Beautiful Messy Hair...Ymmm

I don't know why, but guys with very individualistic looking hairstyle make my head turn, my heart melt and my eyes fixated. Flowers start to appear in the air and it's as though my dream guy just walked past me...

I would love to sport one of those individualistic looking hairstyle on myself but I have no guts... That's because it is a fine line between a wow(!) hairstyle and a crazy person with hair tearing apart.

There are mornings when I woke up, looked into the mirror and surprised myself, that my hair looks so much better(!) without doing anything to it; in it's most natural state. Really takes a hard time to wipe that grin off my face after that.

Imagine it beats all the fuss and effort every time to wash, comb and style. Of course hygiene is a most. But s-t-y-l-e . . . . . . that's something quite unattainable for me. No matter how natural you want it to look, it always looked unnatural... Guess I need more flair for it.

I suppose till then, my best-hair-moment will always remain in the morning. My best-hair-day is still yet to come ;)

With this, I wed you...

I wish I can grow old happy, blessed and fulfilled, and there’s a wonderful supportive partner alongside me, at least for most part of my life (no intermission…eg no husband-snagger along the way).

Last week someone mentioned that human beings are not monogamous by nature. That got me a little fired up ‘cause my life will be compromised if that’s true. After all, I don’t want to live in fear that my partner is going to dump me for someone else just because he is following his animal instinct.

In a way, I agree with concepts such as survival of the fittest, Nature’s theory of natural selection. (All right, I am seriously divided here. On one hand, I believe in God and thus with his omnipotence, can make anything possible. On the other hand, I agree with Darwin's Theory of Evolution - Natural Selection) By nature, if we don’t live in solitude, we would want the best (might mean compatibility in this case) partner for ourselves. Then we can move on to procreation.

We don’t spend our entire life selecting partners, procreate, deselect partners if a better one comes along the way, procreate again, repeat cycle. Perhaps animals do that to ensure survival of their kind. But we are not animals out in the wild, ie someone’s gonna kill us any minute for food.

We think, we plan and most of all we are in control of our actions. Once we give our promise to someone to live together for better or for worse, we have decided what we want for our life, right?

All right, there are temptations out there. But we have to recognize that we need to play our own part and put in our efforts. That made us different, right?

arrrrrrrrphew!

Introduction to my darling pet. She's the joy, pride of my life. Don't worry, I am not obsessed about her, but I care a lot for her. She has her fair share of hugs and discipline from me ;)

I never thought that I am going to have a pet till 5 years ago when I sneaked her home...She's from a friend who had many cats to take care of. She was 6 months old when I had her. Since then, she's part of the family.

My folks adore her and it is really sweet of her to be a friendly cat. She loves to put her nose and paw in everything my folks do. She relieves them of lonesomeness whenever my bro and I are not home. She's Miss Encourager too whenever any of us are down. She will come to us quietly, giving us a friendly brush and then just settle herself next to us.

Coming home to her and family adds a different dimension. She runs to the door, she waits for you to wash your hands before you give her your first pat/hug/stroke.

I don't have many photos of her & me together. Most of them are just her. I suppose not everyone is as interested in snapping her photos as me. I just want to have as many documentation of her as possible. I don't know how long God will allow her to be a part of our lives. I am just grateful that she's still with us. Thank You!

I guess my love for her is bountiful. Wish my love for others can be as generous and great ;)

Double-Edge sword

I have learnt not to react too fast to things, mainly events of the day; be it work related or personal mishaps.

Always believed that there are two ends of a scale, and that God will compensate no matter what. For seemingly good things, there's a negative part of it. For seemingly bad things, they could be blessings-in-disguise. In the end, you could be begging on your knees to have that bad thing if you have the ability to forsee the blessing that it brings.

It's still a question-mark to me (it is because I have not lived my life to it's end yet. When I do, maybe I will have an answer) that the apparently-blessed people may not be as highly deemed as the apparently-deprived people in God's eyes. So I don't know if it's better that I have a very tested (full of trials) life, or a life where everything is a bliss? I could be a person who is very grateful and appreciative of a blissful life, so does that weigh as good as a person with lots of trials and the person still sees good at the end of all these?

5 SENSES

Robot : Give me my five senses back...boo hoo...
Human Being : I have my five senses, but I don't use them now.


We lived like zombies (robot's pal) without sight (looking but not seeing), without smell (breathing but not smelling), without taste (eating but not enjoying), without hearing (tapping but not listening), & without touch (holding but not feeling).

What on earth are we doing here?

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Tagged!

Just discovered that I have been tagged by Pradeep the first thing I logged on ;)

Some introduction on rules of the game (copied them from Pradeep) :
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged. (Wow! That's a lot on the number.)
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.


Well, here goes... :)

Gender: I obviously like men. That's for sure.

All right, for the 8 good-to-have points:
1) Must love me (no sharing with other females, please)
2) Talented; Inspiring
3) Able to communicate with me (constructive ones, please)
4) Have some Sensitivity to aesthetics
5) Teach me something new (can be something simple like an idea. Maybe on a weekly basis?)
6) Able to appreciate me and my quirkiness
7) Independent (as a person & with an independent mind as well)
8) Shares a balanced lifestyle of work & play with me


Okay, here's the list of honour (the following people are tagged...pardon me):
1. Megan
2. Twistedbrick
3. KimmyK
4. Mary P
5. Anck su Namun
6. Akela
7. White Magpie


Have fun!

Walk-a-walk

As a child, I took walks with my granny in the mornings and in the evenings. Those were long distance walks.

As school starts, I took walks, traversing from town centre to where I lived. I developed good leg muscles and a lean figure.

As working life starts, there was no more walks.

Walks are only reserved for holidays.

Now I realise I shouldn't be missing out on walks. Walks give a healthy, fit body and a balanced mind. It gives us a breathing period amidst busyness and gives us back our perspective. Agree?

Kiss Factor

Ever deep kissed and wonder what's exchanged in the process? (think dirty; referring more to germs, bacteria, etc)

Being a clean plus health freak myself, if there's any bad saliva smell detected during the process, questions start to race through my mind. One of them is why there's no bad smell sometimes and why there IS at other times.

One of my personal reasoning (may not stand) is that when two persons are deep kissing, their bodies should be emitting substance (sorry folks for any vague terms used, because I studied no biology, and I forgot chemistry) to attract one another.

So if there's an odour, it could be:
1) remains of food left in the mouth; saliva still breaking down food bits
2) some medical problems or oral hygiene needs to be stepped up
3) either one of the persons is not fully concentrating on attracting the other person

Number 3 is what bothers me. I test run this theory on my ex-boyfriends and current one. Till now, it seems to hold up quite well.

When I am distracted during kissing (with thoughts like how much laundry I am going to do later, I have second thoughts...), most likely the smell factor is bad. But if I am really into it, deeply engrossed and pleased with the potential outcome of all these kissing, saliva smells real pleasant.

Of course I could be deep into it but my partner isn't. So that probably explains why there's a presence of bad smell. Then my siren starts blinking red alert. If these occurrences are frequent, my relationship also starts to signal problem. The two always seem to tally.

Thus this factor of kissing is one way I use to gauge how well the relationship is going, whether there is any pretence.

At times I am afraid to kiss because of the reason I know...

The A t t i t u d e

I never fail to be fascinated by the french and their attitude. Completely intrigues me and turns me on (of course I can't deny it's better if it's from cute men... Still I hold an admiration for their females too).

It's a certain combination of light-heartedness, playfulness, humour and confidence.

I love the way the waiters carry themselves, the way even grannies and pappies march down streets to demonstrate their own strikes, the way the adults won't hesitate to stop whatever they are doing just to give you a piece of their mind (even if it means in the middle of the road). Ho Ho. Actually the French are really nice and warm people, provided you don't test their patience.

I adore their passion for whatever they embark themselves on. The play factor in them does wonders too.

Give me that French attitude, it will bowl me over...

Retreat

Have been adopting a retreat stance lately.

I find that it gives me a wider picture. Ironically more control over myself. No more the urge to control others or plan the outcome of things (esp important things in my life that are caused by others).

What a relief! I exhaust all my frustrations, all my thirst. In a turn of events, I think I accomplished more by letting go.

Humility is important. I never understood it more. I hope more learning will come. Happiness to everyone!

The sky is big...

In Lust or In Love

I can't tell if I am in love or in lllllluuuuuussssssttttt....with someone in my life.

Yes maybe if we have carried on smoothly and TIMELY (that's important) from where we left off previously... we could be an item now. If my logical mind has not taken control over my pounding heart, I would have been flipping head-over-heels umpteen thousand times now. Then it's fair to say I am in true love...

But, we are not an item now. So I am in lust with him, right?

Sometimes we end up with partners in our lives who are the best catch or most compatible with the wants of our life at that point of time. They may be best in our list of possible people, but they are not in our list of I-want-this-guy-if-God-gave-me-freedom-of-choice....

Then at the end of the day, that special guy never leaves our mind. So what now? Is it more than lust? Thus upgraded to love?

Meanwhile the person-next-to-us becomes part of our lives in the advantage of time, durations...we have shared everything with him, so he becomes more than love?

Next time round......we will stop at saying "I am in love with you". We can start with "I am in luuuuusssstttt with you...fleeting lust....deep lust.........the list goes on..."

That hysterical side of me…hee hee hee ho ho ho

Only a few friends are exposed to this side of me. Well, not everyone can take it. Am trying not to scare too many people off. Normally I am cool. A few sad things come and knock me over a bit. I take care of them, and in midst of settling all these problems, there is such a thing called ‘process’. My process comes with a few comic relieves here and there to give me what they are for, yes some relief, some light-heartedness.

I do laugh like any other person out here. I laugh when I am happy, when I am having fun. Problem is, I laugh too when I am stressed, clarify: Most Stressed. Not a problem for me but it may pose a problem for people around me. So I tend to keep it to just one or two friends close to me.

Really like the way one of my friends deal with it. She will go: ok, I know you are at it again…Control yourself…laugh laugh laugh. Pat Pat Pat on the shoulder.

Life goes on whether you are sad or not.

A lesson

Years ago during my first encounter with snow, I was building a little snowman with my bare hands, of the snow collected at my window sill. That was fun. Once I shut the window, and I was back to the warmth of my apartment.

My next few encounters with snow were brief and there's little excitement. Most of the time, I was well wrapped up with gloves, coat, shawl, cap, etc.

Then after years of separation from the beloved white icy substance, I forgot all about the COLD. My next contact with it was filled with eagerness. I pulled out my gloves and grabbed a few big clumps of it; throwing them around and feeling their texture and soft mass!

My next few minutes were filled with regret. My hands were all numbed despite putting them back to my pockets for a long time. I really thank God I didn't drop any of my fingers and I am still counting them to ten.

Next time, I am gonna wear gloves. I will never forget that.

Opposites

When it snows, our noses are too numbed by the cold to smell anything. Our eyes are only too pleased to see our dirty black grounds turn pure white...

Suppose it snows black truffles on white ground... what is visually disturbing, white ground fills with black clumps... will be offset by the heavenly fragrance of truffles...



Would you like this inversion?

Ice

It has snowed in Paris!

Hello, Year 2006

Hi Everyone, I am back from holiday :)
Will I grow old in Paris, dear pigeon on the right? Dear Mr Scarecrow on the left? Dear house number 12 on top? err....