when God is smiling on me…

This week is a wild roller coaster ride, nothing seemed right and well everything seems to be jumping in the wrong direction, Tantrums, mood swings, anger, laughter, joy, love and of course HAHA…

But there is really a few things to be smiling about and that is i am finally able to get back to my normal routine, heading to the gym on 1, 3, 5 swimming on 2, 4 and running during the weekends. It really feels good to have my life back on track, There were some reasons that caused me to deviate from my routine. First it was that i hurt my wrist and also the horrendous fall from the bicycle while in Ubin with Bin and Wilson. Next is of course the addition of another person into my life, this is both bitter sweet. Some things have to be sacrificed to really make this to work i won’t mention what but i really think that it was worth it and on my part i really need to be stable emotionally. *HINT : girls are GREAT thinkers* Finally now i am able to mold my routine into her BZ work load. It sure takes a lot of patience and trial and error but finally i am able to do it as of course this is not the end for i do not plan to end it here we still have a long road to walk many chapters to be written.

But with this new addition into my life, i really feel more matured and sensible. My perspective has really widen give and that is really important and so is communication. It really feels like there are nothing that we could not talk about. Even more sensitive issues such as $$, passion and lifestyle are all topics put out on the table. Communication is the key, i can feel the need of my presence, i have made my presence into laughter and joy. I know my presence is able to correct all pain and fill all holes. i feel your need, and i am glad of that.

You made God smile on me and for that i thank you, my angel.

happy hour

Tonight’s drink : water.

It’s raining in around my place this few days, and it’s a peaceful sort of rain. As if home is so inexperienced with weather, it doesn’t know how to have a proper storm. A little jingle from a wind chime here, a little puddle on a street corner there, and -look out- it’s getting wild and woolly. It’s sort of endearing.

A lot has changed this past few months. Enough to make it feel as if before were another life. In some sense, it was for me. I feel like I have died, gone to hell, and rose from the dead to get here now.

Recently i was reading NEWSWEEK and the are running a story about research from a London scientist concerning intelligence of the sexes. Adrian Furnham studies perceived intelligence.

HE SAYS he found that “women, across the world, tend to underplay their intelligence, while men overstate it. Men are more confident about their IQ. These studies show that on average, women underestimate their IQ scores by about five points while men overestimate their own IQs. Since these studies were international in scope, the results were essentially the same whether women were from Argentina, America, Britain, Japan or Zimbabwe.” Not only that, but Furnham says that both genders tend to believe that their fathers are smarter than their mothers and grandfathers are more intelligent than their grandmothers. And guess what? Parents tend to think their sons are brighter than their daughters.”

The really funny part is that this perception of greater ability is probably allowing underperforming men to beat smarter women for jobs.

“Men aren’t more clever or smarter. But since they think they are, they are more confident about their abilities. These self-beliefs, however, may be highly adaptive. Who gets a job? A bright woman who doesn’t think she’s smart, or a not-so-bright man who believes he’s capable of anything? Arrogance and hubris are not attractive qualities, but confident, self-belief may be.”

SO GUESS WHAT CHARLOTTE !! i am smarter that you although you might be smarter than me… !

special “恋爱”…

Don’t forget memories, but don’t let memories hold you in the past when you have a perfectly good future with me. What it means to indulge, you choose me from the rest because i am different from the rest of the others in the queue. It started out with a mere crush, and here we are writing pages with new entries every time our eyes meet. I might not be the best looking, might not be the cutest, i might not be the smartest, but i am sure i am the one who cares the most. I did not fell in love with your looks, i did not fall in love with your numerous talents, neither did i fall in love with what u have. But i actually realised i fell in love with you as time went by.

I am not able to give you a tangible answer as to why i liked you, but as days passed i realised that there are more to meet the eye with you. With you, it is like a bag of secrets when i put my hand in, and try to pull out something, it would always be different. You heart is like a bottomless pit until now i am not able to see the end of it. When i hope to be your personal diary, it seems to be a lot of difficulty to write on me. I believe it take time to open up, but will time her if you are not trying?

Remember “FOOTPRINTS”? the foot prints on the sand. why would you choose to walk alone when it is easier to lean on me. There is a difference with being selfless and selfish, there might not be much i can do, if you tell me your problems. But at least i can listen. If me being here and you do not feel supported in any way, at least let me feel that you need me.

Seeing you is never enough, after a goodbye, i feeling of miss is quick to fill the void where you should be, and so right now as i am typing this entry. I am missing you right now, Finally i have tear for you, ask me why i will tell you.

To understand the truth you have to be the truth

When people of all walks of life congregate at an area, we call this a gathering. When a couple whisper sweet nothings, it is known as flirting. To some it might be groggy and over the top. But to the people involved it is sweet, wonderful and passionate.

We are all clear with the phrase “nice guys finish last”, was reading Robin’s blog awhile back and saw the post on nice guys. I admit i was guilty of being a nice guy in the past. The more i read it the more i see myself doing it, do we all really have to be jerks to really be noticed by girls?

Pretty girls are so used to people being nice to them, and the are constantly looking for that rebellious, hard to get tough guy. Nice Guys go overboard. They bring roses to a “lets get together for coffee” date. They try to buy her affections with presents and fancy things. They think they know about romance, but their timing is all wrong, and they either come-on too strong, too hard and too fast, OR, they are so shy and unassertive, that they hang around pretending to be “friends”, in the hope that somehow, someway, they will get the courage up to ask her out for a “date”.

You see the difference. Nice guys are full of insecurity, INSECURITY IS NOT SEXY !!! – ITS A TURN OFF. Girls want to see your passions, they want to see what you can do to boost her position on the social ladder and mark my words, girls would and could climb over walls to get that perfect guy.

NICE GUYS are so desperate to please that they put aside their own needs, and place the object of their desire on a pedestal. Instead of appreciating her, they worship her, and when things become too much of a burden the guy breaks down and think that he cannot take it anymore, *POOF* goes the relationship.

I am not saying do not be the nice guy, but once in a while we need a nice guy in all of us. Girls need to feel needed too, they need the feel that you love them more than anything else in the world. You need to stroke their Huge EGO, But we need to revert back that not every time we can give in. Logic must still come first and we have to understand our needs before we can go on the fulfill the needs of others. We must know when to give, when to show our temper *not too much* and when to whisper sweet nothings.

The nice guy -needs- to believe that he is the best person for the object of his desires, because otherwise his insecurities will overrun him with jealousies and fear. The truth of the matter is that there are many people out there who can be a good match for her. We rarely stop loving people we truly care about. We can (and do) love many people in our lives, and romantic love is really no different. Though he may love her immensely, there will likely be other people who had, can and would love her just as much in her past, present and will love her just as much in the future. Thus it all boils down to whether you are able to show her what difference you are to other guys.

You don’t have to be an ego-inflated, arrogant jerk. You just have to LIKE yourself. You have to know what you want out of life, and go after it. Only then will you be attractive to the kind of woman with whom a long-term relationship is possible.

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