Sunday, March 19, 2006
Oh yeah?
Here's my reply to my sister's blog entry. I wanted to leave a comment but realised that it's way too long a reply to count as a comment. So here is my lengthy reply. =)
when such situations occur...u just need to gather a few gal pals...who will unhesitantly conclude "its THEM! its not YOU!!!" Of course i cant ask my brother...who will definitely say "its you...its not them..."
EXCUSE ME! I never said that!
If you bloody want me to analyse why your relationships didn't work out, I can do it.
For free even!
Here goes :
The one that got away :
You didn't really like him. You didn't know what to do. It's called being young and clueless.
The first boyfriend :
You didn't really love him. You thought you knew what to do and despite my warning, decided that you wanted to try a relationship with a guy you didn't love but who treats you like a princess.... and he irritated the hell out of you.
The second boyfriend :
He swooned the hell out of you. You loved him even though you know he's a playboy. You got together with him to find that you loved him more than he loved you. You treated him like a prince but he didn't give you the princess treatment you deserved.
Everyone in a relationship is "happily attached". I seldom hear people say they're unhappily attached.
While there is nothing wrong with being single, it is an entirely different thing to pretend to be happy when you're not. And while it is sad to have no one to complete your life, it is not shameful. It is even sadder to have to continuously assert to yourself that you are happy to be single even though you are lonely and envious of happily-attached people.
I've said this before and I'll say it again : Treasure the experiences that all your failed relationships have brought you. You can only learn the hard way (as opposed to pretending to understand relationship woes from a bystander point of view) and that's better than to never have learned or experienced at all.
I know I do.
(I'm a goddamn preacher, ain't I? =P )
when such situations occur...u just need to gather a few gal pals...who will unhesitantly conclude "its THEM! its not YOU!!!" Of course i cant ask my brother...who will definitely say "its you...its not them..."
EXCUSE ME! I never said that!
If you bloody want me to analyse why your relationships didn't work out, I can do it.
For free even!
Here goes :
The one that got away :
You didn't really like him. You didn't know what to do. It's called being young and clueless.
The first boyfriend :
You didn't really love him. You thought you knew what to do and despite my warning, decided that you wanted to try a relationship with a guy you didn't love but who treats you like a princess.... and he irritated the hell out of you.
The second boyfriend :
He swooned the hell out of you. You loved him even though you know he's a playboy. You got together with him to find that you loved him more than he loved you. You treated him like a prince but he didn't give you the princess treatment you deserved.
Everyone in a relationship is "happily attached". I seldom hear people say they're unhappily attached.
While there is nothing wrong with being single, it is an entirely different thing to pretend to be happy when you're not. And while it is sad to have no one to complete your life, it is not shameful. It is even sadder to have to continuously assert to yourself that you are happy to be single even though you are lonely and envious of happily-attached people.
I've said this before and I'll say it again : Treasure the experiences that all your failed relationships have brought you. You can only learn the hard way (as opposed to pretending to understand relationship woes from a bystander point of view) and that's better than to never have learned or experienced at all.
I know I do.
(I'm a goddamn preacher, ain't I? =P )
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Contradiction
My ex-gf (The feisty one, not the dreamy one) was feeling giddy today and went to see a doctor. I happened to see the prescribed medication and was dumbfounded.
On the medication for giddiness was a label that went something like this :
Warning : This medication can cause drowsiness. Do not drive or operate heavy machinery.
Apparently, you must choose to be either giddy or drowsy. *scratch head*
Tough choice if you ask me...
On the medication for giddiness was a label that went something like this :
Warning : This medication can cause drowsiness. Do not drive or operate heavy machinery.
Apparently, you must choose to be either giddy or drowsy. *scratch head*
Tough choice if you ask me...
Saturday, March 04, 2006
There may not be a reason for everything, but there's a meaning to everything.
My little sister has started her own blog! Whee!
Excerpt from her blog :
Point being.....i decided that i should write a blog because it is not meant as a diary...its just meant for my mindless rambling. Everytime i try to tell my brother something...he says "u know...i am not really interested". So if i write it down...technically u would have to read it first to realise that you are not interested...and by then it would be too late! *evil laughter*
Suddenly, I question why *I* would want to blog. I have nothing much to say here anyway, and as much as I sometimes don't want to hear my sister tell me about how she managed to buy two pairs of shoes today at only $10 each, I also don't like telling people about my day. It's personal.
And while I can actually bitch about my friends here, I have to admit that only they read it anyway... so it defeats the purpose. =P
Then I reasoned that I can write all my unhappy thoughts here to maintain my facade of a happy-go-lucky joker. Quickly taking a look from the other side of the glass, I asked myself who the fuck wants to read about my unhappiness anyway? Not even me! Besides, I know that I may hurt people with what I may write, so I rather keep those stuff in my pocket.
I would deem this a place fit enough to unveil my deepest and darkest thoughts... except I'm quite simple a person and don't really think deep thoughts. I often get lost in the mess I call my thoughts and forget what I was thinking about in the first place.
So therefore, I have gone and analysed the problem in order to mitigate the underlying issues by synergizing the... nevermind. Simply put : I only blog when I have no one to talk to online and besides, my fingers need the exercise. Before you say anything, next time observe my sleek, lean and muscular fingers, then weep in shame!
Excerpt from her blog :
Point being.....i decided that i should write a blog because it is not meant as a diary...its just meant for my mindless rambling. Everytime i try to tell my brother something...he says "u know...i am not really interested". So if i write it down...technically u would have to read it first to realise that you are not interested...and by then it would be too late! *evil laughter*
Suddenly, I question why *I* would want to blog. I have nothing much to say here anyway, and as much as I sometimes don't want to hear my sister tell me about how she managed to buy two pairs of shoes today at only $10 each, I also don't like telling people about my day. It's personal.
And while I can actually bitch about my friends here, I have to admit that only they read it anyway... so it defeats the purpose. =P
Then I reasoned that I can write all my unhappy thoughts here to maintain my facade of a happy-go-lucky joker. Quickly taking a look from the other side of the glass, I asked myself who the fuck wants to read about my unhappiness anyway? Not even me! Besides, I know that I may hurt people with what I may write, so I rather keep those stuff in my pocket.
I would deem this a place fit enough to unveil my deepest and darkest thoughts... except I'm quite simple a person and don't really think deep thoughts. I often get lost in the mess I call my thoughts and forget what I was thinking about in the first place.
So therefore, I have gone and analysed the problem in order to mitigate the underlying issues by synergizing the... nevermind. Simply put : I only blog when I have no one to talk to online and besides, my fingers need the exercise. Before you say anything, next time observe my sleek, lean and muscular fingers, then weep in shame!
