? Are we not sincere then? Are we not really... Genuine? Pretending? Pretending to be non-judgemental types when actually we are? :o
It just hit me that Sugar is a genuinely, naturally, forgiving, kind and non-judgemental type. She doesn't need to remind herself not to judge or not to judge too soon, because she sincerely doesn't! *eyes widen in surprise*
Wow. Now how about that? :o :s :)
A more lenient view is, "Don't be too quick to judge." Bullshit. First impressions trigger that automated response.
Lol. So there's no winning is there? But wait. I think I may be wrong about that. Oh but what am I saying? I'm never wrong. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right. ;)
Sugar made me realize something the other day.
We were talking about people. And I was telling her how I was wrong about someone. A scathing, brush-off statement I made about Fur Elise, was proven well, quite inaccurate. Sugar on the other hand, had been quite kind to him from the beginning and so... well, she was actually proven to be quite right indeed.
Sugar: See, you shouldn't judge too early. :)
And that struck me. I try not to judge too soon. I try not to judge at all. I try keeping judging at a minimum and more often than not, in certain cases especially I succeed. Sometimes I slip. Exhibit A.
But the point here is, I need to try. I need to be reminded, I need to remind myself not to do it. But to Sugar, it just seems to come almost instinctively. She genuinely doesn't judge!
Which got me thinking then. So what does that make me, and the other people who're the likes of me in that sense? Are we not sincere then? Are we not really... Genuine? Pretending? Pretending to be non-judgemental types when actually we are? :o
It just hit me that Sugar is a genuinely, naturally, forgiving, kind and non-judgemental type. She doesn't need to remind herself not to judge or not to judge too soon, because she sincerely doesn't! *eyes widen in surprise*
Wow. Now how about that? :o :s :)
Friday, 5 February 2010
That's Amore ~
I'm in love! I'm in love! ... Ok fine, I'm not in LOVE but in crush just doesn't quite have the same ring to it. And in slight maybe crush, is just plain unpoetic so... yeah.
He is intelligent though, and has a nice temperament, as far as I can tell. Which come to think of it... Is really not that far. Hmmm...
But heeey, something new. Crushes are a bother. Liking someone is such a bother. Sometimes I wonder if it's even overrated. It is such an inconvenience right? Come on, think about it. You get all worked up, you get all excited, you get all... "Why do you build me up, Buttercup baby ~ " *shrugs* Sometimes you get all emo. It totally screws with your emotions. And in the long run, your mind and sanity goes too. So where's the merit in that? You're so screwed. And he's not even filthy stinking rich. Huh!
Ah well, but it's really quite slight so... *shrugs* What to do.
P.S: This as well. :)
He is intelligent though, and has a nice temperament, as far as I can tell. Which come to think of it... Is really not that far. Hmmm...
But heeey, something new. Crushes are a bother. Liking someone is such a bother. Sometimes I wonder if it's even overrated. It is such an inconvenience right? Come on, think about it. You get all worked up, you get all excited, you get all... "Why do you build me up, Buttercup baby ~ " *shrugs* Sometimes you get all emo. It totally screws with your emotions. And in the long run, your mind and sanity goes too. So where's the merit in that? You're so screwed. And he's not even filthy stinking rich. Huh!
Ah well, but it's really quite slight so... *shrugs* What to do.
P.S: This as well. :)
The Moment You Think That You Have Me, That Is When You Will Lose Me.
I have a very dear friend of a peculiar constitution. The moment you think that you have me, that is when you will lose me. I believe that phrase is already rather self explanatory. Lol. I don't know if I should applaud her this, or should I be concerned? I mean very obviously, I do take her side. I think she is right in a way. The moment someone thinks that they have something, that is when they start taking it forgranted. And a person I believe, to a certain extent, is something that no one in this world can ever be completely sure of having. You never know, one day, they can just up and leave.
Plus, maybe she's looking at it from a feminist point of view? She is not an object to be owned. If she stays, it would be because she chooses to, so whoever it is better keep it up or she'll go.
Mademoiselle told me that she just detests people getting so full of themselves, so self-assured, thinking that they have her, that she just HAS to prove them wrong and teach them a lesson. Well when she puts it THAT way then... Can't argue with that. *shrugs* I agree. There is something quite repulsive and disgustingly infuriating about seeing someone who's so bloody sure that they won't lose you, that they mean the world to you and are sooooo important to you. Ugh. Sedar diri lah. Please lah. *scoffs*
Hmmm... Mademoiselle, you really are quite peculiar.
Plus, maybe she's looking at it from a feminist point of view? She is not an object to be owned. If she stays, it would be because she chooses to, so whoever it is better keep it up or she'll go.
Mademoiselle told me that she just detests people getting so full of themselves, so self-assured, thinking that they have her, that she just HAS to prove them wrong and teach them a lesson. Well when she puts it THAT way then... Can't argue with that. *shrugs* I agree. There is something quite repulsive and disgustingly infuriating about seeing someone who's so bloody sure that they won't lose you, that they mean the world to you and are sooooo important to you. Ugh. Sedar diri lah. Please lah. *scoffs*
Hmmm... Mademoiselle, you really are quite peculiar.
Bad Day Or Not?
If I had known that I was gonna trudge around a mall looking for something today, I probably never would've worn heels. Particularly THOSE heels. *hisses* God, they fucking hurt!
First off, instead of going straight to F.O.S in One Utama, it was traipsing all over Sunway Pyramid, in and out of about 5 different shops before finally, settling on F.O.S. In those heels. Even with thick layers of micropore the sides still chafe! Ouch. >:(
Then came arts and craft time. Those good for nothing fabric dye markers were like running out of ink the moment the plastic came off. The result, weak colouring on the designs, and a whole lot more headache for the designers.
Next was the fact that I was almost completely knocked out by 6.30 pm due to a prolonged and overdue sleep debt. The body is a ruthless creditor. Can't take no for an answer.
After that came the 2 and a half hour traffic jam. Rushing to Mid Valley, I drove straight into a traffic jam the moment I left the building. Took the Federal Highway from Subang, drove through a jam, thought I was going in the wrong direction, and made a U Turn. Drove through another jam right to the toll booths going into Klang and Shah Alam before suspecting that I might be going the wrong way THIS time. Took out my GPS which confirmed that I WAS going the wrong way and had made the damn U Turn for nothing. Seriously, by the way I was going at it, you would've suspected that I LIKED being in traffic jams that I kept going back for more. So I made ANOTHER U Turn, back to the toll, back on the highway, heading the right way this time, and hit another jam. An even bigger and slower moving one. Crawled and inched the car along the Federal, all the way to Mid Valley. I started my journey at least an hour earlier than everyone else and I not only arrived the latest, but I took about 3 times the amount of time the rest took to get there. No kidding, throughout the ENTIRE journey, there was about 30 seconds of smooth sailing and the rest was inching my way through a massive traffic jam, getting edgier and edgier the later it got.
Sugar called me, "Hey where you? I'm in front of Solaris now,"
"I'm stuck in a horrible jam on the Federal,"
"Oooh... Ok, I'll see you there,"
*20 minutes later*
Sugar: "Hey where you? I'm here already."
WTF???
I had barely inched through 20 METERS of the highway and she's managed to get all the way from Solaris to Mid Valley in that amount of time. In a cab. -_-""""""" By the end of it all, I was so sick of all the songs in my pendrive.
Next up, I drove into the parking lot, taking what I THOUGHT was the right lane, heading into what I THOUGHT was the Gardens parking lot B. I turned a corner and... pukimak... I was in Mid Valley parking zone C. Tiny, crowded, cramped and with about 10 cars pouring in every few minutes. Me being one of those idiots as well. How the hell I ended up there, I still don't know.
Sugar: Where you? They're here, parking ady."
WTF???
"How did they get here so fast!?" O.O... :o
Original plan: Be the earliest, work on shirt with Sugar, and reserve table at Chilis.
New plan: Be the latest, work on shirt with Sugar, and enter Chilis fashionably late. Not that I'm never NOT fashionably late.
When I finally found parking, God must've taken pity on me, this guy drove out and I was in his parking space within seconds. Went to meet up with Sugar, hoping hoping hoping that there was enough time to finish the shirt and that Sugar can work her magic on it after what Water and I thought was our disastrous handiwork on it. Turns out it wasn't that bad. Hmmmm. :)
Status update
Punctuality: Late
Energy: Really Low
Mental Abilities: Systems shut down.
Feet: Oooow... :s
Sugar sat down on a bench in Mid Valley and started work on the other half of the shirt while I went to the loo, emerging like I was just done snorting some coke.
Sugar looked so beautiful tonight. I kid you not, seriously, she was so beautiful that looking at her I felt like crying. I already felt like crying from the moment I emerged from the parking lot, being a bundle of nerves with fucking lousy shoes. I hate those shoes.
I think I got a bit hysterical for a moment there. I just felt so grateful to her for taking over the job, helping to complete the artwork on the shirt, thankful for her funky, artsy skills and handwriting, thankful that she's such a kind, helpful person, just bloody thankful that she's THERE with me and helping me!!! Seriously when I looked at her, she bloody fucking GLOWED. Radiant. GLOW I tell you!!! THAT was just how hysterical and grateful I was. But come to think of it, Sugar WAS pretty smokin' hot tonight anyway.
We FINALLY got to Chilis, not too late, I kicked off my shoes and the party began. :D
Aaaah but Pepper, for you, t'was all worth it. It would've been a pretty bad day if it weren't for you. Indeed, if it weren't for your birthday celebration tonight, today would've been classified as a pretty bad day. But because of you, it wasn't. It was a GOOD day. :) We love you Pepper. You know we do. Happy Birthday to you my dear friend. Here's a big red-lipsticked kiss from me to you. MUAXX!!! :D
First off, instead of going straight to F.O.S in One Utama, it was traipsing all over Sunway Pyramid, in and out of about 5 different shops before finally, settling on F.O.S. In those heels. Even with thick layers of micropore the sides still chafe! Ouch. >:(
Then came arts and craft time. Those good for nothing fabric dye markers were like running out of ink the moment the plastic came off. The result, weak colouring on the designs, and a whole lot more headache for the designers.
Next was the fact that I was almost completely knocked out by 6.30 pm due to a prolonged and overdue sleep debt. The body is a ruthless creditor. Can't take no for an answer.
After that came the 2 and a half hour traffic jam. Rushing to Mid Valley, I drove straight into a traffic jam the moment I left the building. Took the Federal Highway from Subang, drove through a jam, thought I was going in the wrong direction, and made a U Turn. Drove through another jam right to the toll booths going into Klang and Shah Alam before suspecting that I might be going the wrong way THIS time. Took out my GPS which confirmed that I WAS going the wrong way and had made the damn U Turn for nothing. Seriously, by the way I was going at it, you would've suspected that I LIKED being in traffic jams that I kept going back for more. So I made ANOTHER U Turn, back to the toll, back on the highway, heading the right way this time, and hit another jam. An even bigger and slower moving one. Crawled and inched the car along the Federal, all the way to Mid Valley. I started my journey at least an hour earlier than everyone else and I not only arrived the latest, but I took about 3 times the amount of time the rest took to get there. No kidding, throughout the ENTIRE journey, there was about 30 seconds of smooth sailing and the rest was inching my way through a massive traffic jam, getting edgier and edgier the later it got.
Sugar called me, "Hey where you? I'm in front of Solaris now,"
"I'm stuck in a horrible jam on the Federal,"
"Oooh... Ok, I'll see you there,"
*20 minutes later*
Sugar: "Hey where you? I'm here already."
WTF???
I had barely inched through 20 METERS of the highway and she's managed to get all the way from Solaris to Mid Valley in that amount of time. In a cab. -_-""""""" By the end of it all, I was so sick of all the songs in my pendrive.
Next up, I drove into the parking lot, taking what I THOUGHT was the right lane, heading into what I THOUGHT was the Gardens parking lot B. I turned a corner and... pukimak... I was in Mid Valley parking zone C. Tiny, crowded, cramped and with about 10 cars pouring in every few minutes. Me being one of those idiots as well. How the hell I ended up there, I still don't know.
Sugar: Where you? They're here, parking ady."
WTF???
"How did they get here so fast!?" O.O... :o
Original plan: Be the earliest, work on shirt with Sugar, and reserve table at Chilis.
New plan: Be the latest, work on shirt with Sugar, and enter Chilis fashionably late. Not that I'm never NOT fashionably late.
When I finally found parking, God must've taken pity on me, this guy drove out and I was in his parking space within seconds. Went to meet up with Sugar, hoping hoping hoping that there was enough time to finish the shirt and that Sugar can work her magic on it after what Water and I thought was our disastrous handiwork on it. Turns out it wasn't that bad. Hmmmm. :)
Status update
Punctuality: Late
Energy: Really Low
Mental Abilities: Systems shut down.
Feet: Oooow... :s
Sugar sat down on a bench in Mid Valley and started work on the other half of the shirt while I went to the loo, emerging like I was just done snorting some coke.
Sugar looked so beautiful tonight. I kid you not, seriously, she was so beautiful that looking at her I felt like crying. I already felt like crying from the moment I emerged from the parking lot, being a bundle of nerves with fucking lousy shoes. I hate those shoes.
I think I got a bit hysterical for a moment there. I just felt so grateful to her for taking over the job, helping to complete the artwork on the shirt, thankful for her funky, artsy skills and handwriting, thankful that she's such a kind, helpful person, just bloody thankful that she's THERE with me and helping me!!! Seriously when I looked at her, she bloody fucking GLOWED. Radiant. GLOW I tell you!!! THAT was just how hysterical and grateful I was. But come to think of it, Sugar WAS pretty smokin' hot tonight anyway.
We FINALLY got to Chilis, not too late, I kicked off my shoes and the party began. :D
Aaaah but Pepper, for you, t'was all worth it. It would've been a pretty bad day if it weren't for you. Indeed, if it weren't for your birthday celebration tonight, today would've been classified as a pretty bad day. But because of you, it wasn't. It was a GOOD day. :) We love you Pepper. You know we do. Happy Birthday to you my dear friend. Here's a big red-lipsticked kiss from me to you. MUAXX!!! :D
Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You.
Really? I mean... Really? Is that all? Why???
In reference to the song, "All I Ask of You" from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, I ask again. That's all? Why???
I mean there's so much more stuff you can ask for! What about, money, social status, material posessions (LV, Gucci, Prada are good examples), or even a free drink, meal and movie ticket for that matter. I mean come on. Love me, that's all I ask of you. That's all??? :o *scoffs* You really gotta raise the bar. This is like totally wasting an opportunity to leech on a wonderfully rich guy and suck all his money dry. Tsk tsk tsk, *shakes head slowly* such a waste.
P.S: To be taken with a light sprinkling of humour. I don't mean it all 100%. :)
In reference to the song, "All I Ask of You" from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, I ask again. That's all? Why???
I mean there's so much more stuff you can ask for! What about, money, social status, material posessions (LV, Gucci, Prada are good examples), or even a free drink, meal and movie ticket for that matter. I mean come on. Love me, that's all I ask of you. That's all??? :o *scoffs* You really gotta raise the bar. This is like totally wasting an opportunity to leech on a wonderfully rich guy and suck all his money dry. Tsk tsk tsk, *shakes head slowly* such a waste.
P.S: To be taken with a light sprinkling of humour. I don't mean it all 100%. :)
Good Day To You Too. *tips hat*
And what better way to start off than with a story and some really shallow comments? :) I love to bitch. Because life's a bitch. She's hot, lovely, beautiful even, but she can be a bitch. Can't sum it up any better than that. And because some people are just such easy targets. Even better, some people are just begging for it. I myself suffer no illusion of being exempted from being bitched about so hey, bitch and let bitch. If that sentence even makes any sense.
I love to bitch. About you. :) But that doesn't mean that I don't have a brain or a heart. It wouldn't do to assume too soon now would it? Plus, where's the fun in that? Having someone "all figured out"? You're just making life boring for yourself. ;)
I love to bitch. About you. :) But that doesn't mean that I don't have a brain or a heart. It wouldn't do to assume too soon now would it? Plus, where's the fun in that? Having someone "all figured out"? You're just making life boring for yourself. ;)
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