Saturday, November 10, 2007
I am an abominable letter-opener.
I'll tell you what's abominable. The fact that romance novels inevitably include certain, err, scenes. Those few (really unneeded) pages of scenes could've been replaced with a simple "They made love. (Chloe's random comment: I have this image of a couple kissing popping into my head. It was a very chaste kiss, mind you! Little hearts were formed with each kiss and floated all over the room.) They enjoyed themselves." That would've sufficed, but noooooo, romance authors feel the need (no pun intended) to describe both the male and female anatomies. Righto. The worst thing is that, between breathy moans and whatnot, the author decides to drop in important bits of information, leaving me a bit lost whenever I skip those scenes. Save the earth and get on with the story already! It's almost as if romance novelists went for courses and lesson number one would be "When Inspiration refuses to grace its beautiful self, describe lurrrve scenes." So all of a sudden, the main characters would get horny. Argh.
I have no idea why I'm blogging about the birds and the bees.
I just remembered something funny:
While playing Maple, some 1000 years ago,
"Why are the horny mushrooms spawning so fast?"
"Because they're horny."
Haha. Haha. Haha.
This is not good for my chaste and innocent mind.
Haha.
Moving on to a more sombre topic, just the other day, when I was having a lovely chat with Selena, she suddenly said, "Why can't we just be ourselves and not care about what others think of us?". (That was one long sentance with a hell lot of commas)
We concluded that no matter how much we'd like that, it wouldn't occur. No one wants to be judged but everyone judges everyone. That's the irony of it all. It'll be easy to say "that's just life". But it's not, it's not "just life". It's how much one cherishes oneself. If you mildly dislike someone yet you still are polite with that special someone, people call you fake. It's just not right. Do you expect one to go around pointing The Finger to everyone from the cleaning auntie who refuses to top up toilet paper to your act-cute-wide-eyed-high-pitched-tairing cousin? It's just not right. Being is tricky. Just being is tricky. It's tricky enough without people judging you so harshly. Cut everyone some slack, people. Everyone has opinions, what distinguishes a bitch from a saint, in our society most of the time, is whether that person has the guts to voice that opinion. It's just not right.
"One shouldn't care about what others think about us, because, 95% of the time, they are thinking about what others think of them."
I beg to differ.
PS: No one's been judging me. Recently. So no, this isn't a personal attack, you gossip mongers. Wags fingers.
you're my pumpkin pie
9:57 PM