Thursday, November 24, 2005

Society and Our Idiosyncrasies

Read the latest entry of a friend. What she said made sense. I remember talking to Christine, Melodyee and Sandra a while back, regarding the “girls flaunting, guys staring” issue. Hahha.

Well it’s really complex. Much more than just a game of popularity. Girls in skimpy clothes. Why?

Is it a question of comfort? Doubt it. Look at how they have to hold down the front of their shirt, tug at their mini skirt while they walk. So troublesome. Yet they do it all over again when given a chance.

Guys who stare get ticked off. But hey, if u flaunt it, the least I can do is noticed it right? Then the gals say they dun do it for the men. For themselves. Can one be equally confident of her/his sexuality by not confirming to the norms?

Hmmm, does a gal need to be feminine to be successful? Similarly does a guy have to be masculine to be successful?

We say no….. But how many David Gan can the society accept? How many bearded woman do you know?

Humans. Slaves and hypocrites to our own beliefs.

Declaimer: Hey… have nothing against those sexy clothes. Keep em coming. Not complaining. I don’t mind. Winks

Naruwan! Welcome to Taiwan.

Was talking to Nick last night. Heh, kinda told him that it is impossible to totally get over someone. Might get scalped for this, but I firmly believe it’s true.

Was telling him, everyone who comes into your life takes away an indelible part of you. It’s like giving away a petal from the flower. You dun get it back and it stays with the person. What that person does with it, you pretty much have no control over. But the fact remains that you gave a part out.

Similarly, you can never get over someone. Period.

But having the memories of someone, does it change the way you love another? Will it make you love someone less? Don’t think so, the memories of a previous her doesn’t imply that the current her will be less loved.

If you ask me, it just makes you love the current her more

This is so cheesy. Taiwanese serials will be proud of me.

I’m not supposed to care but I can’t help it..

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