Night of Deepavali.. went to play fireworks with a someone special.. just like the fireworks that fizzle out after sometimes, I’m not holding too much expectation how long this will burn.. But if I could, I would make the fireworks stick so long that it reaches the moon… That is a hope that I’ll keep, but not an expectation to hold.. complicated? Yeah.. its not easy, but I’m sure we’ll find a way thru it somehow… =)
It was just a vivid imagination…
In a fairy tale wonderland…
When the eyes are open…
The recurring nightmare continues…
Underneath the blanket of constellation
Against the cold windy night
Lying on the shaky bridge…
Starring into the cloudy sky
Surely wad’s ahead is not clear
But with imagination the clouds forms
Nevermind the hidden diamonds
They’re not the stars of the night
As the heart sees better than the eyes
And the divine message begin emerging…
Warm rosy cheeks can’t deny it
And candy sweets can’t defy it
Its our dream to treasure…
And our word with L to create
When she looks so familiar, you want to get close to her…
You want to know her even when you seem to have known her already…
She looks so new and fine everytime thou you’ve seen her before somewhere already…
You can’t help to think of her thou you already remember her face…
But you’ll never get any closer to her, cuz you’re dreaming already…
In an age of feminism and politcal correctness.. it takes a great deal of guts to talk your talk and walk the walk.. your way. I came upon a blogpost and I think it has probably been copied many times over.. but I still think its worth putting up again.. (to spread the gospel so to speak) So kudos to this whoever person and check out the story gals, from the right side of wrong… 
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¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ THE GUYS’ RULES¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬
AT LAST A GUY HAS TAKEN THE TIME TO WRITE THIS ALL DOWN
FINALLY, THE GUYS’ SIDE OF THE STORY.
WE ALWAYS HEAR "THE RULES"
FROM THE FEMALE SIDE.
NOW HERE ARE THE RULES FROM THE MALE SIDE.
THESE ARE OUR RULES!
PLEASE NOTE… THESE ARE ALL NUMBERED "1"
ON PURPOSE!
1. MEN ARE NOT MIND READERS.
2. LEARN TO WORK THE TOILET SEAT.
YOU’RE A BIG GIRL. IF IT’S UP, PUT IT DOWN.
WE NEED IT UP, YOU NEED IT DOWN.
YOU DON’T HEAR US COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU LEAVING IT DOWN.
3. SUNDAY SPORTS. IT’S LIKE THE FULL MOON
OR THE CHANGING OF THE TIDES.
LET IT BE.
4. SHOPPING IS NOT A SPORT.
AND NO, WE ARE NEVER GOING TO THINK OF IT THAT WAY.
5. CRYING IS BLACKMAIL.
6. ASK FOR WHAT YOU WANT.
LET US BE CLEAR ON THIS ONE:
SUBTLE HINTS DO NOT WORK!
STRONG HINTS DO NOT WORK!
OBVIOUS HINTS DO NOT WORK!
JUST SAY IT!
7. YES AND NO ARE PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE ANSWERS TO ALMOST EVERY QUESTION.
8. COME TO US WITH A PROBLEM ONLY IF YOU WANT HELP SOLVING IT. THAT’S WHAT WE DO.
SYMPATHY IS WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS ARE FOR.
9. A HEADACHE THAT LASTS FOR 17 MONTHS IS A PROBLEM.
SEE A DOCTOR.
10. ANYTHING WE SAID 6 MONTHS AGO IS INADMISSIBLE IN AN ARGUMENT.
IN FACT, ALL COMMENTS BECOME NULL AND VOID AFTER 7 DAYS.
11. IF YOU WON’T DRESS LIKE THE VICTORIA ‘S SECRET GIRLS, DON’T EXPECT US TO ACT LIKE SOAP OPERA GUYS.
12. IF YOU THINK YOU’RE FAT, YOU PROBABLY ARE.
DON’T ASK US.
13. IF SOMETHING WE SAID CAN BE INTERPRETED TWO WAYS AND ONE OF THEM MAKES YOU SAD OR ANGRY, THEN WE MEANT THE OTHER ONE
14. YOU CAN EITHER ASK US TO DO SOMETHING
OR TELL US HOW YOU WANT IT DONE.
NOT BOTH.
IF YOU ALREADY KNOW BEST HOW TO DO IT, JUST DO IT YOURSELF.
15. WHENEVER POSSIBLE, PLEASE SAY WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY DURING COMMERCIALS.
16. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DID NOT NEED DIRECTIONS AND NEITHER DO WE.
17. ALL MEN SEE IN ONLY 16 COLORS, LIKE WINDOWS DEFAULT SETTINGS.
PEACH, FOR EXAMPLE, IS A FRUIT, NOT A COLOR . PUMPKIN IS ALSO A FRUIT. WE HAVE no idea what mauve is.
18. If it itches, it WILL BE SCRATCHED.
WE DO THAT.
19. IF WE ASK WHAT IS WRONG AND YOU SAY "NOTHING," WE WILL ACT LIKE NOTHING’S WRONG.
WE KNOW YOU ARE LYING, BUT IT IS JUST NOT WORTH THE HASSLE, BESIDES WE KNOW YOU WILL BRING IT UP AGAIN LATER.
20. IF YOU ASK A QUESTION YOU DON’T WANT AN ANSWER TO, EXPECT AN ANSWER YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR.
21. WHEN WE HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE, ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING YOU WEAR IS FINE…REALLY.
22. DON’T ASK US WHAT WE’RE THINKING ABOUT UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED TO DISCUSS SUCH TOPICS AS BASEBALL, THE SHOTGUN FORMATION,
OR GOLF.
23. YOU HAVE ENOUGH CLOTHES.
24. YOU HAVE TOO MANY SHOES.
25. I AM IN SHAPE. ROUND IS A SHAPE!
26. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS.
YES, I KNOW, I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT;
BUT DID YOU KNOW MEN REALLY DON’T MIND THAT? IT’S LIKE CAMPING.
Everyone has this powerful beast inside. When its caged, kept docile, its easy to forget that it exists. However once awaken, its owner becomes savagery, tearing everything in its path asunder, betraying its character as this uncontrollable beast devour his master of his form and betraying his honour. Such implications could be disastrous, leaving permanent imprint on the minds of others, entrenching in their memory bad recollections that is enough to replace every good deed with rotten ones.
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Such is the power of rage, when emotion is ignited and set ablaze. The man is consumed and his future burned to ashes. There is little that can be helped sometimes, for he is cursed to co-exist with this destructive beast until his youth expires. But he’s surely sorry after he has subdued his beast, at least for a while now…
Before I start bitching on the subject matter, and lest you my wise readers from forming strong opinions against me to defend your honor, I like to remind you again that I like you is still in this sphere of blogging, that is we’re all in the same boat but I’m sorry that I just like to poke hole on it…
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How many times have we been deluded into thinking that a blog post is equivalent to a diary writing? That relationship is not as sharp and focused as one speak to mind, but is often subtle and guides the readers to judge one at a tongue’s length. This is especially true when readers do not employ critical thinking on their part, becoming empathetic of one’s ‘deep confession’ or outburst of emotions which is often mistakenly judged as the blogger’s moral compass. This common fault of misjudging came to light to me one day when my eyes danced on two squabbling blogs from both parties. Although each refrained from disclosing the identity of the opposing ‘bad guy’ and kept victimising themselves as innocent, simple, mistaken goodies. That sort of ’self-confession’ is really amusing if you read them back to back, as long as you don’t read too deeply into it.
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There are endless possibilities one could make use of blogs, of love or hate, pain or pleasure. And certainly I would derail its joy of self-expression if I narrowly defined it as a form of conscious instrument. Just that in a time of blog-warring where everyone is abusing it and no one regulating it(of cuz I wouldn’t like that too!), I just hope there’s enough sense for readers to decide if that post is genuine or mindless demagogue. After all, in crafting this ‘noble’ warning blog to one and all to inoculate against the blog abusers, it took me some time and with some effort thou..
The passionate love scale
This’s what I found in this book of social psychology by Elliot Aronson and his co-authors.. and I thought it would be interesting to share and know where are your friends in your heart.. =)
1. I would feel despair if ___ left me.
2. Sometimes I feel I can’t control my thoughts; they’re obsessively on ___ .
3. I feel happy when I’m doing something to make ___ happy.
4. I would rather be with ___ than anyone else.
5. I’d get jealous if I thought ___ were falling in love with someone else.
6. I yearn to know all about ___.
7. I want ___ -physically, emotionally, mentally.
8. I have an endless appetite for affection from___.
9. For me, ___ is the perfect romantic partner.
10. I sense my body responding when ___ touches me.
11. ___ always seems to be on my mind.
12. I want ___ to know me - my thoughts, my fears and my hopes.
13. I eagerly look for signs indicating ___’s desire for me.
14. I possess a powerful attraction for___.
15. I get extremely depressed when things don’t go right in my relationship with ____.
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Do you find the same name recurring many times in the blanks you’ve filled mentally? Well if you don’t, you should do something about that, because I deliberately twisted the test to help you find how close is that ’special one’ to you really… Does it match what you would’ve cognitively know? The real test is this: rank from a scale of 1 to 9, 1 being ‘Not at all true’ to the other extreme end that is ‘Definitely true’. Then you’re suppose to score above a certain marks to reach a healthy level of relationship. Well I thought its silly to quantify ‘love’ so I’m not posing the passing marks… in any case, you should know it in your heart already… =)
(Adapted from Hatfield & Sprecher,1986)
I’m not gonna appeal to any kind souls who’ve seen my beloved son Erickson handphone… I’m sorry to say that the search & rescue mission was an utter failure (spearheaded by myself)… But it has brought a fresh round of thoughts to my head…
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I haven’t been blogging for some time already so I guess the loss of my handphone is somewad destined to keep me whining and bemoaning here…
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Here goes…
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My search for a replacement handphone made me realise that people change their benchmark from time to time, especially when they get too comfortable and used to the last standard. Its difficult to accept anything lesser than the last. I remembered that I ridiculed how silly it is to look for superfluous functions of a conventional phone, labeling as mere gimmicks.. but now I’m a sucker to these ‘excessives’.
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So this’s wad I thought…
Alright I’ll just get a cheap decent phone, how much is that? !!! How bout that? Yikes!!! And the one beside? Ok.. looks not bad.. but oh no, that has no camera! Ok, I’ll up the budget a little, to have a cam at least.. but wad? It has a VGA cam only? Arghh.. ok, I’ll take it.. (Checks my wallet) but when I got home..
"Shit! This doesn’t even support a song ring tone!!! Poly-wad? Argh.. that’s ancient man!!!"
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But after some thought underneath the sacred tree… I was suddenly enlightened! I thought…
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Just be happy with wad ya got, count yaself lucky to not have to find a public phone to call..
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It seems that as long as we’re contend with wad we’ve got, we’ll not groan bout wad we should’ve gotten or could’ve owned.. its all in the mind if you don’t have it in your pulse…
That was the first post I wrote about, after setting a backdrop for the purpose of existence of my tiring post… That Thierry Henry is finally leaving Arsenal for a greener (or purple-red) pasture… comes to light in the most reliable and indisputable source, Arsenal.com.
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This just says how important it is to look at the facts, and how much history can reveal the cascading events of the future.. No matter how strongly you feel or prefer things you want it to be.. that is not important. What matters is the issue, the facts, and the rest,history… Its sad that I’ve to reason with myself the unthinkable swallow hard of his departure… and I’m sure Arsenal fan world wide must have felt the same and very much devastated… Well, I guess I was right all along..
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So much for the romanticism of ideas such as loyalty and attachment. Its just the way of life.. that things happen because its pragmatic for it unfold in such a manner…
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Yeah I’m a realist now.. curse me..
