Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sweats, make up, messy bun and sneakers.
Having to go out with make up, dresses, and flowery heels/boots/pumps/wedges is all part of being a girl. Whoever goes 'round telling everyone that they would rather see a girl with no make up, in sweats and sneakers and a messy bun instead of layers of cakey make up, dresses and their hair let down are all a bunch of fools.Would you really rather see some girls/ women without make up?
Look at the pictures. Self explanatory.
Self explanatory. Tell me would you rather the girls on the left or the right?
Photos taken from google.
Another point to note: Girls are bloody insecure.
We use make up to cover our flaws and insecurities. Be it a scar, be it a pimple, be it a birth mark. We use the thick layers of make up just to hide these flaws.
But do you really think we do it just for ourselves?
Sure, maybe the make up makes us confident.
But do you really think we show them to ourselves or for the people who look at us? Do you really think we can see ourselves?
At times, it may just be for us to flaunt ourselves and feel good.
But in the end, who are the ones that really takes a look at us?
Apart from our same sex foes, who do we really want to impress? Men.
Be it attached or single.
If we were single, why do we dress up? To attract men.
If we were attached, why do we dress up? To let our man be attracted to us all over again.
The things we do for men. Sigh.
Look at the pictures. Self explanatory.
Self explanatory. Tell me would you rather the girls on the left or the right?
Photos taken from google.
Another point to note: Girls are bloody insecure.
We use make up to cover our flaws and insecurities. Be it a scar, be it a pimple, be it a birth mark. We use the thick layers of make up just to hide these flaws.
But do you really think we do it just for ourselves?
Sure, maybe the make up makes us confident.
But do you really think we show them to ourselves or for the people who look at us? Do you really think we can see ourselves?
At times, it may just be for us to flaunt ourselves and feel good.
But in the end, who are the ones that really takes a look at us?
Apart from our same sex foes, who do we really want to impress? Men.
Be it attached or single.
If we were single, why do we dress up? To attract men.
If we were attached, why do we dress up? To let our man be attracted to us all over again.
The things we do for men. Sigh.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Tired.
Sick and tired.
Tired of this pretentious game we all play.
Tired of this horrendous scenes we all are in.
Tired of this act we all participate it.
Tired of this drama we all go through.
Simply put, life.
Tired.
Sick and tired.
Tired of this pretentious game we all play.
Tired of this horrendous scenes we all are in.
Tired of this act we all participate it.
Tired of this drama we all go through.
Simply put, life.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Women.
Been considering for a long time, some people need people to depend on. Is it really that bad to work the unholy ways in the red light districts? Due to complications, forced in to such jobs. Is it really their fault to wear such skimpy clothes? When they wake up at about 4 in the afternoon, opening up their closets to their many branded goods, their shiny, luminous and attention-seeking garments.. When they put on their make up, making it extra thick to make them look exceptionally good... When it comes to accessorising, taking up the many blings given by past clients.
Is it really their fault?
Some are pretty pitiful, coming from broken homes who aren't earning enough to feed the table. Why do they get judged then? For being sexual workers. Getting labelled as "cheap", "despicable", "unworthy" and even "people who don't even have enough self-love". Why?
Why should we blame them when really, they are all still humans. They still have a basic desire of wanting to work and get the money. Do you really think that if they had the money, they would still work at these "despicable" red light districts? Would they still work this same "cheap" jobs, given the intelligence? Do you really think they don't have enough "self love"? Do you really think they want to be labelled as "unworthy"?
We are all still humans and that gives us no right to look down upon them. We all have our "lack of self-love", "unworthy","cheap, "despicable" moments. Why then, why blame them? When they still have this basic desire of feeling "worthy", just like you, and me?
Blame the men.
Blame the men who makes them feel loved. Blame the men who makes them feel "worthy", "not despicable", "not cheap". Blame the men who keeps their hopes high and gives them promises that they will come back soon. Blame them. Blame the men who spoils them and gives them all they want and all the jewellery, making them feel like if they continue working as such, they will get these beautiful diamonds and rubies and sapphires. Blame the men who gives them Chanel, MAC, Gucci, Prada.
Blame the men who frequents them.
Why do they get blamed for men who goes to them? Sure, the females may seem desperate and clingy and wanting to get the men and all. But in the end, who's paying? Who's the sluttish one in the end?
Who is at the receiving end? The men. They get the women, they get sex. What is a couple of hundreds to them?
Most of them even have wives waiting for them back at home, thinking they are at work. Or some, the wives already know. Yet they have nothing to say and/or do. Because most of them have families and kids which they really think it's not worth the separation for. Hoping they will stop their gallivanting ways.
That's the other kind of women who need help, the ones who are stuck and pressured with men whom they are lawfully wedded to. They'd love to separate. But due to complications, be it children, be it money. They can't. Or they don't want to.
Alcoholic. Abusive. Gamblers. Cheaters. Bitches.
Men who come back home drunk, lie down on couches and sleep till dawn. What do women do? We clean your vomit. We make sure you get a proper sleep. We unbutton your shirts to make you feel less hot. We put wet towels on your foreheads to cool yourself down. We make sure you feel comfortable. We put a blanket over you, in case you'd feel chilly at night. Then you guys just go in to a deep sleep, not even remembering the kindness of your wives.
Men whom have temperamental issues. What do women do? We get beaten up. We submit to you. We listen. We oblige. We understand. We bleed. We bruise. We can't do anything about it. We hope the children don't hear our cries and screams. We hope the children do not know anything. Then you guys just go to sleep, not caring about us.
Men who come back home after squandering all the money. What do women do? We scold you, definitely. But we also remind you to never gamble again. We are concerned. We hope you don't do it again. We try to understand. We help with the money and funds, just ask, and we would give. We help. Then you guys blame us, for being a nag.
Men who come back home with lipstick stains and perfume of another women lingering around. What do women do? We cry. We feel helpless about it. We get heartbroken. We would think you guys are unfaithful. We don't know what to do about the relationship. We think of ways to salvage the relationship. But we know we can't. We're just not of any more entertainment, not of any more fun. We coup ourselves up in rooms and cry. Secretly hoping you'd hear the cries and ask what's wrong. Yet at the same time, not knowing whether we should forgive. We try to sneak in to your phones to see if there's been any messages sent out that are of some clue. Then you guys accuse us, for intruding privacy.
Who is at the receiving end? Men.
Men drink, men sleep.
Men abuses, men ignorant.
Men gambles, men blames.
Men cheats, men accuses
I blame men. Stereotypical, I know. Not all men are like that, but probably, the only reason why us women still put up with your nonsensical selves is because we love you. Or maybe, we love the kids.
I believe it is redundant that this is a patriarchal society. Women are the wilful, strong and independent ones. Society has obviously made a wrong judgement. This should rightfully be a matriarchal society. Where we count on ourselves and we don't need a man.
As the saying goes:
"Behind every successful men, is a woman,
Behind every successful women, is herself."
Who says women are the dependent ones? Men are the dependent ones.
Now tell me, am I the one being judgemental or is society judgemental? Saying that women are dependent, and men are independent. Really. Tell me. How does it work that way?
Is it really their fault?
Some are pretty pitiful, coming from broken homes who aren't earning enough to feed the table. Why do they get judged then? For being sexual workers. Getting labelled as "cheap", "despicable", "unworthy" and even "people who don't even have enough self-love". Why?
Why should we blame them when really, they are all still humans. They still have a basic desire of wanting to work and get the money. Do you really think that if they had the money, they would still work at these "despicable" red light districts? Would they still work this same "cheap" jobs, given the intelligence? Do you really think they don't have enough "self love"? Do you really think they want to be labelled as "unworthy"?
We are all still humans and that gives us no right to look down upon them. We all have our "lack of self-love", "unworthy","cheap, "despicable" moments. Why then, why blame them? When they still have this basic desire of feeling "worthy", just like you, and me?
Blame the men.
Blame the men who makes them feel loved. Blame the men who makes them feel "worthy", "not despicable", "not cheap". Blame the men who keeps their hopes high and gives them promises that they will come back soon. Blame them. Blame the men who spoils them and gives them all they want and all the jewellery, making them feel like if they continue working as such, they will get these beautiful diamonds and rubies and sapphires. Blame the men who gives them Chanel, MAC, Gucci, Prada.
Blame the men who frequents them.
Why do they get blamed for men who goes to them? Sure, the females may seem desperate and clingy and wanting to get the men and all. But in the end, who's paying? Who's the sluttish one in the end?
Who is at the receiving end? The men. They get the women, they get sex. What is a couple of hundreds to them?
Most of them even have wives waiting for them back at home, thinking they are at work. Or some, the wives already know. Yet they have nothing to say and/or do. Because most of them have families and kids which they really think it's not worth the separation for. Hoping they will stop their gallivanting ways.
That's the other kind of women who need help, the ones who are stuck and pressured with men whom they are lawfully wedded to. They'd love to separate. But due to complications, be it children, be it money. They can't. Or they don't want to.
Alcoholic. Abusive. Gamblers. Cheaters. Bitches.
Men who come back home drunk, lie down on couches and sleep till dawn. What do women do? We clean your vomit. We make sure you get a proper sleep. We unbutton your shirts to make you feel less hot. We put wet towels on your foreheads to cool yourself down. We make sure you feel comfortable. We put a blanket over you, in case you'd feel chilly at night. Then you guys just go in to a deep sleep, not even remembering the kindness of your wives.
Men whom have temperamental issues. What do women do? We get beaten up. We submit to you. We listen. We oblige. We understand. We bleed. We bruise. We can't do anything about it. We hope the children don't hear our cries and screams. We hope the children do not know anything. Then you guys just go to sleep, not caring about us.
Men who come back home after squandering all the money. What do women do? We scold you, definitely. But we also remind you to never gamble again. We are concerned. We hope you don't do it again. We try to understand. We help with the money and funds, just ask, and we would give. We help. Then you guys blame us, for being a nag.
Men who come back home with lipstick stains and perfume of another women lingering around. What do women do? We cry. We feel helpless about it. We get heartbroken. We would think you guys are unfaithful. We don't know what to do about the relationship. We think of ways to salvage the relationship. But we know we can't. We're just not of any more entertainment, not of any more fun. We coup ourselves up in rooms and cry. Secretly hoping you'd hear the cries and ask what's wrong. Yet at the same time, not knowing whether we should forgive. We try to sneak in to your phones to see if there's been any messages sent out that are of some clue. Then you guys accuse us, for intruding privacy.
Who is at the receiving end? Men.
Men drink, men sleep.
Men abuses, men ignorant.
Men gambles, men blames.
Men cheats, men accuses
I blame men. Stereotypical, I know. Not all men are like that, but probably, the only reason why us women still put up with your nonsensical selves is because we love you. Or maybe, we love the kids.
I believe it is redundant that this is a patriarchal society. Women are the wilful, strong and independent ones. Society has obviously made a wrong judgement. This should rightfully be a matriarchal society. Where we count on ourselves and we don't need a man.
As the saying goes:
"Behind every successful men, is a woman,
Behind every successful women, is herself."
Who says women are the dependent ones? Men are the dependent ones.
Now tell me, am I the one being judgemental or is society judgemental? Saying that women are dependent, and men are independent. Really. Tell me. How does it work that way?
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Motivation.
A little motivation to blog. Just to rant out whatever that's on my mind. Recently, I've been feeling a little lousy. Not sure why, maybe I know, but not intending to open up to anyone. I've realised that the only thing I can depend on is independence. Also, myself. No one's going to be there with you through it all and through out all.
I am an exception. I am going to be with me, through it all.
Still, of course, knowing the worth of the people around me.
Probably this is going to be the hardest thing to say, but I think I've made up my mind about life. What I'm doing and what I intend to do. The whole day, I've been sitting and lying and trying many different positions on my bed. It was quiet before half past seven. But I realised that through today, self reflections really do you good. Going back to my old self. No longer going to be the vulnerable little gullible innocent young girl. Never going to open up and share everything with people any more. No matter how desperate I am, probably going to keep a few people around because I know I have to. But nope, going back to independent state.
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
'Cuz it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that I'm alright
And you can't change me
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spend with me
Now seems so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright
Something happened. Goodbye.
I am an exception. I am going to be with me, through it all.
Still, of course, knowing the worth of the people around me.
Probably this is going to be the hardest thing to say, but I think I've made up my mind about life. What I'm doing and what I intend to do. The whole day, I've been sitting and lying and trying many different positions on my bed. It was quiet before half past seven. But I realised that through today, self reflections really do you good. Going back to my old self. No longer going to be the vulnerable little gullible innocent young girl. Never going to open up and share everything with people any more. No matter how desperate I am, probably going to keep a few people around because I know I have to. But nope, going back to independent state.
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
'Cuz it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that I'm alright
And you can't change me
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spend with me
Now seems so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright
Something happened. Goodbye.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Reflections
It's a beautiful Sunday morning. I just watched a great movie. The sun is shining, I'm in Mom's hotel room. Thankful. I'm thankful to be able to wake up in such a beautiful place, thankful that I have such privileges. Thankful for everything.
Whatever happened to the sad little girl, whatever happened to the girl who used to sit at her window, whatever happened to that girl who used to cut herself, whatever happened to the girl who tried to runaway.. She's gone. Why stay in the present when it is so tormenting? Why end your life or waste your life just because of one mistake or one error that happened in your life?
Wait for everything to fall in place.
Good things come for those who wait.
I used to think I was the girl who was full of wishful thinkings, the girl who never got what she wanted. Now I've realised that I should be thankful for everything I've got. Thankful that everything I've ever wanted, it's all right here. I have everything I want.
Everything has fallen into place.
Good things will surely come so long as you wait.
I no longer fear, I no longer feel down. I have whatever and whomever I want with me.
I should be thankful.
If God brings you to it, He'll bring you through it.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sigh.
I don't get you any longer. One day it seems like it's good, the other, it seems horrible. No more. No longer.
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