I remember when I was much younger, I couldn't help but sometimes wish that my own mother was like other mums-who would stay at home and accompany me so that I could live in a typical happy family. Then again as time progressed I began wishing my mum would never return home from work because I wanted my independence and privacy. But that was long ago, and honestly right now I think it's my mum's personal choice even if she wishes to quit her job now (provided she doesn't use her free time to nag at me about my pimples).
That aside, I've heard someone somewhere say before that motherhood is the oldest and most honourable profession ever. Dude, isn't motherhood is RESPONSIBILITY, not a profession? It's like, don't freaking give birth if you are not prepared to take care of the child for 18 years.
You know what I think is the oldest and most honourable profession that has ever existed? Here:
Every time a war starts, men as young as 15 years old get recruited into the army to fight to the death for their country. Every single one of them has their own aspirations and families but give up their innocent lives for the sake of the country. That aside, I have no idea how they can tolerate being constantly perved at by women whenever they wear their sexy uniforms.
Now these men work hard. Today, little boys get enrolled into the hell they call National Service after their dreaded A levels. For what? To protect everyone else's ass should a war happen. They suffer, and they are sacrificial. And if you think motherhood is noble, you haven't seen the life of a soldier.
So what has this all got to do with the title of my entry? I'm coming to the part that has to do with women.
You see, before the goddamn hell period we call our promotional exams, our class had a learning journey trip to the Army Open House. What caught my eye on that day was a little booth set up beside the road with "SAF Officers' Wives' Club", with a bunch of women cooking. Just as I was patting myself on the back for not being one of those women who think they are somebody just because they are (insert honourable profession)'s wives, I heard the other side of the story from Zhiwei, saying that well, these women are proud of their husbands, and are being supportive.
Well I guess after being in the grass and mud all day they deserve a nice little homecooked meal. Wah-I don't even have that privilege! I go home to my maid's shitty cooking after every training. But at that moment I was telling her something along the lines of "If they are such great wives why not join the army with their husbands and fight for the country together?" Her reply was that not all women are like me-willing to exert themselves physically.
So my point is this-to what extent is a woman willing to go to show that they are supportive and loving towards their husbands and families? Baking cookies and cooking meals is an easy job, and honestly, these housewives don't even do it that well-which is why most of the famous chefs in the world are men. Shameful thing to have a man beat you in something you've been doing for centuries down in history. Besides that, what do you call the Fillipino women who leave their hometowns to faraway lands to work and a maid and put up with their employers' bullshit just so that their children can have money to go to school? Are they not just as, if not more noble? How about career women, who work to relieve their husbands' financial burden? What an easy thing to conveniently overlook what these other women do, and yet people who are sitting at home taking money from their husbands are so goddamn virtuous and noble. Freaking incredible.
I'm not saying housewives are useless; the only thing I'm trying to get at is this: there's no big freaking deal about being a housewife. Those aging hippies need to stop going on and on about how good their wives are because they stay at home and cook and clean while other women who work outside are materialistic ambitious bitches. Housewives are not any better wives or mothers than career women.
And another thing. It is truly a very proud thing when you say "Oh, I'm somebody in society because my husband is a ______". Totally. Why it is such an accomplishment when a woman (who would otherwise be nothing at all) becomes a millionaire's wife? I don't think men worked so hard to have women steal that credit from them. Honestly, I don't give a rat's ass about these "_____'s wives". It is a very loserish thing, IMHO, when you have to define yourself by adding a "'s wife/'s daughter/'s mother" suffix to something otherwise prestigious. It's just wrong.
So what do I think the perfect wife is? A working tycoon who gives her husband quality time and is loyal to her husband. And works hard to look pretty. Honestly la, women should stop thinking about what to cook for dinner and spend that energy working out in the gym instead! I love the gym (: (: (: (: (:
One summer night
We ran away for a while
Laughing, we hurried beneath the sky
To an obscure place to hide
That no-one could find
And we drifted to another state of mind
And imagined I was yours and you were mine
As we lay upon the grass
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love)
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohh baby
Weak in the knees
Wrapped in the warm gentle breeze, and I,
So shy, a bundle of butterflies
Flush with the heat of desire
On a natural high
As we drifted to another place in time
And the feeling was so heady and sublime
As I lost my heart to you
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohhhhhh
Ohh, Beautiful and bittersweetly
You were fading into me
And I was gently fading into you
But the time went sailing by
Reluctantly we said goodbye
And left our secret place so far behind
And I lay in bed all night
And I was drifting
Drifting
Drifting
Drifting
And I was yours
And you were my own
My own baby
As we lay
As we
Lay underneath the stars
(Young love)
I have a confession to make: I hate surfing www.blogskins.com.
Call me fickle minded but the reason I hardly ever change my skin is because I can hardly ever find something to my liking. Some of the problems I found with the blog templates uploaded on blogskins dot com are mainly the following:
1. Too gay
(I drew it myself on MSPaint, by the way)
Firstly, so many of the blogskins are, what do I call it-too girl-oriented? There are non-6-year-old-girly-teeny- boppers who blog too, you know? Then as if the fairies, pink, tiny font and all that twit language isn't enough, you have to click different places on the screen to see your profile, blog content, tagboard etc. UGH! It is okay if there is text on the screen that says "profile" "tagboard" etc so you at least KNOW what to click to get to where, but congratulations if the navigation buttons are like, minuscule/obscure. Good luck finding someone with the patience to go and click all over her screen to be able to read your blog.
Another type of irritating blogskin is the type that proclaim "simplicity rox" or "girlz rulez" or some bullshit like that. Seriously, "girl power" is so goddamn overused and (for lack of a better word) gay. I see 17 year old girls wearing shirts that go "Friends are forever, boys are whatever!" and I so want to roll my eyes. Honestly, 17 isn't that young anymore. How about being a woman for a change? Like, actually start taking responsibility for your life and family members, stop wearing ribbons in your hair, stop acting all cute and pompous and start being nice to boys?
2. Too unreadable
I hate blogskins that have the background almost exactly the same colour as the text itself. Don't you find it irritating that you always have to either highlight the text, or increase your screen brightness in order to read the blog content? Who the F is going to read it? Personally, I hardly read blogs that have unreadable text because my monitor is in minimum brightness as I am sensitive to bright lights.
3. Too much bullshit, too little space
Now, there are people who try very hard to be all cosmopolitan and stuff and designing skins that have random people kissing, random colourful graffiti that rapes your eyes, random angmoh girls that look like they got infected with Lady Gaga's sense of style, etc. Now, that's okay, except that half these blogskins happen to have such a small area for your blog content that not only can you not embed youtube videos or put photos of a decent size, your font size has to be like a one-digit number in order for your blog to not look retarded. Usually the only solution is to cut and paste the blog text onto notepad/microsoft word before it can be readable.
Apart from that, they cram your info bar with so much bullshit, like random photos, likes, hates, wishlist, musicbox, favourites or some shit like that, as if all that info can't be inferred from reading the blog content itself.
And with that, here's an example of (what I think is) a good blogskin:
I wonder how you'd feel if one day, you realise that someone somewhere on the other side of the world is going through emotional rollercoasters because of you.
I just want a break from all these. Like, now. Maybe tomorrow will be a good idea. Maybe while I'm on the lanes thinking of various techniques to sub 12, I'll keep my mind off this shit. Temporarily.
Like someone said before: Love is selfish, because seeing someone you loved get hurt is like having a part of your flesh removed-that's why it pains you just as badly. I was just wondering what's the point of investing so much love into something, someone, rather, who probably doesn't give a shit if you migrate to the moon tomorrow. I finally understand today. There's no "point" in loving someone-you simply love for the sake of it, because it's in the nature of someone with a heart. Despite the bullshit you go through, some part of you knows that you're happy doing it.
I really wish the person can just tell me something, anything, for I'm sick of the secretiveness. I have no idea what to do from here. Heck, I had no idea what to do since a few months ago. Tell me, just tell me if I'm the barrier to your happiness. Just tell me, if keeping it to myself is worth it, if me surrendering will prevent a lot more misery I could possibly cause, just say it. I'll do it.
It stings, not because the other person wouldn't love me back, but because I cannot love anymore, but can only suppress it, keep it to myself in silence for the sake of a "greater good" which I don't wish to mention, or explain. I don't even have to basic right to love anymore.
