I've just read my previous entries and realised that I'm SUPERBLY feminist. A guy-slammer. Yet I'm still a blardy lovefool. I'm an oxyMORON!
At times I'm mean towards MANkind but yesterday was my maniacally-depressed day when I got all mushy and sentimental.
This doesn't bode well for my route to recovery man! SHITE!
Well, today's discussion veers towards my feminist side again. Need some GIRL POWER recharging after the disappointment I received yesterday you see...
The following are just stuff I collected from friends and media along the way....
Shalynn says: "Men are divided into 2 kinds. The percussions and the main instruments. The main instruments are the ones you wanna be with and they are the ones whom you should spend your time with. The percussions are just the ones drooling after you but whom you shouldn't bother yourself with. The latter serves the function of boosting our ego but the former is where you choose potential dates and soulmates from. Every self-respecting girl should have an equal mix of main instruments and percussions. And not just that. The numbers should be able to form a decent orchestra.... or at least a band."
CLEO Oct 2001 says that every girl's mantra should be to "collect collect collect... then select" w.r.t. males. Though this mantra can be used when it comes to moisturisers and eyeshadows too.... :)
From "Something's Gotta Give":
Harry: I have never lied to you... I always spoke the truth..... or versions of it at least.
Erica: Truth HAS no VERSIONS!
Guys always speak half-truths. Trust me. I know. They're darn blardy good at that! Don't be fooled! BE DISCERNING! And trust that women's instinct we have, thank goodness!
Myself:
I've been going for parties and gatherings and it is going to occupy the whole of this X'mas week. But I'm not in denial and I know what all that wild partying mean.
"In spite of all the happy exterior, parties are just a front, a deflective shell for singles to hide in to mask their loneliness when deep down inside, all they want is just to spend time with that one special person."
Given a choice, I would rather skip all that 'happening' stuff and spend quiet time at home with Daryl. But I can't. Not anymore.
Ju:
"Am I happy? Yes I am. "
"Am I lying? Yes I am."
Me:
Ever wondered why it is that the Koreans take a painfully long drama just to send a message that the Americans can summarise in a single witty one-liner?
Abraham Lincoln:
"In the end, it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in your years."
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