Wednesday, November 28, 2007
{ 5:57 PM }
If you've never had your heart broken, good for you. But if you have, especially for the very first time, congratulations.
At this point in time, every piece of advice sounds cliche, every small detail turns into a reminder, every daily routine turns mundane and every lonely moment of quietness sparks a memory churn. This may be one of the the most difficult times you'll ever experience, this first heart break, but look forward to the beacon at the end of the tunnel. Take comfort in your friends and family. Take comfort in yourself. Look inside you for the stronger side of you, dig deep in search of self-worth.
Most importantly, breathe deep to calm the tears. We're worth so much more than we sometimes give ourselves credit for. Don't let anyone string you along as PART of his/her life plan. YOU should be the life plan.
If you've just experienced your first real heart ache, congratulations. Now, you can handle anything and everything that charges your way.
If you've never had your heart broken, good for you. But if you have, especially for the very first time, congratulations.At this point in time, every piece of advice sounds cliche, every small detail turns into a reminder, every daily routine turns mundane and every lonely moment of quietness sparks a memory churn. This may be one of the the most difficult times you'll ever experience, this first heart break, but look forward to the beacon at the end of the tunnel. Take comfort in your friends and family. Take comfort in yourself. Look inside you for the stronger side of you, dig deep in search of self-worth.
Most importantly, breathe deep to calm the tears. We're worth so much more than we sometimes give ourselves credit for. Don't let anyone string you along as PART of his/her life plan. YOU should be the life plan.
If you've just experienced your first real heart ache, congratulations. Now, you can handle anything and everything that charges your way.
Monday, November 26, 2007
{ 4:47 PM }
"Have you ever been cheated on?"
If you're an avid questionnaire-er/surveryer, you'd come across this question often enough.
My answer, most of the time... define cheat.
The fact is that there are so many phases and so many different ideas of what constitutes a cheating partner. Why is it so easy to listen to a scenario and be quick to decide that yes, that person is cheating on his/her partner but so difficult to draw the boundary in words.
I've made mistakes, and I won't be the last to admit that. But I notice myself always drawing up defences for myself, edging that boundary further to accommodate myself. Maybe I'm just being hypocritical, maybe I'm not as good as dealing with matters of the heart as well as I profess people to do. Maybe this is, sometimes I feel, not for me.
I don't know the point of this post, I've been like that recently, rambling so much and so far that I lose track of the point I intend to make.
Moral of the story: DO NOT CHEAT (said loosely).
"Have you ever been cheated on?"
If you're an avid questionnaire-er/surveryer, you'd come across this question often enough.
My answer, most of the time... define cheat.
The fact is that there are so many phases and so many different ideas of what constitutes a cheating partner. Why is it so easy to listen to a scenario and be quick to decide that yes, that person is cheating on his/her partner but so difficult to draw the boundary in words.
I've made mistakes, and I won't be the last to admit that. But I notice myself always drawing up defences for myself, edging that boundary further to accommodate myself. Maybe I'm just being hypocritical, maybe I'm not as good as dealing with matters of the heart as well as I profess people to do. Maybe this is, sometimes I feel, not for me.
I don't know the point of this post, I've been like that recently, rambling so much and so far that I lose track of the point I intend to make.
Moral of the story: DO NOT CHEAT (said loosely).
Monday, November 19, 2007
{ 4:43 PM }
So much exposure, so many choices, so many options. Now that we're thrown out there to fend for ourselves, to protect us from what's wrong for us and to make wise decisions concerning what's right, how do we make the right decisions?
Or do we even make a decision by choosing instead to flit and be stuck somewhere in the middle? Why do we not settle for one thing and live with it?
Interestingly enough, nothing in the above concerns me. So, don't start wandering off course.
Fickle, fickle, fickle.
While we're on the topic of choices, one industry that has clearly failed miserably to provide consumer choices is the telecommunication branch.
I went phone hunting today and was so disappointed at the mobile phone choices available. This was the one time I wanted to leave a shop without purchasing anything. But I needed a line, so I took what I thought was the best option available, for me.
So now I am the (almost) proud owner of the Nokia n81. I will personalise it like no man's business, THEN love it.
So much exposure, so many choices, so many options. Now that we're thrown out there to fend for ourselves, to protect us from what's wrong for us and to make wise decisions concerning what's right, how do we make the right decisions?
Or do we even make a decision by choosing instead to flit and be stuck somewhere in the middle? Why do we not settle for one thing and live with it?
Interestingly enough, nothing in the above concerns me. So, don't start wandering off course.
Fickle, fickle, fickle.
While we're on the topic of choices, one industry that has clearly failed miserably to provide consumer choices is the telecommunication branch.
I went phone hunting today and was so disappointed at the mobile phone choices available. This was the one time I wanted to leave a shop without purchasing anything. But I needed a line, so I took what I thought was the best option available, for me.
So now I am the (almost) proud owner of the Nokia n81. I will personalise it like no man's business, THEN love it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
{ 3:55 PM }
For the past two weeks I've been consumed in a whirlwind of events and planning and tryouts and readings.
Just when I thought I could take a moment to relax and breathe, I realise, that I have a presentation due next week.
Besides that, it's the middle of November. I've been away from two months now. I miss home, I wonder if it misses me.
A month and a half to go till the end of 2007, I always get this sense of urgency, this panicked fear when the end of the year comes. All sorts of things just start juggling up in my head, it's frightening how I'll be another year older. And 2008 promises to be a life changing year with my graduation (fingers crossed) creeping in and the whole mambo jumbo about transitioning into contributing to society's work force.
*shudders*
I'm trying something new, sleeping early.. by 12. It's 12.01 now.
This was just a random note to express my sense of relief that last week was over and to welcome the new hectic (as I've just found out) week before me.
Let out a BIG sigh, then smile.
For the past two weeks I've been consumed in a whirlwind of events and planning and tryouts and readings.
Just when I thought I could take a moment to relax and breathe, I realise, that I have a presentation due next week.
Besides that, it's the middle of November. I've been away from two months now. I miss home, I wonder if it misses me.
A month and a half to go till the end of 2007, I always get this sense of urgency, this panicked fear when the end of the year comes. All sorts of things just start juggling up in my head, it's frightening how I'll be another year older. And 2008 promises to be a life changing year with my graduation (fingers crossed) creeping in and the whole mambo jumbo about transitioning into contributing to society's work force.
*shudders*
I'm trying something new, sleeping early.. by 12. It's 12.01 now.
This was just a random note to express my sense of relief that last week was over and to welcome the new hectic (as I've just found out) week before me.
Let out a BIG sigh, then smile.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
{ 2:57 AM }
"Chantelle, let's go, mummy's running late."
A woman in her late twenties, with tight corkscrewed curls and heels that I've secretly stared at for ages, was persistently calling out to her, what seemed like, 3 year old. The little blonde angel was at the make up section, plopped comfortably on the cold tiled floor, playing with on sale blushers and eye shadows, left in a box within her reach.
10minutes into calling out for her child to come to her without any success, her mummy walked over to lead her away from her new found toys. The irony of it all was that her mummy, too became engrossed in Rimmel London's on sale blushers and eye shadows. From the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a handful of the remains in the box and gently took the hands of her little girl and headed to the counter.
Now that's what I call influence. I couldn't help but smile to myself.
"Chantelle, let's go, mummy's running late."
A woman in her late twenties, with tight corkscrewed curls and heels that I've secretly stared at for ages, was persistently calling out to her, what seemed like, 3 year old. The little blonde angel was at the make up section, plopped comfortably on the cold tiled floor, playing with on sale blushers and eye shadows, left in a box within her reach.
10minutes into calling out for her child to come to her without any success, her mummy walked over to lead her away from her new found toys. The irony of it all was that her mummy, too became engrossed in Rimmel London's on sale blushers and eye shadows. From the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a handful of the remains in the box and gently took the hands of her little girl and headed to the counter.
Now that's what I call influence. I couldn't help but smile to myself.