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Yep, call me SELFISH

6 Dec

Often we are victims of injustice because (let’s face it) Life doesn’t play Fair.  Thus, often the question is how we fare after we’ve been served the “injustice”.

Growing up and so growing older than I ever was, I have understood that embracing such injustice with grace is more graceful than whining and sulking in a corner.  Playing the victim, playing the martyr was like playing dead – it had no life.  So, why live lifeless by being the martyr.

I learned this valuable lesson two years ago when I was going through some hard times in life.  I was friendless… utterly hopeless… and lifeless.  Let me try explaining the whys and the hows.

I bumped into this old friend two years ago.  This old friend and I had been through some rough times together, in the past.  We weren’t the “BFFs” but we were the sort of “friends in need” at that time in the past.  And now, there she was… all smiles… she used her “reprimanding tone” asking me why I hadn’t stayed in touch… blah blah. As for me, I felt slightly awkward [for my own personal reasons] but then again we spoke very politely to each other, steering clear from speaking about our “rough times.”

Fast forward one month.  I bumped into the same old friend again.  This time she wasn’t alone.  She had two friends in tow, and they looked like they were having a great time.  Once again we exchanged pleasantries… this time I was slightly more friendlier than the earlier meet.  I was more relaxed.  But something about the friend told me she didn’t want me there.  For a person who only needs the subtlest hint of such kind, I excused myself.  As I was walking away, I heard her whisper-confessing to her friends “I can’t remember her name…”

That whisper disturbed me for weeks afterwards.  My mind was filled with questions.  Did she deliberately intend for me to hear those words?  How could she have forgotten my name after only a month of bumping into each other?  How could she, who had remembered my name after two years of not seeing each other, have forgotten my name?  Why would she pretend to have forgotten my name?

And I fell into that abyss… everyday I woke up with the same questions… the more I asked myself these questions, the more I curled up in bed… the more I curled up in bed, the more depressed I became… the more depressed I became, the less I went out… the less I went out, the more I felt sad… the sadder I felt, the more depressed I got… the more depressed I got, the more suicidal I felt… I became the victim and so I played the martyr.

Looking back, I can only think of a month that I’ll never ever get back. 

So, I have decided never to play the victim again, no matter how unfair my life turns out.  I have decided never to let my precious time be ruined by such worthless beings.  I have decided never to waste my seconds dwelling on such schmucky gunks ever, and if I ever do… it will only be to produce a post on my blog…. O yeah?!  Go… go ahead and call me SELFISH and see if it matters.  PFFT


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Vanish, if you must

5 Dec

People say I am very good at “the vanishing act”. I do not doubt the “people”.  So from an expert, in case you might want to carry out “the vanishing act”, here are 5 things you need to do to VANISH into thin air:

  1. De-activate your Facebook account.
  2. Quit your full-time job, do some freelancing instead.
  3. Get a new mobile number.
  4. Get a new hairstyle.
  5. Travel to a new place (at least for a month).

What makes me the expert???  Well, I have burnt bridges… I have burnt so many of them that if this were literal, I would have ashes measuring the height of [probably] the Eiffel Tower…   Yes, oh yes, I do exaggerate… But then again, I have burnt bridges a lot… you know what I mean…

Do I have regret burning bridges?  No.  When you know the bridges are weighing you down, methinks it’s better to burn them instead of getting weighed down.  As a young woman, I wasted my time and energy in trying to save the bridges that were drowning me.  Then, I used to think that the only way to keep myself from drowning was to be weighed down by the bridge that was already under water.  So, no regrets, whatsoever.

Although I do think of the relationships that I have had to forsake.  They were good friends… great friends… at one point of time.  Misunderstanding, miscommunication, misapprehension, misreading expressions, misleading conclusions, mistaken mistakes and many more mis-es led up to the demise of such relationships.  I say demise because these burnt bridges, these ended friendships, can never be rebuilt, can never be rekindled.

Soon, we learn to leave with who we have.  Soon, we don’t need the urge to vanish. Soon, other people will fill the places left vacant.  Slowly we heal, and surely with scars.

So, let us not worry about vanishing, if that helps us give our “self” back.  So, let us not worry about burning bridges, if that helps us from keeping afloat.  So let us vanish if we must!!!

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Disintegrating the Panoply

3 Dec

Panoply = Pa No Ply… this one’s like a request to Pa not to Ply…

Panoply = Pan o’ ply… this one’s like pan of fly (with a slip of the tongue lips)

Panoply = Pa Nop Ly… this is like threatening Pa not to lie anymore but like in “texting” language

Panoply = Pano Ply… this is like someone yelling “Piano Play” in an accent unheard of.

Panoply = Pan up Lee… this is like monopoly with a pan… errrrr… well this one could be the real panoply… like the real real panoply…

panoply
ˈpanəpli/
noun
noun: panoply; plural noun: panoplies
  1. an extensive or impressive collection.
    “a deliciously inventive panoply of insults”
    synonyms: array, range, collection

    “the full panoply of America’s military might”

Disclaimer: I post posts like the one above when I’m at my wit’s end.  It is also important to note here that I’m usually at my wit’s end… it’s like my wit’s always at end and so it often is a wonder why I’m blogging… errr or rather pretending to blog… But then again, this is just a disclaimer.  Peace Out!

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Vim n Vigor

28 Nov

The moment I saw today’s prompt, I thought of one comic-strip sort of on-paper-meme-thing from the past, when jokes weren’t related by memes.

Well this strip-meme [from the past] looked like this.  I’ll try to write the picture and although my word limit could be a thousand words, I’ll try to do it in half the words or maybe even lesser.

There are two parallel strips.

 The first one says “ABOVE 30”.  In this picture-strip, there’s a man full of vim and vigor on a Monday.  Tuesday, he’s slouches a bit.  Wednesday, he’s slouched further.  Thursday, he’s barely sitting straight.  By Friday, he’s sprawled on the floor, eyes drooping.  Saturday, he relaxes.  Sunday, he relaxes a little more.  Monday, he’s back with his usual vigor.

Image result for exhausted friday meme

           VS.     Image result for Monday to friday above 30 meme

The second one says “BELOW 30”.  In this picture-strip, there’s a young man slouching and looking dazed [with spiral eyes] on a Monday [sort of hungover].  Tuesday, he still has his slouch.  Wednesday, he’s slightly erect.  Thursday, he’s sitting straight.  Friday, he’s seen in his full vigor. Saturday, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Sunday, he drinks and drinks and drinks.  Monday, he’s back with his slouch.

So which category do you belong to [not age-wise] – Exhausted Monday or Exhausted Friday?  I surely belong to Exhausted-MondayToFriday  :wink wink:


Image Source: First Image “Otterly Exhausted”  Second Image “TGIF”

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The colour Pungent

27 Nov

Some days you just can’t write… I have been living one of those such days.  Just to make writing a habit, I have been trying to come up with posts with the help of Daily Prompts.  What I write can be called deplorable and in my defense all I can say is – it’s only because i’m TRYING to make writing a habit… ha ha ha… yeah, heard that been there ?!?  Well once again in my defense –> THAT WAS my defense.

Anyway back to trying to making writing a habit…  back to trying to come up with posts with the help of Daily Prompt.

Pungent

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

Well, last week there was a prompt “Aroma” and this was my response.  Here, I have mentioned my only “sense” that actually senses things properly – my olfaction sense. Therefore, I must say I know my pungent, I know pungent to such an extent that I can even see it.  If pungent had a colour, it would definitely resemble the mouldy purplish pus-ish bluish greenish rotting-brownish stinking-yellowish for sure… and that colour would rightly be called Pungent.

What would your colour Pungent look like??  <O_O>

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Sated Saturday

25 Nov

…if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

…if Friday’s here, can weekend be far behind?

NO  NO  NO!!!  Weekend’s here… yippie yippie… no better way to feel sated than to know tomorrow is Saturday.  Sated Saturday!  I’ve never felt so wonderful shouting out TGIF and actually meaning it.

Honestly, I can’t think of anything else [overworked…]

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my Chaotic life

24 Nov
When I wasn’t working, my life was chaotic, a bit literally and a bit not so literally.

Chaotic House: I was lazy to such an extent that my place always had that recently-bombed look.  Things were everywhere… every night my bed had to be found [discovered] under the rubble of everything that had happened that day… [early morning afternoon] I had to tiptoe my way out… it was like walking through a filed of mines for fear of smashing those “everything” that would be lying on the floor…

Chaotic Eating:  There was hardly any time for breakfast… by the time I got up and got out of the minefield, it would be almost past noon… So if I was hungry, I’d still wait for the time to be late afternoon or at least 2 pm to have my first meal… by now I’d be so starved I could eat a whale… and so I’d feast like a king… then I’d be so stuffed that there was no way I could eat another morsel for the rest of the day…

Now I’ve started working, and I’ll be working for a few months straight… so my life is just plain chaotic.

Chaotic House:  Earlier it was the laziness that kept me from keeping a straight house… now I do not have time to clean up… my house is still a minefield…

Chaotic Eating:  I hardly have time to fix myself some breakfast in the morning… at lunch break there is just too many things to do [there’s always something that urgently needs to get done just around lunch time]… so tea tea tea tea tea tea… I grab cookies here, crumbs there, fries here, apple there… tea tea tea tea tea…

Chaotic Weekends: I didn’t know weekends could be so taxing and so less relaxing…  I had so many things to do this last weekend… getting up late didn’t help either… there was laundry to be done…  Having to go to work means having to wear clean clothes… it isn’t like hanging out in pj’s all day… while Saturday thus slipped by, Sunday was over in the blink of an eye…

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