Have you ever blamed someone else for your own mistake before? Pushed the blame to an innocent to make yourself seem right? Tempted to do so before? Did so in the heat of the moment and regretted later but it was too late/made you look stupid?
I, am not all of the above. If I am in the wrong, I admit it. If I’m in the wrong but feel mighty angry, I’ll bring up something stupid that you did to make you look equally bad/stupid. Haha.
My Mum, my Dad, AND my annoying Brother, does as per the 1st paragraph. My Mum likes to blame the bad feng shui or karma that another person incurred. My Dad likes to blame everyone else but himself. My Bro blames everyone but himself AND blames his bad karma (His past must have been that of a tyrant – he claims).
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint – sometimes I do get tempted to blame another for my wrong – but I stop, take a deep breath and THINK before I speak. Because, playing the Blame Game gets me nowhere but only leads to more animosity. So whenever I’m in the wrong – I shut up and swallow it.
On to the next topic (Unrelated to the above yeah!).
I feel empty and hollow. I can’t sleep at night. I close my eyes but my mind runs – I am still conscious although my eyes are closed. Too much free time? I’ve Facebooked til I’m bored, play stupid Net games til I’m bored, play with my dog til I’m bored and tanned by the sun, did the housework but don’t feel tired, my skin is dry and rough due to soaping the bathrooms, the dog’s compound, etc. Suddenly it’s too quiet – my phone doesn’t buzz at all all day and night. I’ve shopped (online), got my new clothes (all in satisfactory condition) and I’m not happy. I don’t feel fulfilled or satisfied. It’s like I’m losing my zest for life. I can’t sleep at night. DON’T WANT to wake up in the morning to face another empty day. It’s empty, hollow and void. Everyday I wake up feeling like a drone: Do the same routine everyday. Brush teeth, eat breakfast, feed dog, clean dog, feed fish, read newspaper, Facebook, do some housework, have some bread with peanut butter and jam, Facebook, then watch abit of TV before I try to sleep.
Remember I mentioned that I am writing fiction? Well, I have no inspiration at the moment. Where does my my inspiration come from? I used to think it was from the soundtracks I listen to, but it’s more than that. I need to have some sort of EMOTION – not being a mere wide awake zombie – to be creative. If I have no emotion – how can I make my character have emotion? I believe that would make for a very boring story! You just know when reading a story whether the author had fun writing it or not.
I don’t know what to do. I feel like crying out of boredom – but I can’t. I want to eat all the Baskin Robbins ice-cream there is – but I’ll just get fat. I want to go shopping at malls for jeans and some heels and underwear but no one’s available to accompany me.
I hate longggggggg holidays!!!!!! Yes, yes, I’m looking for jobs but I’m not really interested somehow… My spirit can be described in one word: Evanescence.
I remember the times when I had my homies to accompany me, be it movies, window shopping, or plain hanging out ie: yamcha. Now one homie is working 5 days a week and stays FAR AWAY, and one probably hates me and sees me as rotten. Probably like a racecar driver and his defunct car, or a tennis player with his broken racquet, or me with a stupid dog who was selfish and ignorant which is now pliant and affectionate – it doesn’t work and I can’t grow to “love” her anymore. She has done too much to ever let me see her in a new light. My perception of her is now set – it’s really hard for me to change my mind now. No matter what good or smart thing she does – I can’t smile for her as I do for someone who I really love and adore. (I’m talking about my DOGS okay.) Perhaps she knows it too – whenever she shows some affection – it isn’t done in confidence. She does it because she needs the few kind words or gentle touch on her head – not because she WANTS to be affectionate of her own free will – she doesn’t really have a CHOICE to be affectionate or not – it’s either do or don’t get ANY ATTENTION AT ALL.
Some examples:
1. I walk past by – not in their direction, but to do something else -they happen to be by the way, I -
Aeris: I go over to her where she is and cuddle her. She doesn’t even look in my direction – she knows I will come for her. She rolls around happily when I say her name. When I call for her, she bounds over with her tail held up high (curved over her back – sign of extreme confidence in dogs
) and when she reaches me, she twists and rubs her body against me like a cat (her tail now wags side to side like a whip), or stand on her hind legs to lick my face. Finally she sits as close as possible to me, then turns around once or twice to lick my face, then waits for me to give her daily “massage” ie: pinching her cheeks, smacking her cheeks, hug her, cuddle her, kiss her – all manner of being affectionate. You got something she wants? She will do whatever you want her to do. (Sometimes I like to tease her by NOT giving the ball to her when she has done what I told her to do
Then she tilts her head one side, wrinkling her forehead and looks at me like saying “What?? I did all you told me to, where’s the ball????????”)
Chyna: I don’t bother to go over to her as I past her by. The most I’ll do is say “Hello girl”. She wags her tail in anticipation everytime I’m around and looks in my direction shyly (Eyes look up, then down, then up – like checking to see if I’m coming for her.). If I do stop and call to her, she comes over wagging her tail and trots slowly over, head bowed all the time and then sits in front of me. When I pet her head, she closes her eyes at the motion (Pat, close, open. Pat, close, open.) She wasn’t like this when she was in her younger years. She is a German Pointer – an active and extremely energetic hunting dog. She was like a wild cat! She didn’t bother about anyone or anything – except herself. When you called to her, she only came if she’s not interested in something else, or ignores you totally. When you are affectionate with her – she didn’t bother to be affectionate back. She just lay there like a freaking cat! When you’ve got something she wants (Eg: a ball) – she never learnt how to wait (except now). She jumps right in your face and makes a grab for it. Can’t get it? Jump again!
And now I shall try to go to bed – it’s 2a.m now.Good night.
Just for fun 



