Neither here nor there
Life is whirling me around now dropping me where it pleases. I’m churning. Stoned and wildly. If you can picture Toto on heroin in the middle of the tornado, you’re seeing me on my second 6am flight for the week. Whenever I see a stewardess doing her two finger exit sign during the safety information bit, I feel like gagging myself with the wet towel and the flight magazine. It’s not so bad. I guess I’m just a bit tired. Restless, too. One foot is in prg and the other is completely somewhere else. My colleagues in CZ do not know whether to involve me fully in the critical issues, knowing that I cannot follow through anymore or consider me an ex-colleague. I do not know much about the new job, so I’m just sort of floating around pretending that my lame bits of wisdom can be of some help to a project that I know jacksh*t about. Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of it because I prefer action most of the time and gray areas bug me. Blah. I’m excited and when I’m all wound up and my hands are idle, my mind goes on overdrive. So do my fingers on the keyboard. See I just finished one paragraph without any solid point whatsoever. Bear with me. I’m a bitch in heat with not even a master’s leg to hump.
Plus I miss my family and my friends with such fervor, now. And seafood. Fresh crab meat especially.
Mean Girls was one of the few high school flicks that entertained me because of the bitter comical truth in it. I love how women fight. Needless to say that we have to use this talent well, lest we are in danger making fools of ourselves.
It’s fair to say, that we, members of the feminine sex can probably thrive in a jungle and co-exist with animaldom more than the men because although driven by emotions (and hormones, at times) we are very very sly. Some men, give too little credit to how much we can actually manipulate a situation that I often wonder why they call us the weaker sex. Maybe, we wanted them to think that. I admit, sometimes, I maneuver the situation to fit my needs without anyone noticing that I actually am. Even I, don’t. I believe most especially the opposite sex are left clueless at what we just had them do. Because when an enemy does not think you can strike them as hard, if at all, when you do pounce, you can inflict much more damage. And pain. Unless you know you have to delay it. Women fight in a sexier, more interesting way than men. Taking it outside is just so medieval. Too simple. Too easy. Women like head fucking more. While broken bones heal, a head fuck lasts much longer and is more potent. Are we scary creatures? Definitely. We’re a fascinating foe. But men do not have to lose sleep over this fact, because most of the times, we fight only when necessary. When we are driven to the edge. Even when we are already being shoved we use nicely manicured fingers to shove back. We simply do it with more style.
What I despise though, is when we gang up on another woman, especially when we do not fully understand the situation— the truth behind why we actually want to hurt someone. These are the times when cunning yet cowardly men get the better of us.
For example, and this is purely hypothetical, a boyfriend told you that someone is so crazy for him she’s claiming to be someone to him when according to him she’s nothing but trash. He says this just to keep you from throwing tantrums when he’s with her. (I mean, c’mon! The jerk does not even have any respect for your emotional maturity). Do you really believe that someone is so unbelievably enamored and overwhelmed by him that she just can’t keep her hands off of him? Unless your boyfriend has a… you know… as big as the e i f f e l t o w e r or is a prototype of the Mark Walberg/Brad Pitt porn god, he’s probably just feeding his ego with your gullibility and his lie. There is something and you know it. Mostly it was his fault. That little nagging feeling is telling you so. It’s either this is his disease, which is worse or they really have been attracted if not in love with each other. Chances are, you’re guy has used this same story with his ex-girlfriend and that there are more cases you don’t know of (and there will be more in the future). It’s an overused piece of bull. Ask the ex-girlfriend, it will do you a whole lot of good. Unless you’re scared shit of her because you were the woman you hate now, she was you before, and you were actually aware of wronging her. Plus you know that she did not perform such shoddy little tricks you think you can get away with by humiliating the other woman. You owe her that much to at least spare your imaginary villain.
But, you know what’s worse, what if she (the other woman now) was there before you?? The horror. Whoa. This means you’ve actually always played second fiddle. You now wonder why he’s with you then? Oh well, you probably know.
So you tell your friends. And your girlfriends, being the loyal blood sisters they are, trash the other woman just as bad as you do. You just sent them to hell. Your Ya-ya sisterhood is tainted with despicable cheapness.
When really, she, is nothing but an innocent soul.
While your boyfriend is a brazen, brainless, ball-less son-of-a…well…female dog.
And you are just simply, thick. Dim-witted.
Bitch.
We cannot be like this, we fight well but we have to fight for the right reasons. Good, solid reasons. Otherwise, its just a shame. It’s a waste of an inherent advantage.
I pray that we do not lash out towards our own kind in this way. At least we should get our facts straight and then we can start strutting with our claws and our fangs and our four inch heels.
I am conceptualizing this shoot called Threesome. One of the people I have requested d to model asked me if it’s in anyway like the concept for Sean John (P Diddy) fragrances. No, its not its going to be more vague, and the only thing erotic about it is….;) Let’s not spoil it.
Anyway, just to be sure, I checked the site. What struck me was this — the fragrance is called Unforgivable and tag — Life without passion is unforgivable.
It’s simple, it’s cocky, it’s sweet. And for me, a bit unexpected.
Hah! What do you know?
Sagacity, Puff style.
May 17th, 2007 at 7:39 am
take a warm bath, juds. =) *yakap na mahigpit* love you! have fun, wherever you are. =)
May 18th, 2007 at 12:34 am
hahahahah oo nga… yun nga yata ang kailangan ko. kailangan ko ng spa package. shet. love you too..=)
May 28th, 2007 at 5:31 pm
majuds, ngayon lang ulit ako nakabisita dito.
ganyan talaga eh…di ba nga, there are women who don’t have time to watch tv? *wink!*
a friend told me that kindness is the sweetest form of revenge. if you have your facts straight, you do not need to strut…or use your claws and fangs (btw, i love flip flops better =)) and you wouldn’t feel the need to waste time on some bitch with mouth full of dirt…not in the same manner as hers anyway ;p
besides, if people who matter in your life come to your defense, injustice done to you pales in the background.
ingat ka lage, mader. mwah! =)
May 29th, 2007 at 7:06 am
hahahahhaa lukaret ka talaga! anyhu, you know I’ll always be here. and you matter to me. you’re honesty and humility humbled me too. i appreciate it.
sarah, you deserve better, you’re a really good person and other people who could benefit from the strength and beauty of your person and your generosity are worthier of your time. there will be times when it will not be so rosy because when you have been hurt and you never got the just treatment you deserve it will still be painful and… you certainly will look back sometimes. I did that too, but its perfectly normal it doesn’t mean you’re not over things (contrary to how other people want to interpret it because they are too full of themselves to realize that they really are not all that, they never were). It just means you sometimes wish you could have invested your time and heart on other things. passion is a very expensive commodity. hehe.
this too shall pass. it should. you’re really not missing on anything.
isang comment lang, ang martyr binabaril, lalo na kung hindi para sa tamang tao ang efforts. pero you made a very wise choice, if the opponent is really not so hot (metaphorically well siguro literally din =))), the battle is not worth fighting. ateh, you just won the war.
much love, j
November 9th, 2008 at 11:54 pm
Great work.