Chatty Lass

Emile Zola

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I love the above quote, because it corresponds directly to the way I intend and have lived my life.

I want to start strong and finish strong, but not at the expense of my dignity and integrity. Basically, I want to live out loud.

I intend to live out loud with the gifts I've been blessed with. Notice that I regarded it as gift, not talent.

Here's the snitch, your talent is a gift. Talents are gifts, not self-acquired abilities.

If you have started off life thinking that you are self-made, according all the smartness and talents to your hard work, then you have not interpreted the quote correctly. In other words, you are being foolish.



Let me break it down with illustrations.



Take William Hung. He can fork out his entire life savings on hiring the best composer, songwriter and vocal coach, but even till the donkeys flap their wings and fly, he will never be able to sing. Same goes for Jessica Simpson. Singing is just not their gifting.

On the other hand, you have Michael Jackson. He single-handedly revolutionized the music industry, wrote evergreen pop songs. His gifting was singing, and a whole lot more, but he squandered it. All was flushed down the drain the moment he wanted to be someone else, the moment he stopped loving himself for who he was. He stopped Living (his life) Out Loud. Till the day he died, he Lived Out Loud as a whole other being, existing with unacceptance of himself worn like a scarlet band across his forehead.

I do not desire to be associated with either of those categories.

Whether I am in favour of it or not, life whiles away in a bat of an eyelid. That's the hard, cold truth and the sooner we come to realisation of that, the better it will be for all of us.

Life is fragile, it should be handled with care.

Living out loud is to live up to your fullest potential, making full use of your giftings.

I am devastated, heartbroken and shattered.


Michael Jackson was one of the most versatile artiste and performer I've ever seen set foot on the face of the Earth. To lose him at such a young age, it is a tragedy.


For now, words are scarce, because I am at a loss for it.


R.I.P, MJ.

I'm blown away.

Big. Time.

Victor Wooten may very well be one of the best bassists that ever walked on the face of the Earth.

P/S: To Debra,
This *points above* is the kind of thing that makes the hairs on my hands and back stand up, goosebumps rising uninvited on my skin =).

I talk, all the time. I have my quiet times too, but my mouth is usually in an operative mode.

Somehow or other, despite of talking to a different set of people daily, I find myself reinstating my values and beliefs. There seem to be just enough room for coincidences to occur, for the topic of conversation to deviate and be diverted to a similiar explanatory answer.

That is a cruel coincidence, my friends.

Imagine a re-telling of my beliefs, reaffirming of my principles, reestablishing of what I believe in and what I do not, more than 5 times a day.

Even my hyperactive mouth is complaining of an over-exercise.

So, I came to the next best thing to do. I have decided to write a post, citing an ultimatum, a lowdown, as to what I think is not alright and why I am came to such a conclusion.

When I say something, it goes and I stick to it. I could not, for a moment, be bothered if the rest of the world gives a thumbs-up to it, if I decide it is not alright, it means it is not alright.

First question I was asked, What Is My Take On Couples Living Together Before Marriage?

I say, it is a big no-no.

Look, I know many of you do not share my standing when it comes to religion, and the last thing on Earth I would want to do is bore you to death with what you'd deem as long-winded nonsense. My reasons would be based on my rationale.

Some whom I've talked to spoke on the importance of this, to introduce a commitment to the current relationship as well as by moving in together, you'd actually know your other half better.

Now, in the first place, your whole relationship is a commitment. You start something, you are accountable to it. You already made a commitment. Moving in together is not good enough as proof.

Might I suggest that it is more for a satisfactory reason, a perfect excuse for lust to develop and will end with you two in a bed?

Do not be foolish. Love does not spell sex, neither should relationships be promoted as a free-for-all invitation.

Therefore, because I've touched on that, I will move on to the second question posed to me. Which happens to be, What Is A Relationship (in my opinion) and What Should A Relationship Be?

I kicked it off by saying that love does not spell sex and an entry into a relationship does not automatically translate into a free-for-all invitation. If I might add, I would also say that girls does not equate plaything or toys.

A relationship should never be built on the basis of lust. A successful relationship is when understanding comes that no matter how much in common there is, it is still a coming together, a merge of two distinctive separate individuals. The only time when they are one is the time they are joined by holy matrimony.

If you notice in the reading of vows, a part comes where "Forsaking others for the one I have chosen" is recited. A relationship should begin, with that inscription worn across your heart.

Feelings are a powerful force. When pleasant feelings rise, a propelling of goodwill and joy occurs. When disdain and hurtful feelings are provoked and aroused, a full-fledged and unsightly monstrosity would incur.

Thus, where instances are seen before my eyes when people are in relationships for intentions not pure, with ulterior motives, I get pissed off. I get upset. Most of the time.

I always wish for people to take a step back, not be carried away by the heat of the moment, then arrive at the rightful decision.

I have time left to address another question. I pick the Why Not Have Sex Before Marriage? question.

Ladies and gentlemen, folks, my dear Readers, just because everyone in Grey's Anatomy and Gossip Girls is sleeping with everyone, does not make the hoo-haa a valid mores to be practised.

Rounds of one-night stand, boinking a guy/gal for an elevated status in society (better grades, fame, popularity or self-gratification... Feel free to fill in the blank) is primate, animal-esque.

Max as smart as he is, he cannot reason. He does not see logic in why he has to celibate till his wedding night (Or the wrong in doing every female dog ovulating within the vicinity).

But you, YOU are granted with logic, a mind to comprehend and reason. Which is why you don't roll over when I command you to, or do it when I dangle a treat before you.

The fact that you chose to go with doing that just amplifies that not only do you not have ethics, you have no moral values.

Sure, boasting the number of your conquests into bed would be accorded to Oohs, Aahs and Wows amongst your peers. Look at it 10 years down the road, when all in your peer group are married.

The novelty wears off, buddy. You are secretly gonna wish (It'll bruise your pride and ego to admit it) that you have a someone you can come back to every night, a person who has pledged to love you till death parts both of you.

Take it from people whom I've talked to, it is worth the wait.


P/S: I dedicate this post to both my parents.

This is so darn hilarious. It sent me into convulsions, the tea I was sipping spurted out my mouth (It missed the screen by a couple of milimetres, thank goodness), but you don't need to know that. *grins sheepishly*

P/S: I am gonna hit the 'Replay' button. Right after, I gulp a mouthful of tea and let it slide securely past my esophagus first...

I haven't been pleased, where movies are concerned, till now.

My expectation was riding high as the release date for State Of Play drew near. The reviews were excellent, and I concur. This is one of the best movies I've watched in 2009.

Unlike movie He's Just Not That Into You (It was a lousy watch), State Of Play is star-studded yet each character added just enough twist to the movie, without overpowering or seeking to outdo each other. The team of actors include Ben Affleck, Helen Mirren, Jeff Daniels, Jason Bateman and Robin Wright-Penn, headed by Russell Crowe and Rachel McAdams.

A definite must-watch for conspiracy buffs (I am one myself), the centralized idea of the movie is on the thrill of investigative reporting and solving the puzzle, one piece at a time.

This political thriller shows Russell Crowe as Cal McAffrey, a gruff long-haired journalist with a lifetime of experiences. Teamed with rookie Della Frye (Rachel McAdams), they seek to unravel a killer's identity with McAffrey trying hard to maintain professionalism when discovery of certain information threaten to tarnish the image of his college buddy, Congressman Stephen Collins (Ben Affleck). It further leads to the possible shaking of the nation's power structures as well as uncovering the shrewdness of man, driven by the age-old motive, money.

This movie is packed with unexpected enigmas, fast-paced and would keep you at the edge of your seat for almost the entire running time.

The only downside to MY cinematic experience, I was in a seat next to a middle-aged couple who flashed their enthusiasm and enjoyment for the movie by the constant clacking of their tongues. How so annoying...

Rating: 4/5

"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me."

by Henry Ford, for Annie - 10th June 2009


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7years ago, we met, instantly hit off and became fast friends.

Till this day, I cannot begin to count my blessings in having you as a friend. Thanks for loving me, supporting me through it all and most importantly, bringing out the best in me.

Love you Darling, Melissa.

Acting Smart and Showing Off Theory
by Melissa Cheah

Note: This theory has been developed by the author and its copyright is reserved. It has nothing to do with any person, dead or alive. If you are by any chance affected by it, you must be highly delusional to think that the author would dedicate valuable blog space for you. But then again, who knows?

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I have something to confess, I love observing people. Over the years, I must say I got rather good, and the skills have been indispensable help to me.

Thing is, I despise the lot of people acting smart and showing off. I might seem like a petty individual, but my distaste for those nitwits actually fueled the development of this theory. In a way, I have them to thank, for being the cornerstone of my discovery. Not. *rolls eyes*

*waves hand* Let me continue.

Hence, I put my observatory niche as well as my analytical, sometimes judgemental self to good use. With the pioneering of this theory, I believe I am helping mankind (humanity, in fact) to understand the particular breed of humans better, and perhaps even have pity on their sob story. (Again, I was being sarcastic.)

I must warn you though, throughout my research period, I was emotionally drained because my level of patience was tested to the maximum and it never failed to reach its peak daily. The price I paid to write this piece. *shakes head*

Engagement and close proximity to this bunch is best avoided, this is a precautionary warning. It should not, in any circumstance, be taken lightly. However, there are some Benedict Arnolds who think too highly of themselves, even after the warning is released.

In this article, for the benefit of newfound readers, I would reprise my words of wisdom, "They are not a force to be reckoned with. They not only infuriate you, they shorten your life span. Don't go all Captain Smart Aleck and reciprocate the gesture. Be the bigger
(wo)man and call a truce, you will thank me for it later."

Before I move on to the causal links of this phenomenon, we must first identify the targeted breed.

Now, there is a clear distinction between being confident and being so full of yourself. Do not mistake arrogance for confidence. It is two very disparate elements. Then, there is also being comfortable in your own skin and flaunting what you have. The latter is the destructive (also annoying) one.

Moving on, what is the possible reason(s) for this sort of preposterous behaviour?


1. Inferiority Complex


The above is a major, is THE major contributor to this irrational behaviour.

Let us divide the theory into two parts, congregate its followers on opposite aisles and I will speak on both.


Those on the left, The Act Smart bunch.

These people thrive on praises, it is the air they breathe. They WANT to be noticed, they desire to make their existence known. (That is not an entirely bad thing, I want to be remembered too, when I am lowered into the ground and my body to become nutrients for soil. But, I do not force people to remember me by shoving my face in their faces at any time of day I encounter them.)

This bunch also love to cosy up to those higher up the food pyramid and do what they excel best in - Butt Kissery. Too much of that and they become Brown Nose. They take pride in delivering sarcastic jokes which never fails to fall flat on the ground, but they would resound in piercing laughter, much to the annoyance of everyone within a 5-metre radius.

Their impediment is they are actually not that what they seem to portray. I am not referring to them as dumb, of course. I am just saying, they are not bright. Academically, they may be excellent. On other things, it is the total opposite. The contrast is stark, like night and day.


Those on the right, The Show Off Bunch.

These people gain excitement from flaunting off what they have (or don't, to which they would divert their modus operandi to - Sourgrape), with the perception that they are a cut above the rest. They have a false view of what is nice/hot/acceptable, proceeding with the perception of oozing debonair and appeal, when the correct term is crappy.

Let's not be delusional, the only reason for their default mode to be set on showing off is because they are empty and insecure on the inside. (I have always maintained my stand in saying that blogs should not be made accessible to everyone. It is fertile ground for The Show Off Bunch to breed, and it is also an avenue to 'stardom' for them. On second thought, I think Facebook and Twitter are evil too.)

I see a group building up in between both aisles, belonging to none of the groups. This bunch has formed a merger for both Acting Smart and Showing Off, they are Complete Pain In The Rear End.

With bona fide, I would suggest for you to be en route to Bellevue. It will do wonders for your mental health. A couple of months in there, you might not actually be a threat to society, and yourself anymore.

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Author's note: This is a thesis done for the subject called 'Life'. With continual discoveries and research, additions would be inevitable. Be on a lookout for more.

*The author would like to stipulate that a theory is not a theory until it is challenged. Do leave your feedbacks at the 'Comments' column.

Joshua

Beneath your crazy exterior (which never ceases to amaze me, I have to admit) is a man who is passionate about the things of God, so faithful in serving. Throughout my years of serving with you, I can only say one thing: I am blessed, very blessed.

Thanks, thanks for being who you are.


Rachel

My beautiful girl, you have been an infallible source of encouragement to me. The love you've showered to me will be forever etched on my heart. Love you heaps.


Ruth

My little baby, and blanket grabber (You snitched the entire comforter yesterday night, I was freezing. If I did start to babble, it was because I was drifting off to La-La Land. *grins*). In so many ways, we are alike. Perhaps that is the reason of us being able to share to one another without hesitation or qualms. I love you lots. =)

P/S: I will update you, don't you worry (Even if it means calling you and raking up my phone bill) *winks*

Thanks Steven =)

First off, I despise the pug breed. I find their squashed-in face and bulging eyes undeniably disturbing. Not to mention, there is always this thing people say about dogs resembling their owners and I have found that to be true on some pug owners. *shudders*

The atrocious thing is, my dad used to find pugs cute, C. U. T. E, to the extent that he actually wanted to rear one. I will always commemorate the day the high heavens opened and saved me, when he agreed on letting me keep my gorgeous Max instead.

Right now, I should probably point out that my dad does not have a face that looks like he was running at breakneck speed and was unable to brace himself in time, thus his face and the glass had a head-on collision. Nor does he have a pair of protruding android-like peepers. He looks like Harrison Ford, the Asian version, if you ignore the receding hairline. (I am so gonna get a raise in my allowance this month. *chuckles*)

BUT, this video is incredibly cute, unbelievably adorable. It certainly does make up for the hideous facial features, I must say...

With all the soaking, self-examining and rub-a-dub-dub done, I emerge from the bathroom, clothed with a towel and shower cap.

Next, comes the ransacking of the closet. Where I am concerned, there are only three types of clothing. They are - Flatterers, Accentuaters or Downplayers (of my curves, that is).

Then, the voting to decide of which to don the lower half of my physique begins. Either, it is my black skinny jeans or my beautiful Levi's (which hugs in all the right places).

I regale pleasing both parties, trying them on religiously with various tops until I have decided, not forgetting to make sure my full length mirror obtains a snapshot of each and every mix and match.

Oh, and a spritz of perfume to brighten up my day. One spritz on the wrists, another on the collarbone and a last on my top.

Proceeding further below, my size 7 (or 38) feet. I have a sizeable collection of heels (To be honest, nine out of ten pairs are impractical to be worn on a daily basis, only suitable to be worn for a couple of hours before they start pinching my toes.). The two early preferitis would be my classic black pumps or fire-engine red stiletto heels.

With that covered, my drawers are pulled out, make-up essentials strewn all over my dressing table and the face works begin. (Psst, a moisturized face is always the best canvas.)

When all that is said is done, I would exit my room.

Not before, leaning in real close to the mirror to examine and scrutinise my make-up. More colour would be added to the lids, making sure the colour is noticeable as there is nothing worst than a disappearing act of eyeshadow.

With that, I would flutter my eyelashes within an inch of their lives and add more mascara, fingers crossed that it would successfully add prolific strands to my measly, sparse lashline.

Dusting on a little more powder, I would step further back to critique my outfit of the day.

By the time I am done playing Simon Cowell and Fashion Police all rolled into one, I steal a glance at the clock and am in for a rude awakening - I am left with a miniscule of five or ten minutes buffer time.

If I had gone full force on preparing the night before, I would be 10 to 15mins late, tops (and also if I had green lights all the way.).



I believe that I had used time wisely, worthy allocations made for each step.

With this piece written, I speak on behalf of those with XX chromosomes.

Those pretenders of the throne with XY chromosomes, THIS *points above* is what we do to make your knees weaken and you go gaga for us. Deal with it.