I haven't been really writing for some time already.
In some way, despite my initial (still prominent) detest for Facebook, it managed to worm its' way into me.
Bear in mind though, I am rather occupied with the aforementioned social networking site only because of long lost communication and catching up with mates. Apart from that, it is a far cry from being user-friendly.
I shall try to write something soon. Perhaps in a day or two.
Aromatherapy candles, an engaging read and splish-sploshing around the tub. Very... common. (Which brings to my memory, I haven't been doing that for ages. Must book myself a room and do that.)
Men, we women like that. Don't ask why, we just like it. Capiche?
An unexpected downpour and I am strutting through the rain, undaunted. No scrambling and squealing, no umbrellas.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
I strutted with poise, carefully treading, so that I wouldn't slip and land on my bum.
I may get a flu and fever tomorrow, but while I was at it, I loved every second of it. (Note to self: Stock up on vitamins tonight.)
As my class ended, I was plastering an elephantine grin (my mouth actually ached) and smiling till my (already small) eyes look like slits on the drive back.
Welcome back, my darling holidays. I have missed you. Still cute as a button. We shall catch up soon enough, over ample pillow talk sessions.
Before I head off and savour my holidays (four fantastic days!), leave you with something to laugh about.
PP/S: "Colin Alfie, you are most definitely a keeper.
You pulled me out of the depth of the abyss, drawing me deeper and deeper into your sacred craziness. You are an exquisite creature, one of a kind across this decaying land.
Along with the man of my life, the one who is the very reason for this thump-thump of mine to resound against the perfectly arched fortress, we shall live in eternal happily ever after."
I have not been writing something substantial for more than a week.
This time around, the bout of emotional ardour hit hard. I have not fully recover. My emotional state is a hodgepodge of feelings meshed together, some more than the others.
I am not ready to share just yet.
I need to gather my thoughts, regain my composure and pick up my feet once again; to freefall into the unknown, to venture out into the open and smell the roses.
Anyway, I am going to raise positivity up a level, pop the smiling mode in overdrive and write.
I recently checked and I am sashaying into the second phase of my life. Well, almost.
Life whiles away far too quickly. Our days have been numbered. Since the beginning of time, from the very moment the hot prince of air kisses our lips.
I disliked the idea very much when I was younger. I despised the idea of death, an ending from this world to a beginning in eternity.
The two things that I hated most was to visit someone in a hospital or to attend a funeral.
It was not because I did not care for the person. I just loathed the aura, the vibe the hospital releases. It was far from pleasant, it was horrible.
In the case of funerals or wakes, I would tear up and sniffle at Amazing Grace (which is a top hit for the event, mind you).
All that changed not too long ago, a year ago to be exact. I had to 'fess up to reality.
Now, since I am still not fond of talking about it in person, I am putting it in writing.
One day (that day will come, the uncertainty is on the when) I will be pushing up daisies. It's inevitable.
When that day comes, forget the achievements, accolades (if any). Strike that out from your eulogy speech.
Make it raw yet delicate, tell others of who I was to you. A side of me shown to you, a facet of my personality you have managed to catch a glimpse of that others may not have the opportunity of. Random (sometimes doofus-y) acts which made you laugh, stuff that make you go, "That is so like Melissa", all that.
This post may be riding on a solemn, depressing (to some) tone.
My take on it most imperative is: In every end, there is a beginning.
However, do not let it have a beginning only when it has reached an end. That would be tragic, on top of heart-breaking.
They refer to all things happening in their lives (good or bad, particularly when the bad reigns and good is subdued) to karma.
I checked out the definition of karma, in order to correctly write and address this post.
Fate or destiny
The good or bad emanations felt, to be generated by someone or something
Friends (and followers of Chatty Lass, if you remember), I do not believe in fate, destiny or luck. No such thing.
It is an excuse made; a sugarcoated, catchall excuse thrown out for the happenings amidst us.
Which is why, I do not believe in karma as well.
I am sick and tired of hearing laments.
It makes my stomach churn with disgust when I read of it, especially if it is from the same group of people, over and over again.
The government has done enough in the area of censorship, I am most definitely not gonna add to it.
It is a (somewhat) still free country, it is their choice and freedom to voice out whatever they are feeling.
However, if they see opportunity in everything and it triggers them to relate their sob story like clockwork, you've got to wonder if that bunch are alright in the head.
I, for one, would love to peer into their hearts instead. I can foresee a heart dark as soot, smudged with bitterness and coated with anger.
They could go on and on for months - relating incident after incident, from the beginning till the end of time - of how they had been mistreated, manipulated, used.
They would then cite karma as the best solution to their predicament, how they hope the ninny who had 'sinned' against them receive identical (if not worse) treatment someday.
I've got two words for you. Grow. Up.
You are certainly not the first person to have gone through it, you will also most definitely not be the last.
Why waste your breath and time harbouring such nonsense?
Share with you something.
I have been through that lonely, dark tunnel. The worst hours of my life. I sat in a corner, curled myself up in a foetal position and cried for hours.
That happened so many times, until one day. It was not too long ago actually.
My sleeves were soaked with tears, balled up tissues with snot pilling up in my bin.
I wiped away the remaining pearls, peered into the mirror to check for signs of bulging goldfish-like eyes (they were a tad bit swollen) and said,
"No more. No matter what happens, I am going to be resilient, and I am going to wish that person good. He/she is not going to affect me. Life is too short to hold grudges against. I only have one life, one shot. I am going to make it count."
I shared this quote here, I think it's fitting just right now for repetition.
"It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart".
Anne Frank - July 15, 1944
Loving life and believing in the good just because, M.
P/S: Huge THANKS to awesome, talented budding photographer (plus editing), Debra. I love you stax.
PP/S: Next time, I am gonna swab on loads of insect repellent. The mosquitos there must have had a jolly good time sucking my blood and leaving their mark on me.
Thanks Deline. (I am gonna be found laughing, all the way into La-La Land.)
Interviewer: So, when you're feeling naughty, what do you wear?
Ris Low: If I'm fheeling noh-tee, then I'll wear something rahd and lhoud. Something you know (WATCH the hand gestures and expression on her face, it's priceless) boomssss.
She even had to pause before she stammeringly blurted out the course she is pursuing.
