*Just my two cents, I seriously think this poster sucks
Okay so a few days back, a friend told me that she thinks her character match was Samantha Jones and she asked me who was mine. But since I know I’m like no other (haha), I couldn’t identify myself with any of them. Freeze, on second thoughts, I think I have a dash of qualities of Carrie and Miranda in me (when they have finally matured!). Meaning I can be cynical yet emotionally-inclined at times. I am logical, I tend to justify everything, yet when it’s time to let my feelings go - I let it flow like there’s no tomorrow (haha). Telling my heart to act unsympathetic towards my thoughts. It happens, you know, those times when your mind overpowers your emotions and tells you HOW you should feel - to feel numb. And what do you know? It works for me. It’s the mind power. When you’ve trained it for years to work that way, sometimes it’s uncontrollable.
Just to prove that I was right about my guess, I took a few quizzes. 
Dig this: Nobody really knows me better than myself, but you see, I am no mystery (really now?). You get what you see, just a blueprint of labyrinth on my face. haha.
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Blame it on the bad weather, now I’m in the mood for some theatrical musings…
Sorting through my music and film collections, I’ve found out that my taste in a lot of things concerning music and films often do clash. I doubt if you would see the iconic RnB balladeer Joe and Metallica’s James Hetfield hanging out at the same party except at the Grammy’s. Well, but my books are different…most of them are under philosophical category, hence metaphorical in nature. Unlike most of my friends in elementary and high school, I’ve never been inclined to reading Sweet Valley although I admit, I have finished Bantam classics romance novels when I used to sit along with the girls during recess (my favorite subject!). But I didn’t frequent the library and queue up to borrow these mushy stuff, I only read books that are given to me even if it doesn’t interest me. I leaf through it mainly because I’d like to know what made them think of me when they bought it. Haha!
Here are a few examples of books given to me that I would never forget:
- Is He Mr. Right? - Mira Kirshenbaum
- The Princessa: Machiavelli for Women
- The Bridge Across Forever - Richard Bach
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Today is my turn to say the words… “I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO CONFUSED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!”
I knew this is going to happen just when you thought you’ve had it all figured out. Well, it’s not just some manic setback that suddenly arises, it’s been there all along… I just thought I could be spared from it and it’s hard to accept, that my presumption turned out wrong. Just this one time, I am wishing to be freed from sacrificing my own happiness for other people’s sake. I mean, it’s not like what would be best for my loved ones won’t make me happy, but for me to be able to fully give it to them means that I would have to give up what I want. It means that I would have to wait for my dreams to be realized. Sitting right here, bursting with ideas that cannot materialize, trying to keep the passion alive and waiting to strike at the right moment, is simply tormenting me! What a torture, I say!
I feel like a pet dog on a leash, watching a bone being thrown overhead, forever anticipating to take a chance to catch it before it hits the ground then you take your position and rush towards it, but just a few inches before having your bite marks on the bone – something tugs at your neck, chokes you up and drags you back to your cage. I’m not sure how a real dog would feel about losing a bone to other rabid mutts, but it must feel this way…it must feel utterly dejected.
Then the person who takes hold of it would pat the dog on the head and ruffle its fur and say, “Don’t worry boy, we got you a better meal at home…just wait ‘til we get there.” But if that dog could talk, can I guess what it would say?! “F***! No! Who told you I want meaty pedigree food? I want that bone that everybody wants and I want it NOWWWWW!!!!”
But…being the ever obedient and loyal pet, it wouldn’t bite off its owner’s arm unless it has already gone mad.
I have had a lot of experience taking care of pets; I only let them go when I know they could already take care of themselves and when I’m confident that they can find their way back home. There have also been a few times when I grieve for the lost of some because I made the mistake of letting them go when I felt they needed their freedom.
I’ve never been a dog and I doubt if I’d be reincarnated into one so I can’t speak for them, but I’ve been a pet owner…and having a pet that’s close to your heart feels like having a child, if you know what I mean (and not that I’m saying I’ve been a mother.lol!:P trying to cheer myself up!)
So which side I should understand better is pretty clear, as you can see, although I still feel it’s time and I am ready to go on my own now yet how do I reason it out?
Argh, I’m trying so hard not to acquire the irrationality of a dog and to remind myself that I am human and that I should know better!
Hmm yeah, why should I be confused really? I am acting as if I’m not capable of doing loads of things at the same time. 
This is actually what I like about ranting and blogging, after pouring all my sentiments out…I find a solution to my problem. But no, it’s not an easy task…I am still required to sacrifice something that means a lot to me. I just hope I am the only one who would suffer. I can take it, mind you, just as long as I don’t see anyone hurt or my heart would break. Have I not told you that playing a martyr is one of my hidden talents? I rarely use it, but it comes in handy when extremely needed.
Note: Martyrdom is fatal to remorseful ones. There, I have at least one thing to be thankful for – that I am not the type to sulk in regrets. *smile Sarj, good things are bound to happen in the end*
*this was two days overdue.
