It's Friday for me!

And it's back to the peninsular for the weekend.
Wouldn't it be good if weekends passed by in slow-mo?

Men are from Mars.

If a guy treats you like he doesn't give a sh*t, it's because he doesn't give a shit.
If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you.

- from He's Just Not That Into You

To add to that, a male colleague of mine said, "If a guy wants to break up with you, he'll find whatever excuse to." I paused and thought for a moment...

It's an easy way out. Rather than facing the situation, upholding that scrape of dignity left in the relationship and giving it an ounce of respect for what it's worth, he prefers to utilise his get-out-of-jail card and be free through a more convenient option. I mean, how many times has the 'It's not you, it's me. You deserve someone better' phrase been used? I'm not saying us girls have a clean record (some of us stand guilty as charged), but let's admit it (don't murder me), the honours goes to the guys for this.

And it can be summed up that a guy's interest in you (or lack thereof) can be as clear as the result you get from a pregnancy test kit. It's either you're gonna balloon up and be a momma, or not. And likewise, you can tell from his actions/affections (or the non-existence of it), if he's into you or otherwise. For if he was interested, he will make it known to you. Period.

From what I gather, there is no grey area, apparently.

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Do The Shuffle.

From IA, and am doing this because it's a pretty simple tag.

1. Put your iTunes on shuffle. Or any music player you got.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the same as well as the person you got the note from.

Well I'm not tagging anyone. But if you have nothing better to do, just press shuffle. You might get a good laugh out of it. Oh, what the heck. Wabbit, you're tagged!

Here goes...

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? I Care About You (Milestone)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?Sabbath Bloody Sabbath! (The Cardigans) *Ha ha. This kinda sounds right*

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? No Air (Jordin Sparks/Chris Brown)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? One Fine Day (Natalie Merchant)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (The Platters)WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? You Are Not Alone (Michael Jackson) *Strangely, I feel comforted*

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? I'll Find A Way (Rachel Yamagata)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Not Ready To Make Nice (Dixie Chicks)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Addicted (Amy Winehouse) *He he. Both will say to shoes*

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Everything She Wants (Wham!) *Ha ha. This song gets me moving but I won't want it to be played at my wedding or sung to me by my groom*

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Supreme (Robbie Williams)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Sunday Circus Song (The Cardigans)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Corner Of The Earth (Jamiroquai)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? I Don't Care (Ricky Martin feat. Fat Joe) *I DO care. About those that matter, that is...*

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Crybaby (Mariah Carey) *Nah, there are WORST things*

HOW WILL YOU DIE? Long Way To Go (Cassie) *Ha ha. Ironic. I always have this feeling I won't live until a ripe old age*

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Walking After You (Foo Fighters) *LOL. How very apt... and again it depends on who, that is*

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Little L (Jamiroquai)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Feels Just Like It Should (Jamiroquai)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Let's Stay Together (Al Green) *Somehow, this is comforting too*

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? You Give Me Something (James Morrison) *Ha ha. First thought. STD, AIDS etc*

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Monkey Man (Amy Winehouse) *This tickled me*

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Come Fly With Me (Michael Buble) *This is rather apt too*

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Tears Dry On Their Own (Amy Winehouse) *Hhmm, this seems like the right answer*

B is for Balance...

A view from the 45th floor.

A new pair of shoes.

A craving fulfilling dinner.

A wonderful jazz performance by the Harbour.

It was a simple, walkabout weekend with lots of mini happies in between.

She did her thing. He did his thing. And together they did their thing.

Here's to more... and what's in store :)

SF4 is out...

... and it's not called the helicopter kick anymore, but the spinning bird kick!

Characters I'm loving - Chun Li of course, to GirlPower! (although the first thing I noticed about her was the bigger thighs), Ryu (always thought he has this appealing SNAG thing going on) and C.Sniper (this is one cool mama!).

Side effect experienced? Pins and needles on my left thumb but it's worth it when you get to kick ass :)

A Valentine's Post.

When I was 12, my aunt gave me a diary for Christmas. Foolishly, I brought it to school one day as I was afraid my mom would read it. My classmate M, a chubby and mischievous boy ransacked my bag and found it. The contents were silly things I wrote about my adolescent wishes and dreams but there were also a page where it was about a huge crush I had on another classmate, D. I was teased relentlessly for the next few months until everybody found something new to talk about.

Two years down the road in high school, history repeated itself and a rumour started that I was in love with my classmate, J. This time the teasing went on for three years. Come to think of it, for most of my years in high school I was associated with just one boy! I seldom spoke to J eventhough we were classmates. He had a quiet demeanour but hung out with a noisy bunch. And it was later on, when I found out that J's best friend, R was the culprit that started the rumour. I confronted him about it and he just laughed it off. From then onwards I detested R because he was the cause of all the teasing I had to endure. I didn't even fancy J in the first place! We started to fight and irritate each other at every opportunity possible. It was my sole mission in life at that time to make his a living hell. Throughout all this, J and I kept away from each other. It was like we had an invisible forcefield. And if one should be at a noticeable distance from the other an alarm would go off and the teasing would begin. However, when I was 15, I realised I liked J after we shared a slow dance thanks to R's scheming at a birthday party. It's funny, we hated each other's guts and yet he still invited me for his celebration.

For the next one year or so, I tried to get J's attention amidst all the teasing (that started to affect me less) and finally striked up enough courage to tell him my feelings but it was not reciprocated. He told me instead that I will end up dating our friend, A. I was confused and heartbroken (not only because of the rejection but also because I knew who had his heart). He was right. Fate brought A and I closer and as corny as it sounds, he became my first boyfriend at 17. I still remember J telling me after school one day, "Didn't I tell you so?" with a smile one day, when the teasing had stopped. I asked him how but he continued giving me that I know it all smile.

Over the next few years, A broke my heart, a few interesting ones came and walked on by, and along came M, who was a primary classmate. I had not seen him for seven years when our paths crossed. We met frequently after (sometimes everyday of the week), formed a close friendship and I fell for my best friend. Again, I made the first move (good thing this did not become a recurring pattern) and gave him a week for an answer but there was consistency and I experienced my second disappointment. I treasured our friendship and wanted things to return to normalcy. I recovered quickly, he was matured enough, and we remain as best friends. However, two months before I was to fly off to Australia to further my studies, he called me one night and told me, "I had a dream. We were holding hands..." and we gave it a shot. After three years as a couple, I longed for more and said goodbye.

That's the love story of my teens. As my 20s approached, Life and Love took a turn and got complicated. There were real tears, there were betrayals and lies (more often on my part of which I'm not proud of but we live and we learn), there were sticky situations I got myself into (of which I should have known better but then again...) and ultimately there were things I could not grasp but stubbornly continued chasing (I thought I could change the world...). Nonetheless, I can't deny the presence of moments where I felt like a teenage girl again, where I felt like I could touch the moonlight. Where I felt like I had wings and could flutter, like Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

To quote RA...

"I understood even way back then how love, young love more so, can be irrational and crazy and impulsive and inexplicable. It may be frivolous, but yes, the heart can expand to swallow up your whole being. As you grow older, you learn to steel yourself against it. You reason, you argue, you resist. Somewhere, you keep an escape clause handy. For some reason, as you grow older, it becomes scarier to give up control that way; the way that requires a kind of reckless abandon that only youth would allow. But….. that’s not true. Because you know, at any time, if only you’d allow it even just for a little bit, you’ll be 15 all over again. Till then, you will always be scratching at the surface..."

The only thing I want this Valentine's Day is to enjoy reckless abandonment with that someone special. Of course, it would be nice to be given that pair of shoes, that bag or that bling bling but those I can do without, for the time being :)

Let's simplify Love. Let's bring it back to the basics.

Let's be 15 once more. Let's just have fun.

Shall we?

The CC of BB

Watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button over the weekend and I can't remember the last time I cried over a movie. There was a particular scene that moved me so, and tears welled up in my eyes as I heard the words being narrated.

For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

Sniff.

Little do we know, we are stronger than we think.

We are all engineered to hold on, even when we tell ourselves we no longer have the capacity to.

To quote a cynical DT, perhaps sometimes we're simply 'suckers for pain'.

I'm gonna be a tour guide!

The Lunar New Year is over, well technically it isn't but I reckon for most of us it's back to the grind.

I have never felt so glad being home for the holidays. I guess I did not realise how much I miss those that truly matter until time was spent with them. Nevertheless, in my contentment, it was a sleepless week, which is surprising as I usually have no problems adjusting to a new environment. And as I lay awake for many nights staring at the slanted ceiling of my new lavender room, I told myself I will continue with my steadfast efforts in achieving clarity and in my strive to become a better person. As with my so-called insomnia, it ended when I was back in the island and catch up on my ZzzzZzzz I did. I was dead to the world. One of the few things I can tell anyone for sure, sleep is good when it's g-o-o-d...

Life has a silver lining when you've something to look forward to.

9 more weeks and there will be magic :)

It will be like living in a Dream.

The time will come and go ever so fleetingly but beautiful memories will be made...