I wonder if I should allow myself to float so high and lose touch of reality. Because the issues of reality will definitely be hard ones to sort out. Don't want to be stuck in a dream thinking that is reality, or do I?
Musings, musings.
I'm back. ;-)
Jul 23, 2010
Feb 20, 2010
Until 'Ever After'
Meet The Lady.
She is inching into her forties. Single. Yearning to settle down.
Highly qualified, excellent at her work. A specialist.
Why is she single? Who knows. Perhaps it was her plain Jane looks that kept men at bay? Or maybe it was her high qualifications as a medical doctor that left men feeling 'under-qualified'. Perhaps it was her demanding career that left her no time to socialize. A common plague among doctors, regardless of gender.
There isn't one single reason that she could pick out to be the culprit. Perhaps it was a combination of culprits that contributed to her lack of companionship.
She has a slightly chubby appearance, a weathered smile with a hint of insecurity. Insecurity, something she that she has tried (and is still trying) to defeat throughout her years of searching.
There's no denying that she no longer has her young looks. And it seems that that is all the men at her age are looking for. Sweet young things. A heart of gold, she has. But the years passed has strained her heart. It is growing tired. It is tiring to keep hoping.
Oh, she's had her share of failed relationships. One even cheated her of her financial savings. By the time she found out, it was too late, the money was gone and she was alone - heartbroken.
Enters The Jerk. Also single. Thinks the world of himself.
You could call him 'The Player', but his slouchy, slacking, unimpressive and undistinguished appearance and attitude dis-entitles him from that label. A more accurate description would be 'a bag of potatoes', or so they say. Harsh, but true.
Yet, with his qualification, he does have some bargaining power. He is a lawyer.
How a lawyer and a bag of potatoes can co-exist in a 1 body is beyond me. But that's not for me to decipher.
The Jerk recognizes The Lady as a lady in distress. I guess it was easy to tell that she was 'desperate'. The Jerk takes advantage. Goes in for the kill.
She is happy, momentarily. Oh, to receive attention of a man, however half-hearted it was, was a sign of a something good. It gave her a twinkle of hope for an 'ever after'. The word 'happily' preceding the phrase would be an optional prefix, she tells herself.
She'll make do. She'll settle for him. After all, she has not many cards left to play.
Guess you could say that they were 'together' or 'going out'. But considering the way he treated her, I think it would have been more appropriate to call it an 'open relationship'. At least that is what people call it these days.
The Jerk came to her when he needed her company. She cooked for him. Listened to him. Bared her hopeful heart to him. After all, she was ever the expectant one. The adoring eyes of a hopeful lady, who could ask for more?
But The Jerk had his eyes set higher. He went out with other potentials. Other single, more attractive ladies. But The Lady was always his comfort zone, the rebound. Kinda like the safe zone he goes back to rest after he's had a ball outside.
Whether she knew what he was doing this behind her back, I don't know. Perhaps, she did. But wanted to think the best of him. Wanted to hope for the best.
This went on for 4 years. She had hoped for 4 years. Never once did he mention 'marriage'. Her parents had spoken to him, nudging him in that direction. Spiritual leaders even asked if he had those intentions.
His reasons were superficial. He complained she is too fat. Not attractive. There were better options. If only he could take a good long look in the mirror. What a Jerk.
She wants to settle down. She wants to give him the ultimatum, but yet she fears that he will walk away, with no hesitation.
But it was time she made a decision. Her expectation had lowered. But it will not go any lower.
So she decides to walk away. Heartbroken - again.
How to you explain the feeling - being totally without hope, yet totally hopeful, all at the same time?
Because that was exactly how she felt. Hope is lost, but still she hopes for yet another day.
Because she has no other option, but to continue hoping.
Until 'ever after'.
She is inching into her forties. Single. Yearning to settle down.
Highly qualified, excellent at her work. A specialist.
Why is she single? Who knows. Perhaps it was her plain Jane looks that kept men at bay? Or maybe it was her high qualifications as a medical doctor that left men feeling 'under-qualified'. Perhaps it was her demanding career that left her no time to socialize. A common plague among doctors, regardless of gender.
There isn't one single reason that she could pick out to be the culprit. Perhaps it was a combination of culprits that contributed to her lack of companionship.
She has a slightly chubby appearance, a weathered smile with a hint of insecurity. Insecurity, something she that she has tried (and is still trying) to defeat throughout her years of searching.
There's no denying that she no longer has her young looks. And it seems that that is all the men at her age are looking for. Sweet young things. A heart of gold, she has. But the years passed has strained her heart. It is growing tired. It is tiring to keep hoping.
Oh, she's had her share of failed relationships. One even cheated her of her financial savings. By the time she found out, it was too late, the money was gone and she was alone - heartbroken.
Enters The Jerk. Also single. Thinks the world of himself.
You could call him 'The Player', but his slouchy, slacking, unimpressive and undistinguished appearance and attitude dis-entitles him from that label. A more accurate description would be 'a bag of potatoes', or so they say. Harsh, but true.
Yet, with his qualification, he does have some bargaining power. He is a lawyer.
How a lawyer and a bag of potatoes can co-exist in a 1 body is beyond me. But that's not for me to decipher.
The Jerk recognizes The Lady as a lady in distress. I guess it was easy to tell that she was 'desperate'. The Jerk takes advantage. Goes in for the kill.
She is happy, momentarily. Oh, to receive attention of a man, however half-hearted it was, was a sign of a something good. It gave her a twinkle of hope for an 'ever after'. The word 'happily' preceding the phrase would be an optional prefix, she tells herself.
She'll make do. She'll settle for him. After all, she has not many cards left to play.
Guess you could say that they were 'together' or 'going out'. But considering the way he treated her, I think it would have been more appropriate to call it an 'open relationship'. At least that is what people call it these days.
The Jerk came to her when he needed her company. She cooked for him. Listened to him. Bared her hopeful heart to him. After all, she was ever the expectant one. The adoring eyes of a hopeful lady, who could ask for more?
But The Jerk had his eyes set higher. He went out with other potentials. Other single, more attractive ladies. But The Lady was always his comfort zone, the rebound. Kinda like the safe zone he goes back to rest after he's had a ball outside.
Whether she knew what he was doing this behind her back, I don't know. Perhaps, she did. But wanted to think the best of him. Wanted to hope for the best.
This went on for 4 years. She had hoped for 4 years. Never once did he mention 'marriage'. Her parents had spoken to him, nudging him in that direction. Spiritual leaders even asked if he had those intentions.
His reasons were superficial. He complained she is too fat. Not attractive. There were better options. If only he could take a good long look in the mirror. What a Jerk.
She wants to settle down. She wants to give him the ultimatum, but yet she fears that he will walk away, with no hesitation.
But it was time she made a decision. Her expectation had lowered. But it will not go any lower.
So she decides to walk away. Heartbroken - again.
How to you explain the feeling - being totally without hope, yet totally hopeful, all at the same time?
Because that was exactly how she felt. Hope is lost, but still she hopes for yet another day.
Because she has no other option, but to continue hoping.
Until 'ever after'.
Feb 14, 2010
Fall in love again
I don't think I've ever missed posting a blog entry every Valentine's day since I started blogging. I think.
Don't plan to break the tradition. :-)
I remember listening to this song on the radio and didn't think much of it. But it was only after a couple of listens did I really hear the lyrics to it. And when I did (one of the mornings while I was driving to work), it made me smile. Kinda like when I heard this song.
I was hooked, but never bothered to Google or Youtube it. Never knew who the singer was until I heard the radio announcer said this name yesterday: Jason Castro.
Familiar...
*!!!*
American Idol Season 7 contestant! I fell in love with his voice when he sang 'Michelle' by The Beatles. Helps that he has a charming face too. ;-)p
I like the song's upbeat tune, the cute lyrics. Very lovey-dovey, falling-in-love-for-the-first-time, that fuzzy feeling feeling. (Yes, you read me right, you read 'feeling' twice.)
Love it. Apt for Valentine's day, no? Enjoy!
Just to set the record straight: I like the song, but I kinda have issues with his dreadlocks which are so obviously longer than the girl in the video clip. Seems a little odd. Plus he has that pretty boy look, which I think makes him as pretty as, if not prettier than, the girl. I think I'd still prefer guys to have short hair.
Don't plan to break the tradition. :-)
I remember listening to this song on the radio and didn't think much of it. But it was only after a couple of listens did I really hear the lyrics to it. And when I did (one of the mornings while I was driving to work), it made me smile. Kinda like when I heard this song.
I was hooked, but never bothered to Google or Youtube it. Never knew who the singer was until I heard the radio announcer said this name yesterday: Jason Castro.
Familiar...
*!!!*
American Idol Season 7 contestant! I fell in love with his voice when he sang 'Michelle' by The Beatles. Helps that he has a charming face too. ;-)p
I like the song's upbeat tune, the cute lyrics. Very lovey-dovey, falling-in-love-for-the-first-time, that fuzzy feeling feeling. (Yes, you read me right, you read 'feeling' twice.)
Love it. Apt for Valentine's day, no? Enjoy!
Just to set the record straight: I like the song, but I kinda have issues with his dreadlocks which are so obviously longer than the girl in the video clip. Seems a little odd. Plus he has that pretty boy look, which I think makes him as pretty as, if not prettier than, the girl. I think I'd still prefer guys to have short hair.
All that aside, here's wishing all of you, "Gong Xi Fa Chai!"
Jan 14, 2010
The car is mine.
I love the Kelisa I drive. I think it's the cutest car (after the VW Beetle and Mini Cooper, haha). So when my dad announced months ago that he would be paying the final installment of the car loan, I chirpily said, "I'll pay the last installment! Then the car is mine!"
I only got around to transferring the money to him early this morning. Later that morning, he sent the following email to me.
If you didn't already know, my dad is quite the joker.
So, it's official! I own the Kelisa. Well, at least 1.24% of it.
I only got around to transferring the money to him early this morning. Later that morning, he sent the following email to me.
If you didn't already know, my dad is quite the joker.So, it's official! I own the Kelisa. Well, at least 1.24% of it.
Jan 4, 2010
My Face
My face went on strike last year.
Like a minefield, pimples started erupting one-by-one, non-stop.
Can cry. Really.
I remember praying to God to take them away.
I remember wondering IF it would ever go away.
I remember people asking if I was hitting my second puberty. Haha.
Facial sessions were extra long and extremely excruciating. (alliteration rocks).
I blame it all on work stress.
The harder I work, the more stressed I get, the worse my face becomes. The more pimples I get, the more scars there are, and the more I have to spend on facials with my hard-earned money to make my face better.
So, really. It doesn't seem like a good deal to me.
I took one week off over Christmas and New Year, and look what happened. My face is pimple free and clearing up, glowing even. Which proves that the less I work, the better my face looks.
So, if the solution is as simple as taking a week off, then my solution to pimple-free face is simple:
Don't work = No stress = Good face.
Like that will happen in the near future for me, right?
*sigh*
If only stress had the reverse effect. The more stressed, the brighter the glow. Then I wouldn't mind working more. Haha.
Like a minefield, pimples started erupting one-by-one, non-stop.
Can cry. Really.
I remember praying to God to take them away.
I remember wondering IF it would ever go away.
I remember people asking if I was hitting my second puberty. Haha.
Facial sessions were extra long and extremely excruciating. (alliteration rocks).
I blame it all on work stress.
The harder I work, the more stressed I get, the worse my face becomes. The more pimples I get, the more scars there are, and the more I have to spend on facials with my hard-earned money to make my face better.
So, really. It doesn't seem like a good deal to me.
I took one week off over Christmas and New Year, and look what happened. My face is pimple free and clearing up, glowing even. Which proves that the less I work, the better my face looks.
So, if the solution is as simple as taking a week off, then my solution to pimple-free face is simple:
Don't work = No stress = Good face.
Like that will happen in the near future for me, right?
*sigh*
If only stress had the reverse effect. The more stressed, the brighter the glow. Then I wouldn't mind working more. Haha.
