I don't reach out very often but when I do, it takes a lot outta me.
N with that, the switch is flipped off. It's just not worth it, especially at a time when I needed you.
Hugs,
Nora
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Time For You To Let Me Go
For fuck's sake.
I'm old enough to know what I want. Even if I don't, that's on me.
Life is all about choices and the choices that I seek may not be the ones that you agree with or approve of. While I understand that you care (and I do you too), I need the space to do me. To be me.
So as wrong as you think my choices are, as difficult as it may be for you to understand, all I ask is that you accept me and my choices.
I'm more than a quarter of a century old and I need you to let me go. I promise I won't disappear and I'll always be here, always yours.
So please, unclip my wings and let me go.
Hugs,
Nora
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Being Selfish
"For once in your life, be selfish."
A friend said that a few nights ago and that sentence has since resonated in me.
Whatever that has happened to you, whatever that haunts you - it has nothing and everything to do with me. I want to help you heal the wounds and mend you, right the wrongs that have been done to you. I swore to myself that I'll never fall into this hole again, but yet I watch idly as it happens. Why do I bother? Why does it seem like you're the exception to the rule?
I knew all along that your heart and soul are in pieces and you have little affection, warmth and stability to give me. I don't blame you but I still believed that you're not broken. You're not, in your words, "fucked up". In short, I believed in you.
It didn't matter that you think you're broken. I didn't believe that and even if you are, so what? Does it mean that I'm supposed to run screaming to the hills? What kind of a person will that make me?
At some point in your life, something or someone is bound to have broken you to a certain extent. That doesn't mean that a broken person deserves any less love, care and affection simply because they're afraid of being burnt again.
Love them. Be there for them. If you're lucky, they will learn to love and care for you too.
If you're not, you'll heal and you'll grow.
You will not have the right to decide how many times I laugh or smile today. That power is mine and I'll reclaim it.
You will, however, go down as the one who made me whole. The one who reignited my compassion, love and understanding.
For once in my life, I will be selfish cos I want to matter as much to you as you do to me.
Hugs,
Nora
A friend said that a few nights ago and that sentence has since resonated in me.
Whatever that has happened to you, whatever that haunts you - it has nothing and everything to do with me. I want to help you heal the wounds and mend you, right the wrongs that have been done to you. I swore to myself that I'll never fall into this hole again, but yet I watch idly as it happens. Why do I bother? Why does it seem like you're the exception to the rule?
I knew all along that your heart and soul are in pieces and you have little affection, warmth and stability to give me. I don't blame you but I still believed that you're not broken. You're not, in your words, "fucked up". In short, I believed in you.
It didn't matter that you think you're broken. I didn't believe that and even if you are, so what? Does it mean that I'm supposed to run screaming to the hills? What kind of a person will that make me?
At some point in your life, something or someone is bound to have broken you to a certain extent. That doesn't mean that a broken person deserves any less love, care and affection simply because they're afraid of being burnt again.
Love them. Be there for them. If you're lucky, they will learn to love and care for you too.
If you're not, you'll heal and you'll grow.
You will not have the right to decide how many times I laugh or smile today. That power is mine and I'll reclaim it.
You will, however, go down as the one who made me whole. The one who reignited my compassion, love and understanding.
For once in my life, I will be selfish cos I want to matter as much to you as you do to me.
Hugs,
Nora
Sunday, August 03, 2014
The End Before a Beginning
It hits you like a ton of bricks. You can't begin to fully comprehend the entirety of the text message, even after having read it countless times. Actually no, you completely understand what's said but you don't get the why behind it. You glare at the screen of your phone, unsure if you want to see another message from him or if this deafening silence is better.
You want to ask him why. You want to ask him if all the words he's said before were just that - words. Did they mean anything when he said he cared for you? Or when he said you were special? Were any of the words genuine? All the times when you pictured being with him (introducing him to your friends and family and vice versa with his and just hanging out), was his line of thought the polar opposite of yours?
But let's face it. Even if you do see him again, you could never ask him these questions. Partly because you won't know how to act around him but mostly because you're scared of the answers. How can you put yourself out there again when this one person you care for could possibly give you a barb wire response?
So you occupy your mind with something else, anything to stop thinking about his words. About him. You watch a tv series only to realise that you've missed the plot of the episode. You try to finish the book you've been reading only to realise that you've read the same page multiple times without knowing what you've read.
Since it's so easy to get lost, you give in to the pull of memories. You remember the first time you met him. You remember how your heart palpitated when you first spoke to him. You remember every single thing that ran through you when he kissed your forehead and tells you that your hair smelled nice. You remember holding his hand and not wanting to let go. You remember that exact moment when you knew you cared for him. You remember letting your guard down and finally letting someone in. You remember asking yourself, "After 1.5 years, why him?"
He said goodbye too early to merit tears. You don't cry. After all, it wasn't as if you're in love with him. You just sit there, wondering what went wrong? Did you care too much? Did you not care enough?
The one certainty you know is that he was the one who broke you. The one who brought you back to the brink of humanity. The one who's so special that you know you'll always care for him.
Hugs,
Nora
You want to ask him why. You want to ask him if all the words he's said before were just that - words. Did they mean anything when he said he cared for you? Or when he said you were special? Were any of the words genuine? All the times when you pictured being with him (introducing him to your friends and family and vice versa with his and just hanging out), was his line of thought the polar opposite of yours?
But let's face it. Even if you do see him again, you could never ask him these questions. Partly because you won't know how to act around him but mostly because you're scared of the answers. How can you put yourself out there again when this one person you care for could possibly give you a barb wire response?
So you occupy your mind with something else, anything to stop thinking about his words. About him. You watch a tv series only to realise that you've missed the plot of the episode. You try to finish the book you've been reading only to realise that you've read the same page multiple times without knowing what you've read.
Since it's so easy to get lost, you give in to the pull of memories. You remember the first time you met him. You remember how your heart palpitated when you first spoke to him. You remember every single thing that ran through you when he kissed your forehead and tells you that your hair smelled nice. You remember holding his hand and not wanting to let go. You remember that exact moment when you knew you cared for him. You remember letting your guard down and finally letting someone in. You remember asking yourself, "After 1.5 years, why him?"
He said goodbye too early to merit tears. You don't cry. After all, it wasn't as if you're in love with him. You just sit there, wondering what went wrong? Did you care too much? Did you not care enough?
The one certainty you know is that he was the one who broke you. The one who brought you back to the brink of humanity. The one who's so special that you know you'll always care for him.
Hugs,
Nora
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Long Distance Relationships... Or Not
Having recently met people who share their love/life stories with me has been a mind opener.
I've met someone who met his now fiance while they were both on vacation. The guy is from US and the girl, Japan. After a couple of weeks together, they decided to embark on a long distance relationship that lasted 1.5 years. They managed to work through the distance and the cultural differences and now, they're engaged.
Know of someone else who met his current girlfriend when she was vacationing in New York. He's from Sweden and she's from Spain. Again, they only had a month together but they felt so strongly for each other that they decided to continue with a long distance relationship. Fast forward a year and he is now moving to Spain to be with her.
There are so many other stories that I can share with you but in essence, what I'm trying to say is that it amazes me to know of the lengths people will go to for love. Maybe it's not love when you decide to pursue that relationship but that you're willing to take that chance, I smile at the warmth radiating in me. Yes, I'm a sappy romantic.
If you're ever caught in a position that requires a decision of such, I'll tell you to embrace it with wide open arms. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. It'll definitely be painful but who's to say that it won't be the best decision you'll ever make?
Maybe you need space to think. Maybe you're confused. Maybe you're just being a jackass.
All things said and done, I care too much now to say that I don't and there's nothing I can do about it. What I can do is to stop showing that I care but you know I always will cos you're special to me.
Hugs,
Nora
I've met someone who met his now fiance while they were both on vacation. The guy is from US and the girl, Japan. After a couple of weeks together, they decided to embark on a long distance relationship that lasted 1.5 years. They managed to work through the distance and the cultural differences and now, they're engaged.
Know of someone else who met his current girlfriend when she was vacationing in New York. He's from Sweden and she's from Spain. Again, they only had a month together but they felt so strongly for each other that they decided to continue with a long distance relationship. Fast forward a year and he is now moving to Spain to be with her.
There are so many other stories that I can share with you but in essence, what I'm trying to say is that it amazes me to know of the lengths people will go to for love. Maybe it's not love when you decide to pursue that relationship but that you're willing to take that chance, I smile at the warmth radiating in me. Yes, I'm a sappy romantic.
If you're ever caught in a position that requires a decision of such, I'll tell you to embrace it with wide open arms. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. It'll definitely be painful but who's to say that it won't be the best decision you'll ever make?
Maybe you need space to think. Maybe you're confused. Maybe you're just being a jackass.
All things said and done, I care too much now to say that I don't and there's nothing I can do about it. What I can do is to stop showing that I care but you know I always will cos you're special to me.
Hugs,
Nora
Friday, July 25, 2014
Words vs Actions
Words. They can be cutting and hurt you right where it hurts, even more so than a punch to your gut. But they can also warm you up from the inside, way more so than a hug to your teddy bear. Ok, so that was a weird analogy but best I can do at this time of the day.
Over the past week, I've learnt that while words can mean a lot, their meaning diminishes if the actions don't back them up.
I've also learnt that for some people, words aren't enough to express how much they truly care for you and instead, they let their actions do the work.
I don't say this often enough but I have the best sisters. They nag, they don't truly understand where I'm coming from, who I am and all that jazz but at the end of the day, they care. It's not so much as to the words they say (in this instance, they don't), but the things they do to show me their care and love speak volume.
Sometimes it's easy to wish that you're more alike so things will be easier.
Sometimes it's easy to want to be what's perceived as "normal" so you don't have to permanently fight the stigma.
But all that's said and done, you'll come to accept you're not cut from the same cloth and you'll struggle to let your loved ones accept that of you.
Hugs,
Nora
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Effects on All Senses
She can hear his velvety voice as he speaks with his twinkly eyes.
She can taste the sweetness of his lips as he lowers his head to kiss her.
She can feel the warmth of his body as he wraps his arms around her.
She can smell his scent as he approaches her. It's that one scent that's engraved in her mind.
She can sense him all the time.
That guy. That man.
That last kiss. That last hug. That last time.
She wants it all, one last time.
Then she wakes up.
Hugs,
Nora
She can taste the sweetness of his lips as he lowers his head to kiss her.
She can feel the warmth of his body as he wraps his arms around her.
She can smell his scent as he approaches her. It's that one scent that's engraved in her mind.
She can sense him all the time.
That guy. That man.
That last kiss. That last hug. That last time.
She wants it all, one last time.
Then she wakes up.
Hugs,
Nora
Monday, July 14, 2014
What's Wrong With Me?
In a simple question that I daresay most people ask themselves when things aren't going right - what is wrong with me?!
Pose that question to any of your friends and more often than not, they'll say that nothing is wrong with you. But hey. They're your friends and they usually tell you what you want to hear. Who, in their right minds, would tell you honestly what is wrong with you? They don't want to hurt your feelings nor do they want to belittle you.
Today, of all days, is a day full of unforeseen circumstances.
As the saying goes, it's a fucked up day.
So things may not go as well as you want to in terms of your career but that's ok. You can pick up where you left off. Things are *still within your control. It's simply a matter of getting your act together.
But when other personal things crop up and they're beyond your control, there's really nothing you can do except to suck it up... and suck it up, I will.
You're the sweetheart I had the pleasure of befriending. So yeah, you weren't perfect but your flaws made you who you are. Your honesty and decency in all things command my respect more so than you probably know.
After a year and a half, you're the first person I developed such strong feelings for but the feelings are either not mutual or the timing is not right.
With all that's said and done, I thank you. For letting me see that I'm not a cold-hearted bitch and for giving me the privilege of knowing a person as amazing as you are. For making me fall for you when it is what it is.
In a strange twist of thoughts, how about a major haul of changes? Maybe plastic surgery to be skinnier, to be prettier. Or maybe a brain transplant to be smarter, funnier?
It doesn't matter really.
I'm done.
Hugs,
Nora
Pose that question to any of your friends and more often than not, they'll say that nothing is wrong with you. But hey. They're your friends and they usually tell you what you want to hear. Who, in their right minds, would tell you honestly what is wrong with you? They don't want to hurt your feelings nor do they want to belittle you.
Today, of all days, is a day full of unforeseen circumstances.
As the saying goes, it's a fucked up day.
So things may not go as well as you want to in terms of your career but that's ok. You can pick up where you left off. Things are *still within your control. It's simply a matter of getting your act together.
But when other personal things crop up and they're beyond your control, there's really nothing you can do except to suck it up... and suck it up, I will.
You're the sweetheart I had the pleasure of befriending. So yeah, you weren't perfect but your flaws made you who you are. Your honesty and decency in all things command my respect more so than you probably know.
After a year and a half, you're the first person I developed such strong feelings for but the feelings are either not mutual or the timing is not right.
With all that's said and done, I thank you. For letting me see that I'm not a cold-hearted bitch and for giving me the privilege of knowing a person as amazing as you are. For making me fall for you when it is what it is.
In a strange twist of thoughts, how about a major haul of changes? Maybe plastic surgery to be skinnier, to be prettier. Or maybe a brain transplant to be smarter, funnier?
It doesn't matter really.
I'm done.
Hugs,
Nora
Sunday, July 13, 2014
My Twinkly Brown-Eyed Boy
You came into my life at a time that I wish you hadn't.
Initially, I was attracted to you cos you were simply adorable. Your twinkly brown eyes, your charming smile, your playfulness. But I know now that you are so much more than that.
Your wit and smarts drew me in. Your keen hunger for knowledge about anything/everything made me want to better myself. Your love for your family knows no boundaries. Your honesty about your past and your opinions about the present/future speak volume.
And your willingness to share all that with me is astounding.
With all the failed relationships that I've gone through, I know I'm no longer the wide-eyed girl who jumps in feet first. I keep everyone at an arm's length and I don't let any guy in. No matter it be about work, family, friends or anything personal. What you'll see is the frivolous side of me and that works perfectly fine for me cos I was done with yet another failed relationship.
But you're different. I kept you at bay but the better I know you, the more I want you to be involved. I wanted you to meet my friends and my family. I wanted to tell you about my past, my plans for the future and so much more.
Somehow, you've changed that part of me.
You make me want to open up.
You make me want to hug you and never let go when you're upset or frustrated.
You make me want to take care of you.
You make me want to make you happy.
You make me care.
One day, maybe I'll ask if you'll let me borrow your heart tomorrow and all the tomorrows after that.
Hugs,
Nora
Initially, I was attracted to you cos you were simply adorable. Your twinkly brown eyes, your charming smile, your playfulness. But I know now that you are so much more than that.
Your wit and smarts drew me in. Your keen hunger for knowledge about anything/everything made me want to better myself. Your love for your family knows no boundaries. Your honesty about your past and your opinions about the present/future speak volume.
And your willingness to share all that with me is astounding.
With all the failed relationships that I've gone through, I know I'm no longer the wide-eyed girl who jumps in feet first. I keep everyone at an arm's length and I don't let any guy in. No matter it be about work, family, friends or anything personal. What you'll see is the frivolous side of me and that works perfectly fine for me cos I was done with yet another failed relationship.
But you're different. I kept you at bay but the better I know you, the more I want you to be involved. I wanted you to meet my friends and my family. I wanted to tell you about my past, my plans for the future and so much more.
Somehow, you've changed that part of me.
You make me want to open up.
You make me want to hug you and never let go when you're upset or frustrated.
You make me want to take care of you.
You make me want to make you happy.
You make me care.
One day, maybe I'll ask if you'll let me borrow your heart tomorrow and all the tomorrows after that.
Hugs,
Nora
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
Things I Love.... And Don't
I love how you held my hand that very first time as we walked down the street. It felt strong and warm in mine.
I love the way your lips taste as they touch mine. Your soft kisses ignite a fire in me... and so much more.
I absolutely love it when you kiss my forehead. It makes me feel like you care.
I love how you always put a smile on my face. Your child-like ways, that twinkle in your eyes, your wit and personality - they never fail to light up my day.
What I don't like much?
That I actually really do like you.. more so than I should.
That you confuse me.
That you send me mixed signals.
Hugs,
Nora
Monday, June 02, 2014
Things Have Never Been Clearer!
With every drop, every instance, I see how this won't materialise. How I've been cooking up a storm in my head with flavours so wonderfully aromatic and delicious that I fail to see how disastrous it can be.
In the words of a friend, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I need to catch a break.
Hugs,
Nora
Friday, May 30, 2014
Put Your Guards Up
She would have been good at it. Actually
no, she IS good at it.
She would have taken care of you when
you needed her.
She would have dressed up to the nines
when she accompanies you to your social gatherings.
She would have made you feel like you’re
the only one.
She would have loved you
whole-heartedly.
But she knows better now. Now that the
dust has settled, she knows that the fences have got to come up. The plastic
sheet has got to be put in place.
She sees how sweet and real you are. She
sees the enchanting smile that lights her up in return. She sees the twinkle in
your eye when you gaze at her with such intensity.
But you confuse her. Did you want her or
was it just a form of distraction?
Well, as much as she loves The Hunger
Games, she’s not in a place where she can reciprocate the games that you play.
Her guard is up; she’s not going to make the same mistakes yet again.
Especially more so given the circumstances that she’s in now.
Every day, she resolves (with a
determination like never before) to flip the off switch and put those white
picket fences up. There’s no way you can hurt her then.
Every day, she slips that bit whenever
she sees or talks to you.
So help her, she will bounce back. That
independent streak in her will come to light.
Nora
Monday, April 28, 2014
The Wait for The One
I've often wondered who you are. Have we already met - perhaps when we were in school? Or did we cross paths in that unexpected way that only God can arrange? Or have you still yet to make a footprint in my life?
When I think of you, I wonder if our lives are running parallel. Are we struggling to make our dreams come true or are you way ahead than I am?
I know that given the experiences that life has put me through, the wait for you will be worth it.
I hope to meet you soon, if I haven't already.
Now, today, I know my place in my life and with you, I'm ready.
I'm far more than ready with the glow in my eyes everytime I talk about you, everytime we fight and make up, everytime I think of a future with you.
I know that when this happens, I want you to meet my friends and family. They'll be so thrilled because just like me, they've waited for you too. That person who brings the spark in my eyes to life.
I know that when this happens, I want to meet your family and friends too and boy, do I hope they'll like me. They are the people who made you happy when I'm not with you/when I hadn't met you yet. They're the people who raised you so well and who made you into the person that I fall in love with.
I think of a future where we'll go on adventures together - mountain climbing, road trips, sky diving (though that will probably scare the hell outta me) and everything else that we desire. I can't wait to travel the world with you as we see the beauty of each country and explore what we can. I want to sit or lie down next to you as we watch tv or movies or read books.
The experiences will be so much more meaningful cos I'll have you by my side, holding my hand.
I want to look at you when we are 90 and say, "we made it through all the obstacles and i love you".
I want to be the last girl in your life. To be the one to comfort you and ease the pain whenever you're troubled.
I have no idea who you are, though I certainly know who I want you to be.
But, that doesn't stop me from wanting to meet you and I know that no matter how long it takes, the wait will be worth it.
Hugs,
Nora
When I think of you, I wonder if our lives are running parallel. Are we struggling to make our dreams come true or are you way ahead than I am?
I know that given the experiences that life has put me through, the wait for you will be worth it.
I hope to meet you soon, if I haven't already.
Now, today, I know my place in my life and with you, I'm ready.
I'm far more than ready with the glow in my eyes everytime I talk about you, everytime we fight and make up, everytime I think of a future with you.
I know that when this happens, I want you to meet my friends and family. They'll be so thrilled because just like me, they've waited for you too. That person who brings the spark in my eyes to life.
I know that when this happens, I want to meet your family and friends too and boy, do I hope they'll like me. They are the people who made you happy when I'm not with you/when I hadn't met you yet. They're the people who raised you so well and who made you into the person that I fall in love with.
I think of a future where we'll go on adventures together - mountain climbing, road trips, sky diving (though that will probably scare the hell outta me) and everything else that we desire. I can't wait to travel the world with you as we see the beauty of each country and explore what we can. I want to sit or lie down next to you as we watch tv or movies or read books.
The experiences will be so much more meaningful cos I'll have you by my side, holding my hand.
I want to look at you when we are 90 and say, "we made it through all the obstacles and i love you".
I want to be the last girl in your life. To be the one to comfort you and ease the pain whenever you're troubled.
I have no idea who you are, though I certainly know who I want you to be.
But, that doesn't stop me from wanting to meet you and I know that no matter how long it takes, the wait will be worth it.
Hugs,
Nora
Monday, April 14, 2014
I'll Show You I Can, With or Without You
But I refuse to bow down. So go ahead and tell me you don't have faith in me. Tell me I'm not good enough.
Cos I'll do it on my own and show you that I can. No matter how hard it'll be, I'll show you.
Hugs,
Nora
Thursday, April 10, 2014
6 Attributes Women Find Attractive in Men
Some of us like men who can sing.
Some like men who will give you the remote control.
Some of us just like men in
general.
Here’s a list of 6 simple attributes
that women find attractive in men.
1)
Men who make us laugh
Laughing releases endorphins which gives us a warm, tingling feeling. Remember that warm feeling you had when you were “oh-so-in-love” with your high school sweetheart? Or that college frat boy?
If laughing makes you feel that way all over again, then yes. That is an extremely attractive quality in a man.
As women, we tend to appreciate a man who can see the lighter things in life. Life in itself is already stressful enough and being with someone who manages to make us laugh will naturally make us gravitate towards him.
Laughing releases endorphins which gives us a warm, tingling feeling. Remember that warm feeling you had when you were “oh-so-in-love” with your high school sweetheart? Or that college frat boy?
If laughing makes you feel that way all over again, then yes. That is an extremely attractive quality in a man.
As women, we tend to appreciate a man who can see the lighter things in life. Life in itself is already stressful enough and being with someone who manages to make us laugh will naturally make us gravitate towards him.
2)
Men who will communicate
Men are notorious for not being able to communicate and it’s cool. WE GET IT. But what I mean here is that we don’t need our man to refute everything we say or even give solutions or advice.
One word: Listen
That’s all we need from you. If we wanted someone to bitch with, we’d call any one of our girlfriends. Sometimes we just need you to listen and hug us.
Men are notorious for not being able to communicate and it’s cool. WE GET IT. But what I mean here is that we don’t need our man to refute everything we say or even give solutions or advice.
One word: Listen
That’s all we need from you. If we wanted someone to bitch with, we’d call any one of our girlfriends. Sometimes we just need you to listen and hug us.
3)
Men who cook
Cooking a meal for women will stir a primeval feeling in her and come on, what’s sexier, sweeter and more romantic than a man cooking for you?
It gives off a signal that the man cares and wants to make sure your basic needs are taken care of.
Cooking a meal for women will stir a primeval feeling in her and come on, what’s sexier, sweeter and more romantic than a man cooking for you?
It gives off a signal that the man cares and wants to make sure your basic needs are taken care of.
4)
Men who dance
As the saying goes, “Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire”.
As the saying goes, “Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire”.
By dance, I’m not referring to weird ape-like movements
on the dancefloor while you attempt to groove to the music. No, I mean like a
proper dance to charm the ladies or if all else fails, at least a sense of
rhythm.
Dance, to me, is one of the sexiest form of expressions.
Time to sign up for those dance classes!
Dance, to me, is one of the sexiest form of expressions.
Time to sign up for those dance classes!
5)
Men who make us feel secure
We know we’re not the most beautiful woman in the world, nor are we the skinniest one. But play down our insecurity issues by telling us that we’re beautiful in your eyes anyway. We also know attraction to the opposite gender can happen anytime, anywhere when you least expect it. So make us feel secure by not giving two hoots about the other women who make a play for you.
We know we’re not the most beautiful woman in the world, nor are we the skinniest one. But play down our insecurity issues by telling us that we’re beautiful in your eyes anyway. We also know attraction to the opposite gender can happen anytime, anywhere when you least expect it. So make us feel secure by not giving two hoots about the other women who make a play for you.
6)
Men who like children or are good with children
For some reason, seeing our man be so at ease with the young ones will cause our maternal instinct to kick in. Now, don’t get me wrong. You may be 21 and not ready for a child but seeing your man in that occasion will make u see him as a potential long-term partner.
For some reason, seeing our man be so at ease with the young ones will cause our maternal instinct to kick in. Now, don’t get me wrong. You may be 21 and not ready for a child but seeing your man in that occasion will make u see him as a potential long-term partner.
Hugs,
Nora
Saturday, April 05, 2014
That Fatal Attraction to Bad Boys
Those smouldering eyes that burn into your soul.
That one-sided smirk that sends chills down your spine.
That feeling of unattainability that simply leaves you wanting him more.
Let's face it, we've all been there. We've all fallen for that bad boy (maybe more than one) whom we had hoped to be able to change into THE ONE.
I'm sure at some point, someone would have told you never to change a person cos you should love him for who he is. But your egos are trained to think otherwise. Every girl wants to say that she's the one who tamed the bad boy. She's the one who managed to have him n keep him. It's all a matter of bragging rights.
We all know that bad boys treat you way worse than you deserve. They are risk takers and unpredictable, and more often than not, will cheat on you. So why do us girls still fall for these boys?
Bad boy sex appeal.
You like the chase and in a more general scheme of things, you tend to appreciate the things that you have to work hard for way more than those that come easily to you. Bad boys have been (and will always be) a challenge and it gives you a sense of morbid satisfaction when you thrive in your conquest of getting them. Keeping them on the other hand, is a different ballgame altogether.
The worst part is these bad boys don't even have to try really hard to get the girls cos girls flock to them like bees to honey. They don't have to have extra wit or better pick up lines.
TV shows and movies have glorified bad boys and come on, everyone wants a relationship like the ones you watch on the screens. I know I do.
Take The Vampire Diaries for example. Male leads are Damon and Stefan Salvatore. Is it any wonder that us girls want a boyfriend like that as opposed to the sweet and considerate character like Matt? Of course, I'm one of those who fall prey to Damon's bad boy looks.
Then there's Glee (of course there's Glee.. THERE'S ALWAYS GLEE!). Bad boy Jake sees girls swarming around him in almost every episode but sweet guy Ryder? Not so much.
Again bad boys are glorified.
Liam from 90210. Enough said.
Bad boys have a way of screwing up your life simply because as girls, we tend to be more emotionally affected than any other creatures. But hey, I'm a believer of everyone has to make mistakes at least once in their lives. So go ahead and fall for the bad boys cos it's an experience that you'll never forget. God knows I've fallen for bad boys enough times.
If this post doesn't teach you anything, at the very least, you know I watch a lot of typical girly tv series.
Hugs,
Nora
Monday, March 24, 2014
What I'll Never Tell You
The words burnt in my throat as I sat there, unable to vocalize what I so
desperately want to say. I knew I’d be smothered by your charm but I was lost
in you and that’s funny cos I knew exactly what I would have said.
I would have told you that I want you, in more ways than one. Everytime
you leave, the smile on your face leaves an imprint in my brain.
I would have told you that my heart skips a beat and butterflies take
over in my stomach when I hear from you. Or see your name pop up on my screen.
I would have told you that you ignited something in me. Something that
caused a flutter in all of me.
I would have told you that I want to sit on your kitchen counter as you
make toast and eggs at 6 in the morning.
I would have told you that I miss your weird sense of humour that used
to make me laugh so hard as u regale me with your stories.
I would have told you that I miss that smirk on your face when you win
the weird conversations we had.
I would have told you that I want to feel your arms around me or your
hand on my back as you guide me through the crowded streets.
I would have told you that I love your flaws (as bountiful as they may
be cos I sure as hell ain’t perfect) and that I love our differences though
they can be a pain at times.
I would have told you that I want to learn something new about you everyday
because I want to be able to say, one day, that I know all of you.
I would have told you that I want to curl up in bed with you as we
watch movies at midnight with our legs tangled in the sheets.
I would have told you that I want to be what you reach for when you
wake up in the middle of the night.
I would have told you that sometimes it’s easy to not get affected by
you and what you do/say but yet at times, it’s the hardest shit ever.
And finally, I would have told you that I want to make you happy.
In the simplest form of these words, I won't chase after you when you walk away.
Nora
Friday, March 21, 2014
Downfall: Pizza and Donut
It wouldn't matter if I'm full. So long as there's food within sight, my hands will automatically reach out and even though my tummy will be screaming in agony, I can hear my mouth/tongue giving off an evil laugh.
As I grew older, I know I had to find a way somehow. But hey, I don't live in a bloody fairy tale where everything works out the way I want it to so of course I haven't found that balance. Although I have to say that I'm a tad better at it now than I was 10 years ago.
But the two things that I can NEVER resist are pizza and donuts, especially pizza.
Yes, I know that a slice of the worst pizza that exists has 2000 calories in it. That's almost double my daily calorie intake! But who can resist that yummy looking slice of awesomeness?!
I can almost taste it in my mouth now... Pepperoni on melting cheese that stretches like crazy as you take a bite into that soft chewy dough. The tomato paste oozing out as your teeth sinks into it and the waft of delicious passes through your nostrils.
But who am I kidding? I'm FAMOUS for my sweet tooth and of course a day is not complete until I've had something sweet. Donuts, together with pizzas, will be my downfall.
Do you like the basic sugar-coated one? Or maybe the chocolate sprinkles? How about the oreo-covered one? Peanut butter?
I wish I can say I like ONE specific type but I don't.
I BLOODY LIKE ALL OF THEM!
If I was in the food industry, I know the one thing that would be on the top of my list.
PIZZA DONUT! Or maybe DONUT PIZZA!
Before you start sniggering and giving me grief about being a glutton, just take a second and think about it. It would be brilliant to have two of my favourite food (and a lot of other people too!) combined into one.
Hugs,
Nora
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Things You Taught Me That You Weren't Aware Of
You were the one who taught me that
attraction at first sight is not a myth and that attraction can last for years.
I know this cos everytime we meet, I feel that same pull towards you no matter
how much I tell myself that it doesn’t exist.
You were the one who taught me not
to look at the world with rose-tinted glasses. Your experiences and stories of
what you went through had me in stitches but they also taught me not to be naïve
and sheltered simply cos I live in a safe country.
You were the one who taught me how
easy it is to compartmentalize and walk away, no strings attached. The minimal
actions you took broke my heart and shattered my dignity.
You were the one who taught me that
I shouldn’t settle. In your own twisted way, you showed me that if it’s not right,
I should walk away. The guilt I felt turned into a lesson that was worth more
than a million bucks.
You were the one who taught me that
it is possible to want all of someone and nothing at the same time. That new
experience is a terrible feeling and I certainly hope never to feel that again.
You were the one who taught me how
much I despise myself – for being hopeless and useless when it comes to
you - yet try to be that fierce independent
woman.
You were the one who taught me that
I was right all this while and I should have trusted my instincts right from
the start.
Now that I’ve learnt, will I apply the lessons
or continue letting you teach me?.jpg)
Hugs,
Nora
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