Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Livid

"Don't wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don't. In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that make us hold it together."
- Meredith Grey :: Losing My Mind

My boyfriend just wished his ex girlfriend (whom he’s still in touch with even though she dumped him for another guy while he was studying overseas and broke his heart) Happy Birthday on her Facebook wall and called her ‘luv’

Livid

L-I-V-I-D

Maybe more, nothing less.

I blew up at him last night when I saw that.

Instead of coddling me... instead of apologizing and telling me that he’s sorry and that it’ll never happen again, he tells me to lighten up, baby because it’s no big deal. It’s just a name, like how you call some of your friends sweetie.

*KABOOM*

Apparently, because he doesn’t know any of my ex boyfriends, it doesn’t really matter if I do what he did or not. What a bunch of fucking bullshit.

I would never do anything that would put you in an uncomfortable spot. I’m only asking for the same treatment. Is that so hard? Where the hell is your common sense?

I’m pissed. Yes. Irrational and stupid. No.

Do I even know how I want to handle it? No, but I do know something. I cannot stand the look of his face right now.

But yes, I’m wondering what the hell am I not going crazy...

Monday, October 26, 2009

The good and the bad

I'm bored at work, I will admit that. I'm reading stuff that I should be doing at my leisure time. But oh well, it's almost 5 anyways!

Anyhoo, was reading up on horoscopes and what's good and bad in each sign and this is what I found....

Scorpio (Men) - Deep, mysterious and irresistible.
The Bright Side
A little eye contact and suggestive touch, and you can live for days without nourishment.
That is pretty true... :)
Never a dull moment in bed or anywhere else.
Yeah, he's always got something interesting to share with me...
The Bad Side
Unrepentantly suspicious.
I have yet to see this part of him. Thank goodness!
All too frequent (and apparent) bouts of depression.
Yes. This is very true. He's got more bouts of depression than I've got. But I guess it's an artist/creative person thing.

Pisces (Women) - Lilting lovers of life.
The Good Side
Soft-focused lovers and nurturers who really care.
She'll find beauty in everything humanly possible.
The Bad Side
Defensive or passive-aggressive, whatever works.
Yes, whatever works.
Will stalk for details about anything remotely suspicious.
Oh yes, I've become quite the professional sleuth... not something I'm really proud of but heck, it saves me a bit of a heart and head ache many a times

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Marriage

"Not that I am incapable of love, it's just that I find love as odd as wearing shoes,"
Gregory Corso - Marriage

Friday, October 23, 2009

home alone

I'm home alone for these few days. The puppy has gone back home to get the Volvo fixed and to see his chiropractor.

It feels odd being here alone.

I know I've been living here for over 10 months but it's still not really my place, if you know what I mean.

The house is so quiet... :(

Hun... come home quick...

Monday, October 19, 2009

17 reasons I hope I'll never have to be told

Read this in the newsies today (click here for original link) and well, much as I'd like to deny, our norms and sanctity of relationships these days differ a lot from the days of our parents and grandparents.

This article made me pray - that I'll never have to hear these 17 reasons. Sexist and unconfident as I may seem to sound but after all that has happened, I have stopped having that much faith in men. I'm not judging. I'm just saying that we are all human, and as the saying goes, "To Err Is Human, To Forgive Divine"

My take is, if you have an affair (or two) you have no one else to blame but yourself - mainly because you allowed it to happen. So don't go blaming your partner or the "seducer" and all that sorta nonsense. Things happen because you allow it to.

"There is no such thing as an accident"

Master Oo Gway, Kung Fu Panda


There may be 17 reasons for indulging in an affair but they don’t count in a marriage.

A GOOD friend who has been having an affair with a married man for six years called me in despair the other day.

“I think the @#$%^*& is cheating on me,” she said.

I tried to think of a response more sympathetic than the one on the tip of my tongue: “Like, duh! What do you expect?”

But as it turned out, I wasn’t given a chance to respond immediately.

“How could he do this to me?” she continued. “I thought we had a good relationship.”

“How can an affair be considered a good relationship?” I wanted to say, but she’d already second-guessed my response.

“We’ve been together for six years now. Doesn’t that count for anything? This isn’t just a fling,” she said, in an attempt to rationalize her behavior all these years.

“What makes you think he’s cheating on you?” I said.

“I saw an e-mail he wrote to another woman.”

“How did you manage to see that?”

“I know the password to his e-mail account.”

I don’t know about you, but accessing someone’s e-mail account without their consent is a sure sign that you don’t trust that person.

“Did you confront him about it?”

“Yes. But he said I misinterpreted his playfulness.”

Then my friend asked me the one question I never want to hear when someone is having relationship problems.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Dump the #$@*%!” I wanted to say, but didn’t. Experience has taught me that couples who split up can sometimes get back together. And all the unflattering things that I might have said about the no-good, cheating, louse could come back to haunt me.

Then, just as I was telling my friend that she deserved better than having to sneak around, she gave out an almighty shriek.

“Oh, My God, he’s at my front door,” she said, sounding suddenly all excited. “I must look a real mess. Sorry, gotta run.”

Although I was brought up during a time when “good” people just didn’t have affairs, I try not to judge my friend. But I do wonder why an intelligent, vivacious woman would take this route.
Of course, as most people might be quick to point out, today’s moral and ethical landscape is vastly different from that of my childhood – when women who had affairs were often marginalized from mainstream society. But I didn’t realize how much things have really changed, until I discovered a book called When Good People Have Affairs by Mira Kirshenbaum.

Kirshenbaum writes pragmatically about the 17 reasons that people have for cheating on their spouse, whether it be a one-night stand or a long-term fling. Reasons that are not always selfish or immoral – at least, that’s her argument.

So, just to satisfy your curiosity, here are the 17 valid reasons for cheating:

> Break out into selfhood (so you can be and express yourself – painting might also help).

> Accidental (crashing into a tree is usually accidental, or breaking a glass, but never sex. Unless, of course, you get so drunk that you can’t tell the difference between your partner and your next-door neighbor).

> Sexual panic (to prove that you are still sexually capable – as if you can’t prove that with your partner).

> Let’s kill this relationship (and see if it comes back to life).

> Mid-marriage crisis (will add sparkle to a stale or problematic marriage).

> Trading up (when you’ve “moved on” but your spouse hasn’t – note: spouses should not be upgraded like cars or houses).

> Heating up your marriage (the fear of being found out will add more spice to your marriage).

> I just needed to indulge myself (shades of Bill Clinton).

> Ejector seat (either your spouse will kick you out or your lover will give you the courage to quit).

> See if (see if what you’ve been missing in your marriage can be found elsewhere).

> Distraction (will make you forget life’s difficulties – a game of Monopoly or a glass of wine might also do the trick).

> Surrogate therapy (will help you overcome feelings of inadequacy, frustration, etc – a shrink might also help).

> Do I still have it? (sounds like sexual panic).

> Having an experience I missed out on (there’s always bungee jumping, or origami, or trekking in Nepal to consider).

> Revenge (creepy).

> Midlife crisis (sounds like sexual panic again).

> Unmet needs (what happened to unmet commitments?).

My advice to anyone contemplating an affair?

Either you’re married or you’re not. There’s nothing in between.

Friday, October 16, 2009

intoxication

in⋅tox⋅i⋅ca⋅tion   /ɪnˌtɒk sɪˈkeɪ ʃən/
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noun
1. inebriation; drunkenness
2. an act or instance of intoxicating
3. overpowering exhiliration or excitement of the mind or emotions
4. Pathology poisoning

Being in love is intoxicating. It really is. You lose all your senses. Excitement is everywhere. Feelings leave you elated beyond self control. Drugged out of your mind.

It's like you've had 10 shots of vodka when you haven't even touched alcohol. It's like you just had a joint when you haven't even lit anything. It's like dancing for hours on end on the dancefloor when you haven't even put on your dancing shoes.

But it makes me wonder.

If you're already intoxicated, and you add a hallucinogen, how does that mess with your mind?

Would the double dose of it help?
Would it confuse you?
Would you know what is real and what isn't?
Would you be feeling stimulants from the intoxication of feelings or intoxication of the hallucinogen?

There will be no such thing as sobriety any more, now would it.

So when you stop the hallucinogen, and you're only intoxicated, how long till you wake up and realize that you were only hallucinating?

How would you really know?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Never again...

I dreamt of Andy the other day. It surprised me. The dream evoked some dormant feelings that I have yet to confront and truthfully, I don't think I want to. It may seem cowardly and that I am in denial - which I am, but part of me argues that it is in the past and there's no need to bring it up again.

What he has done to me has left a gaping wound. It has made me wary of trusting another partner or person so much that I was floating around from relationship to relationship in the years we were fighting and apart.

I know I have no one else to blame for this but myself - because I let him do it to me. I let myself feel bitter and not confront my feelings about this when I know I clearly should.

But I still won't do it.

Why?

I am not sure what I want from this. Sometimes are best left unsaid. I don't need Pandora's box open. Besides, I don't think whatever that results from this will be that all positive.

So Andy, if you ever read this, these are the reasons why I would not want to. Never again...

1. Fukuko and Yukiko Suzuki - enough said. If there are already two women that you hid and never told me about and yet I was able to find out, I can't even begin to imagine how many more are there that I don't know of. Plus I asked you repeatedly about Fukuko and you constantly denied it and called me paranoid.

Let's not forget that little Emily Bremmer thing you had in the early stages of moving to Colorado. Don't think I never found out.

2. Double standards - you can do it but I can't? And you expect me to forgive you just for that just because I, too have done it before? Rules cannot be set like that and broken. You cannot tell someone not to do this and do it yourself. You have to live with your own guilt. I can't help you with that. If you feels like crap, well trust me, I know how it feels like. But you'll probably have it worse. At least I had the guts to step up and admit it. You were my role model and yet you couldn't bring yourself to do the right thing but always wanted me to. I know it was for my own good. But, seriously.

3. Phone calls - How do you expect me to be with you when you barely picked up of my calls? Your damned paranoia about random ppl calling you up to sucker you into things is just an excuse - and you know that. It's not like you don't know I'll be calling on your birthday, Christmas Day,Valentine's and New Year's Day because I have been doing that for the umpteen years that we were together.

Plus, out of the seven years, you've have only called me ONCE. Wow.

4. My birthday - I remember you specifically saying that it wasn't a matter of forgetting but more of never remembering it in the first place. 8 years, Andy... 8 years... you'd think that somehow or rather you could at least have the initiative to remember it once. You never did care about dates even though you know that I cared - the worst part of it was hearing you say that "It's not so much of forgetting, it's more of never bothering to remember in the first place."

You knew how much it bugged me. You knew how much it meant to me. But, you never bothered... AT ALL.

I knew how much you didn't really care, so I didn't bother you too much about it.

I mean, seriously.

5. Anniversaries - I need not repeat myself after all that birthday crap.

6. What difference does it make? - Let me tell you what difference it makes. Towards the end you really didn't care about me anymore, in fact you ignored me and asked me that questions since we barely spoke online.

I hate to say this but this is what I'm going to ask you now, Andy - What difference does it make?

7. Support - you knew how attached I was to my bunny and yet when my bunny died you didn't even bother to offer me any solace or support.

I was changing jobs and moving to a different state for it and you didn't bother to find out and then lashed out saying that I didn't tell you, which I did. You just never noticed.

8. Sincerity - You could have done a lot of things differently to show it but you didn't. It irked the crap outta me when you had a chance to meet up with my best friend but made no real initiative. Instead you flaked on her.

Plus, if you really wanted to be together, you would've come to visit me after you finished school and before moving back to your parents home. But you didn't.

Then you could have gotten a job transfer to Australia while I was still in school. But you didn't.

Instead you only visited me because you had a 3-day layover in Malaysia. If it weren't for that layover, I don't think you would've even came here at all.

9. A real relationship - we live on opposite sides of the globe. While a long distance webcamming relationship worked when we were in school... we're both adults now... continuing a long distance webcamming relationship is just plain sad. I want a real relationship.

10. Interest - You knows less about my family than I know about your family... and there's only ONE person in my family. I know your parents and sister's full names. You don't even know my parents names. I don't think you even knows what my mom's first name is, let alone my dad's.

11. Commitment - You gives me no sense of commitment or security. Andy, you say you want to be with me but you don't want to commit. Don't go telling me your Ferrari dealership story because at least other people are offering me a Ferrari, whether or not they're really giving it to me is one thing but at least they're offering it to me. They're also showing it to me, asking me what color I want it in, letting me customize, touch, sit it and drive it. You on the other hand, are going to Ferrari dealerships telling them you want to buy a Ferrari but refuse to put a down payment or pay instalments for it. Things don't work that way.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Dead Duck

Got this in an email and I found it hilarious!
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgery. As she lay her pet on the table, the Vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, Cuddles has passed away." The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? "Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied. "How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean, you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in acoma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the Vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a beautiful cat.
The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird. The cat satback on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room. The Vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!", she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead?!!"
The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been only $20, but what with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan ...."

Sunday, October 4, 2009

I'm losing it...

Yes, I'm losing the need to want to hang out with my friends. I'm losing the will to go all out to have fun.

Why?

I'm TOO damned comfortable where I am right now... that's why

So sue me why don't you