Face reality, people!

Why am I surrounded by people whose boyfriends or ex-boyfriends are real skunks? And what is it about women who can't be bothered about wrecking relationships so long as they get what they want? Didn't it occur to them that a relationship built on another's pain is bound to end the same way? Or is their selfishness so overpowering that they are incapacitated to do anything about it?

And then there's the women who are affected by the infidelity; the injured party. I've got only one thing to say to you, "Face reality, girls!". They are so ready to anathematize the relationship-wreckers, and yet somehow exonerate their boyfriends' part in the fling. Knowing full well that it takes two to tango.

The worst part is that the boyfriend gets away by spewing a few supposedly passionate love declaration. How easy they have it! I suppose it's all right to forgive the first fling, but of course, with solid reasons. But if the guy is going to continuously repeat his indiscretion, what is the guarantee that he would be faithful once he is married to you? NONE!

The girls are always ready to blame the third party while condoning their boyfriends' behaviour. Giving the excuse that they actually love each other and that they have been through so much together.

Have they ever thought that if they have been through so much together, then there all the more reason for both of them to be faithful to each other??? Sometimes I think love is just one step from stupidity. Don't tell me love is blind and that only someone who's been love will know it. No matter how much you love someone, there's always a small, rational and practical part of you that keeps you on the brink of reality. It's just that some people choose to ignore it, blinded by their fiery affection.

Have some self-respect and dignity. Don't sell yourself short for a passion that may be one-sided; or even if its reciprocated, there should be a level of commitment to each other. Without it, there no trust. And without trust, there's no relationship. It works both ways! If a guy is really serious about you, then he should be sensitive to what bothers you. And what bothers you is his relationship with another woman, then he should be prepared to avoid any unwarranted circumstances. Not by flaunting it.

No matter how much you love a guy, you should be able to let them go. There is no use in holding on to someone who doesn't want to stay. Don't kid yourself by his seemingly fervent declaration that "You're the one". If you really are the one, he wouldn't have hurt you in the first place.

And to all relationship-wreckers out there, you should be ashamed of yourself! Whether for money or for love, you should never, never wreck another woman's life. Being selfish and greedy will not pay in the end. The same thing can and probably will happen to you. For a guy who leaves his current girl for you, he won't hesitate to jump when someone else comes along.

Don't use or be used!

ASS-U-ME

Someone once told me a long, long time ago that to assume is to just make an ass out of u and me. An equation that goes like this:

assume = ass + u + me

I try to keep this in mind whenever the situation arises. But I am amazed that knowing this doesn't stop people from making assumptions, which more often that not results in the most erroneous conclusions.

Sad to say, it is the people around me who make these assumptions. Just because I am quiet and keep to myself, people immediately assume that I do not know or am ignorant on the topic at hand. And I am secretly amused by the totally wrong conclusions that they draw about me.

They are unwilling to give these assumptions the benefit of doubt it deserves. Thereby drawing the conclusion that they are so doggedly sure is true! And I feel reluctant to correct their misconception simply because I believe it would dissappoint them. Maybe I should correct them so that they do not look down on me, but somehow over time, I have taken on the devil-may-care attitude to their ignorant assumptions.

Harry Potter mania...

I was sooooo tempted. So tempted. I was thhhiiiiiss "| |" close to joining other Potter maniacs at KLCC in the wee hours of the morning. Kinokuniya Bookstore would have opened at 5.30am to release the 7th book: "Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows". And they were going to give out 3 exclusive autographed book and 10 (without autograph) books away for free, nevertheless! I'll bet some maniacs were there by 3am or maybe the night before!

Darn it! I WANT the book! I waaannnntttt itttt!!! I want! I want! I want! Hmmm, okay. I have thus vented out my WANT! Now, I can get on with life. Of course,...*sigh*...it would be much better if I had a copy of the book! But Gambateyoh! I shall wait until the price falls from its ridiculous pedestal.

I wonder how thick it would be this time. Thicker than before? Then I can decide on whether to buy hardcover or paperback. Like the multitudes of Potter fans, I wonder how it all ends. Who dies? Is it Harry? Ron? Hermione?

I knowww... I am bordering on obsession for a mere book meant (as most adults believe) for children. But who cares! It is a fuel to the imaginative minds out there. It is entertainting and a fantasy that you want to belong to even as a means of escapism. As Rufus Wainwright said: "Let the little fairy in you fly”. Ok, I know his name is Rufus - not a name you'd want to name your son - but still, think about what he said. By the way, he is a Canadian singer-songwriter from a family of singer-songwriters.

Most adults have lost their ideals in joining many others on a hollow search for material wealth; title and power. They have lost the precious childlike quality, the only link that keeps them in touch with all things pure like trust, affection, love, compassion, humanity... untainted by manipulations and evil designs. Adults should not be embarassed to show that they still have that unique side in them. Well, that's that! And each to his or her own ideals, I guess. Whom am I to dictate what makes a human.

*Sigh*... Anyways, I did wonder if I could bribe my sister into queing up at KLCC to get the book for me, while I get my sleep before going off to work. Lol!... Just thought to give the idea a try! Didn't work though. Well, so long, Harry Potter! I'll read you soon, hopefully!

I wonder... I wonder if anyone I know have bought the book already? Hmmm, maybe I could borrow from them for the time being. I wonder, I wonder...

Portrait of Lady Di

I've been thinking about art. Yes, to be more specific... I want to sketch a portrait of Lady Diana. Okay, it's not like I'm the oh-so-professional portrait artist or something, but if I put mind to it, I can create a pretty decent portrait. Note, I said decent not good. Of course, even that depends on whether I find the light is right, the mood is right, the right utensils, an abundance of patience, and of course the major thing: TIME!

It has been a long time since I drew any portrait...I can't even remember the last time. So, there goes more time on catching up on my artistic touch. (Hmmm, I have an artistic touch???Hah! Just humour me for a bit, alright). I still have some of my old paintings and drawing and portraits...nothing great but it's passable.

There's something about sketching, drawing, painting or simply any form of ART that's really, really soothing for me. It's one of those precious moments where you just become so involved and absorbed in something, that it's like entering a totally different universe. If you are the artistically inclined, I would recommend it as a stress-release therapy. Even if you aren't, I would still recommend it. When you capture your subject under the right light...it gives you a sense of pleasure of being able to create something so, so beautiful and serene.

But to really spend time on art, there are sacrifices to be made. Honestly, I don't think shutting people out, drowning their voices or simply ignoring the bothersome creatures, a sacrifice. It's a blessing in disguise. There's nothing to spoil your mood like humans.

Although portraits are challenging, personally, I prefer scenery and object painting, though I'm just better at sketches. Why? Well, that's usually when my patience run out! Therefore, my portraits remain unpainted. Because I know, when I push myself to continue...it usually lead to destruction. More specifically, the destruction of the portrait! Sad ain't it!

God gave me loads and loads of patience. But I used it up on all the people around me...so there's not much left when I really need it for something more worthwhile and meaningful! Sigh!!!

By now, I'm sure I've described myself as an antisocial homo sapien. So there! That's just me! Anyways, here are a few pictures of Lady Di that inspires me:

Tagged...again!

I've been tagged by the delightfully loco woman dieselfire because "it's fun and you need it". I suppose it wouldn't hurt to indulge in the cyber-chain tag game.

But first, here are the guidelines:

• Each player must post these rules first.
• Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
• People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
• At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

So...8 little known facts about the scribbler, eh? Well, here it is (in no particular order):

1) I'm actually kind of obsessive-compulsive... I feel this great urge to straighten things that seem askew or not in its proper place or order. But I am trying to break free of it.

2) I can't abide by long hours of shopping for clothes but don't see the time passing when I'm in a bookstore.

3) I get real cranky, short-fused and easily irritable when I have not had my food. A side of me that no friends have yet to see.

4) I am bloody indecisive when I am shopping with people (family, friend...just anybody) but when I'm alone it is so easy-peazy for me.

5) I start off with high level of patience with everyone I meet. Make that very high! Because I know once they breach the limit, I'll be very short-fused with them and won't tolerate even a tiny mistake on their part at all.

6) I am very vengeful and I have a sharp tongue. I can really hurt people with my words...if I wanted too. And my words will definitely hit the mark… no doubt about that. Which is one of the reasons why I don't like to talk much, especially when I am angry to a boiling point.

7) Ok, for the past few years I have been cutting my hair by myself. Well, actually, I go to a hair salon but I am always not satisfied with the results (which is why I try different salons every time but still...). So usually when I come home, I do a little trimming by myself.

8) I hate putting on make-up because it's time consuming and I feel it has a slow and steady way of spoiling your skin. I use it only when absolutely necessary.

9) Apart from my father, brother and other male relatives, I don't really keep close contact or friendship with boys or men (excluding children). Which is why, most of the time I maintain a very casual-bordering-on-awkward friendship based relationship with those nice guys. Why? Not sure, really but could be because when I was younger, I used to have boys teasing and trying to tackling me... It kinda scared me, I don't know why. After that, I started putting on weight just to put them off. Stupid, huh?

10) Ok...before I was born, the doctor predicted I was 99% boy. 99% because there was this small thing that stood out...it was my toe!!! LOL! And unlike most babies who were born with their head out first, I was born sitting down, with my legs out first. This probably explains why gadgets fascinate me more than cosmetics and dresses ever will. And as my brother pointed out, I tend to pick "guys' bags", "guys' pants" and "guy's amulet/ chain-necklace". *Sigh*... At least my sexual orientation is straight, uh…normal. No offence intended to any gays and lesbians out there.

Now, for the next part...tagging others. Don't know whom I should tag at the moment...Maybe later!

Stuck in a mud pool the size of Lake Taupo!

This morning when I woke up from bed, I was assailed by this powerful feeling that it's high time I got out of the black den. I was practically dragging my feet to get here! Okay...i drag my feet everyday, but today, it was extra, extra draggy feet and all.

I knew then that there's no way my career can grow despite the many reviews that this is a great place for career growth. Great place, my foot! That probably applies to those who belong in this place. All I see is that every other person (who belongs - belong with a capital B - to this cursed place) here seem to be moving forward...except for me.

It's like I'm stuck in this stagnant pool of mud with no way out! A pool the size of Lake Taupo, at that. Every step I take in every direction only seem to pull me towards the deeper end of the mud. If I don't hightail my way out of the mud soon, I might just get sucked into the whirlpool of sticky, stinking, soiled, slave-driving, sorry state of a work-place that I call office.

Okay, I am usually a very calm and collected person. Never mind that sometimes I carry a hatchet and hack everyone who crosses me...in my mind, of course. But this morning, I woke up feeling really, really antagonistic. And I don't like it! This place is changing me, poisoning my thoughts, criplling my abilities, stagnating my brain waves, influencing me...Oh god! I'm becoming one of those whinning zombies working at the black den!!! OK,Ok,ok...I cool, I'm calm...I shall not give in to this dramatic urge.

Think positive, think positive, think positive! I shall wield my oh-so-powerful shield and sword, and march to work with my defenses up against the dark fortress. Nothing can penetrate my shield! If that doesn't work, I can always get a nuclear bomb and just blast this god-forsaken place!...Errr...nope, that's the dark forces trying to get the terrorist in me to speak up...NEVER!!! I shall succeed on my own! Hmmm...I need a plan (*scratch beardless chin*)(*thoughtful*).

To be continued...