I was chatting with a
friend in the train the other day and “The Love of Your Life” sentence came up.
According to her, (she read from somewhere before) that study had concluded Men
to have only ONE love of his life while women may have several. The reason to
this argument is that women *ahem* tend to love blindly (repeating the same
mistakes again) regardless of past mistakes that had failed their last
relationships. On the contrary, Men tend to wise up and be the cold blooded
animal they are which falls under the category of “I’m not walking down that
path again because that hurts like hell”. Hence, the study states that Men
would only have one “THE LOVE” in his entire lifetime. ( Hey, don’t BOOO me or
anything, I’m just reporting what I’ve heard and No, I didn’t bother doing any
external research on this case as this is MY blog and I can write whatever I
********* like).
Anyways, I was
pondering, HARD, feeling a little bit disturbed and angry at the piece of
information that has been flung at me out of nowhere. If that is true, does
this means
·The longest relationship he had in the past is
The Love?
·Although they may not be together anymore but
seriously, how can you match THAT Love?
·You’re not The Love since he once had a
thunderstorm love relationship that could move heaven and earth
previously?
·Can you move heaven and earth with him and give
THAT relationship a run for its money knowing that you MIGHT just be the second
best?
No, I don’t like that
at all. If I am going to be someone’s love, I sure as hell better be The Love
and not just some runner-ups that would never measures up! O, behold! My Pride,
My Dignity!
Initially,
I thought of buying ready-to-bake boxes but Irene and SifuJamie was so skeptical about it that I gave in
and said I will bake from scratch.
“Do you have any idea what you wanna do about the cake?” “I want a cake…. With strawberry stuffed on top!” “Ok, do you want strawberry and fresh cream in between?” “Harr… Is that hard to make?” “Nadya, why are you panicking? It’s not hard to bake a cake, and you’ve
got me! I’ve learn to bake since I was 12!” “OK, OK, so it’s not hard right? I just don’t want to end up screwing up
the whole thing and I’ve got nothing in my hands in the end of the day” “I’m gonna tell you what to do, and you do it… that way you can actually
tell him that you did it and not me” “Of course…”
Voila… (I am good at everything!) *heh*
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Confession I’m a
terrible blogger. I don’t
blog enough. I am
absolutely rubbish. Horrible. I miss
blogging.
It’s been
ages since I had launched Microsoft Words in my computer with the intention to
blog. I do regret that I had missed a chunk of 2008 without penning (in this
case, typing) out my thoughts. This would mean that that I wouldn’t be able to
reflect back what I had done in this couple of months in the near future. Yes, Yes, I should blog more. Laziness has
become me (No, I am NOT a lazy person by nature!) I have to admit though, that
blogging has kinda lost the appeal it once held for me.
I am also
thinking of going private. I’m referring to The Page. Hmmm… I’ll deal with that
later.
Anyways,
time to go… But I’ll be
backkkkkkkkk… Cross My heart and Hope to Die.
The Invite
Catching
the train to Liverpool
The
closest thing to Chilis, My lifetime favourite
Paintball
in the month of July 2008
*Smiles*
Saturday, 10 May 2008
The Pits.
Grasping in the dark I’ve ventured as far out as I possibly can Can’t see, can’t feel, nor touch Standing at the end of everything Anticipating a fresh beginning No tears, no prayers, no heartache Melancholy pervades in me And I smile, because I’m OK.
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