Beauty from within

Why do they make people this beautiful and stop at one?
Why can't we have two or maybe five of them. Cause out of five of them, one would be attached, one married, the other to be married, gay or some how blood related - but not such a bad thing, cause if he were your gorgeous brother, you would be automatically his gorgeous sister!

Just the other day, my bear (i like to call him that sometimes) and I were having a chat. He made a remark that most couples you see on the streets today is usually pretty, hot women with a not so hot man. And to top that up, (no puns intended) the men are usually shorter than the women.
The occasional couples that are as beautiful as each other, like two professional models that are happen to be dating, the average Joe and his Miss and the one's I admire the most are the one's that compliment eachother.
And of course, we must agree that inner beauty strikes one more than outter beauty.
I know alot of people who aren't what you may say 'good looking' but because their personaility, their modesty, their positive attitude to life, little yet no make-up, no fake accents, no BS... makes them more beautiful than any supermodel on the cover of Vogue or GQ.
So basically what I am trying to say is, not everyone is a Jude Law or a Miss Jolie.
Be happy with who you are, and let that inner self of yours shine.

Unquestionably Stupid by Dragonelle

Have you ever been in a situation where you feel really smart about yourself and rightly so?

Have you ever thought that it should be you sitting in ‘That’ chair and not the other person?

Have you ever wished that you could just say “You’re fired!!” ?

Sigh... what can I say? Sitting here day in day out, getting stressed over stupidity. I mean what kind of stress is that? If you’re stressed over work load or incompetent clients, that’s understandable. But getting stressed over your immediate chief, is undeniable appalling!!

Why do I say that?

Imagine, a person who enters the realm of your working style and culture; riding on his high horse with his nose pointed in the air, so high you can see the hairs in his two black nostrils. Then he comes in with his own apparatus as though what is provided is far less superior than his. To add on, he drops post-its on your lowly table instead of verbally conversing with you.

As if that’s not enough, you need to be mentally drained by him. Wouldn’t you wonder if a person who sits so highly on his chair would have brains as high as the heavens above? Ok, so maybe not so high, but really, ought he not to be better than you??

Gosh… like seriously, how can a person be so self-centered and condescending and totally brainless? I mean, like… tell me something I already know and you sound damn smart! Ha! Ha!

Taking sympathetic time off whilst not knowing the true meaning of it, does it summon any sympathetic feelings from me? Advising me on strategies whilst it being nothing new to me, does it garner any respect from me? Not admitting that you don’t know how to do certain work, does that enable me to see you as a capable superior?

Why then, is this specimen hired when he can’t fit the description? Why then is this establishment employing such an outright, worthless, egoistic SOB who only knows how to wear brands on his back and throw names around, without any substance?

Why? Why? Why?

They should just pay me his salary and I’ll take over his blasted horse and chair!!

Life and Death

Isn't it painful to know that when some one is brought into this world, someone leaves.
You may be celebrating the birth of a new born whilst some one else is mourning over a death of a loved one.

7 days ago, my step great grandmother was admitted to the hospital. All we knew when she was admitted was that she had difficulty breathing. And also she is 95 this year. She is an old lady.

What we didn't expect to hear from the doctor was that her lungs are failing her. Hence the breathing difficulty. That her lungs are failing her because she did not treat her breast cancer that she has been suffering with for the last 4 years.

We later found out that she didn't want to go through an operation. Her reason was it was a matter of time for her. Whether she uner goes the knife or not, she will eventually die. Apparently later.
She's an old lady, but a very sane, old lady who can still teach us the history of China better than all my family members put together.

It's been 8 days since her admission. And each day that goes by, she would ask my mother, when she would go home. It was hard for my mother, who has been almost like her real grandchild, have to listen to her ask, and not know what to say. With her legs so weak, and her breathing complications, it was unlikley the doctor would release her.

So everyday that passes, we pray that she gets stronger. Stronger so that we can take her home to see her cat. The cat that cries for her owner to return.
Pray that we brought her to the hospital and that we can also bring her home from the hospital.
As, we all know the life cyle is as such... you were delivered into the world in the hospital.. and you...

I trust you understand why the dear old lady begs to be brought home.

Before you say 'I do'...

Ever wonder what happens before you say 'I do'...
I mean, even before the wedding vows...
The notorious bacherlor and bacherlorette night...

I'm seeing the girls tonight, honey!

A friend recently told me a wise story, about 'space'.
How a guy an a girl in any relationship needs some space.
It should be something you agree to, say once or twice a week.
Have a girls night out, when he has a boys night out.
And sometimes, have one more than he does.
Always give him the option of coming along, as it's nice that he feels you want him around.
Likewise.
It also puts the other party at ease, in case he were to suprise you and drop by, and not the other way round... if you know what I mean.

The Good, The Bad, The Married and the Friend

It's inevitable that in our life time we will cross paths with one or all of the above mentioned.
It's also inevitable that we will end up with one of the them.
What I am trying to say is, you are who you are today because of them.
Remember the time when you were still a teenager and all you ever did was scribble 'I will love Joe forever' ( an example) on anything your pen could write on. Or the time he went back to his home town to visit his relatives for Christmas, you and him would be apart for a week, and that 7 days would seem like 7 years.
Or the time you went on vacation without him. Paris is expensive, but Paris is romantic. But everything seems not as beautiful, because he wasn't there with you. So you call home, only to have his friends pick up his call and tell you he's busy and to call back. So you think nothing of it, put down the phone. Shortly after the trip, you find out that the night he didn't pick up your call was also the night he was with someone else.
So you cry alittle, alot actually. You contemplate on stupidly taking him back, because you can't live without him. Strangely you forget that it was him that cheated you.
You cry some more. You cry till you can't cry anymore.
You sleep, you die, wake up a few months later, and start to live again.

Alanis Morrisette sang once, 'Isn't it ironic, you meet the man of your dreams, and than.. you meet his beautiful wife.. isn't it ironic". Which leads to the time you innocently believed that you were the only one for him, because he charmed you into believing so. The one that he wants to be with reasons sounded like sweet nothings at the time. Indeed they were nothings.

Than you meet one, that is interesting, one that you get along with very well, kind, generous, funny. This time, you are not the one wondering. This time he is wondering why if you and I get along so well, why are we not together. In reality, you made a decision not to see this 'friend' intimately, because you didn't feel half of what he feels for you.

So, after the many a men you meet, some you keep, some drift away. You have to ask youself, when will I meet 'The One'...
Is there such a thing as 'The One..' Perhaps, that 'One' makes you feel a certain way, that 'One' makes you smile, that 'One' buys you roses, that 'One' meets your parents or that 'One' tells you he loves you..

He is the 'One' because you choose for it to be. There's no perfect relationship, no perfect men, or women for that matter. Only as perfect as you believe him or her to be. He or she is the one as much as you want he or she to be.

With that, think back on how many times you thought to yourself, or told your friends or brought him home to your family and introuce him as the 'One', only to find out months down the line, you do the same thing but with another guy.

Will we ever be satisfied with what we have, or will we always want something more, something that we can't have. Why is the grass always greener on the other side? Like Why can't have my cake and eat it? The cakes already in my hand, why can't I eat it.... This saying I will never quite comprehend...