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I'm so messed up in the head.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010 @ 6:54 PM
Rutuja, honey, why in the world are you the only one that can make sense of all the weird stuff that I babble non stop? You get how messed up I am. Man, you are so not allowed to agree or i will so bite you. Sometimes i wonder if i truly understand myself. I think a lot, and by a lot, i mean you would be surprised. I think about the good and bad that comes with something, then all the possibilities, then i think of the good and bad for each one of those possibilities, and the cycle continues until all that is left is me saying "OMFG I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW!!!". You know, I'm just like that. Please don't blame me for being different because was it not those differences that you were drawn to? Or is it too much to deal with now? I do care, a lot, it's just i find it difficult to show so. Just because I'm not there, directly before your eyes, does not mean I'm not close by, or even if I'm not, it doesn't mean that i can't see you or that i don't think about you. I'm trying to break the inevitable cycle of my thoughts. It will take time, but hopefully, maybe... someday I'll know. So till then, give me time. I'll come around. Someday. xoxo Unhealthy Patterns in Relationships - Sex Q&A
Saturday, October 16, 2010 @ 2:14 PM
Do you ever wonder why you always get the raw end of the deal? Why you are the one getting hurt? The one crying in the end? Why that initially sweet, caring guy you met changed into some jackass you wished you could shoot? Every time? This is a response by Liam, which I attempted to share but blogspot stuffed something up so I just copied and pasted it. I will attempt to explain some important facts of sex and seduction as they relate to your question. First of all, remember that no one is ever what they seem. We human beings detest inconsistency and complication, because our survival has often depended on the isolation of predictable patterns from information gathered by our very limited perceptions. We are conditioned to want to see very simple and logical scenarios. However, the actuality is very different. We are energy forms constantly in flux. Though we want to say a person is one thing or another and be able to reliably describe them to ourselves, the fact is people are always in a state of change, constantly subject to contradiction and paradox. To complicate it further, we are also multidimensional beings with many selves and many layers, and just when you think you know someone, you find you are very much mistaken. In the game of love and sex, men take great advantage of that chameleon ability, allowing the aspects of their persona that are the most sexually enticing to a potential mate to emerge first and take the forefront. You respond to the gentleman type; that's your nature, so to entice you into sexual liaisons, the men you date start out treating you in a gentlemanly fashion. This lowers your defenses so that you can be taken in. After mating, with the biological urge met and satisfied, you are no longer necessary. The game is complete, and on come the faucets, spraying out other, much less attractive aspects of the personality. No longer needing to impress--and in a effort to get you to flee so he might pursue other females--his inner jackass comes forth. This self is no more or less his "real" self than the former polite self. It's simply another very valid aspect of personality to which you react badly, and so he goes his own way, free to recreate the dance with the next maiden fair that comes along. Don't take it personally. It's part of the game. You can't fault the Jaguar for being a cat, and whether you know it or not, you're playing right along with each sexual submission. Your true nature, the subconscious flow, moves to the mating even though on a conscious level you fear the rejection you know very well comes later. To find and keep a man you can legitimately count on, you are going to have to break this cycle and start playing the game with your eyes wide open. Quit being dazzled. Men who are too good to be true right up front are almost always just that. Be wary of friendly fellows who come off so aggressively sweet and charming. They're not faking it, but they are withholding certain ugly truths of character in order to get you into bed. Always keep in mind that the nicer a man is to you, the more likely it is that he is nursing a secret plan for sexual conquest, and the sweeter he is in the beginning, the faster he's likely to turn ugly later. Not every man follows this pattern, and not every dating scenario follows a script, but it's apt for many, and for you in particular, because you are drawn to niceties and tend to shy away from men who have evident flaws. In other words, you disregard guys you deem imperfect from the get-go. You have to practice giving other guys a chance. More than anything, though, you need to go with the motto of "friendship first" in any future relationships. Everyone who is "dating" is playing a sexually charged ritual game. By insisting on being friends and only friends for a good long while, you get the chance to see a man with his guard down. You'll see the polite and the not-so-polite. You can laugh and get drunk together, but you can also have arguments and reconciliations. You'll get the chance to know the real person before you decide to invest yourself too deeply. Now, the fellow will most certainly still be trying to bed you, but he'll have to alter his approach to suit your directive, and you'll get to call the shots. Best of all, layering a sexual relationship over a core of real friendship makes the passion much more solid and your partner much more likely to stick around for the longer haul. Liam xoxo Home, Sweet Home
Friday, October 8, 2010 @ 6:07 PM
Okay it's official. Tomorrow I'm moving to my new house. Finally. But the drive way and fence are still not done. How Frustrating. Ekk. and I gotta study so like that's it for now. hehe. xoxo OMG...I'm so bored.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010 @ 6:43 PM
Okay. Well as the title suggests, I'm bored outta my wits. Anyway, here's part or whole of a very short conversation due to my sucky skills at texting. Kim: Is your house the newly renovated two storey one? Me: What do you mean renovated, it's just new! Kim: It's behind my street right? What number? Me : Kim: can i come over 2morow? Me: Yeah. But no one will be there. Haven't moved yet. Weather problems. Kim: Oh. Was gonna help you unpack, will do after exams. Me: Thanks, in advanced. I cbb getting my phone out so it sounded a little like that. Anyway, my mum decided that the guy doing the stupid driveway/retaining wall/alfresco is taking too long, so there is a possibility of us moving this Saturday. Great. Now i'm annoyed. Plus coz of Comm Games I've been going to sleep at like 2:30 in the morning and waking up at like 9. Talk about sleep deprived. And yes. I do watch the games, mostly swimming though. Geez don't be so surprised.And i'm supposed to be doing some IST assignment but well i can't be bothered. So yeah. Since John and Kim decided to post photos i shall follow their example...right after i find the camera. Maybe next post. hmm. oh wells that's it. xoxo Stupid rain
Monday, October 4, 2010 @ 9:30 AM
And i don't mean Bi Rain, he's awesome. Usually i love rain, unless I'm in it, but this rain is pissing me off. In the last 2 days its been pouring non stop and since the stupid guy who is supposed to be doing my driveway isn't done yet the house is now surrounded by mud. Which has inevitably pushed back my plans to move into my house. Yup. I'm still staying here for a while. There are some ups i guess, for starters i still have a week with Aaron Yan, and as soon as i move the Internet will already be connected, yay! 180GB of data. hehe. And the downs, well i spent the last 2 days packing like a lunatic and all my pretty clothes are packed so like I'm stuck wearing like ugly crap. BTW, anyone who has my new number, don't call it until like after school starts which by then I'll tell you not to call it coz no one will be there to pick up, which i think you'll figure out, eventually. Anyway, due to many, well just Lucy's complain about this back ground tough luck love, i like Aaron yan's face too much to change it and i really can't be bothered, but i promise as soon as i move I'll change it, so i don't have to change my disclaimer. Compromise? xoxo Goodbye 13 ***** ***** ********* **** <--- security purposes. and to get you stalkers away.
Sunday, October 3, 2010 @ 1:59 PM
Lols. I'm not even living there anymore. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm supposed to be packing all my stuff into boxes because by this time tomorrow its goodbye old, but not that old massive house and hello, not that big but quite big, modest home somewhere near Kim's house. Now I sound like a real estate ad. Last night, sleeping in my now very empty but still very messy bedroom, beside the obvious discomfort from the absence of all my bears that are usual used for another purpose - pillows- and to throw at whoever walks in the door, but that's another story- I realised that it didn't look like my room anymore, aside form the mess, that's still the same. It looked foreign and I'm really gonna miss this house, not to mention I actually have to open my eyes in the morning to get form my room to the bathroom until i get used to the dynamics of the new place. And i guess it will be hell of a lot quieter without my nutcase aunt screaming at my annoying cousins and my brother getting based by the six year old, supposed girl one. Man, its gonna take getting used to. And i have to leave fat shit ( that's the nickname my cat and aunt share, though in this case i mean Sisi) and my piano behind until the stupid professional piano removers can bring over. Or we may have a case of Déjà vu with the damaged instruments which this time would probably make me wanna kill the living daylights outta the removers. So my mum thought it was best not to explain to the judge why her daughter chased after a tradesman with an AK47- like i could get my hands on one anyway, ahem* Rutuja*- so that's why my first week in my new house, there will be no playing piano and singing off key, which i think is a relief for many visitors if they want to make it out alive. So that's the: gonna miss this bloody house, though I shall visit and I'm crazy from studying rant. And one more thing, i don't have internet till like wednesday so yeah. No aaron yan. :( xoxo |