a woman's worth
on most days, i'd like to think that women are improved versions of homosapiens, since God made us after the men. so of course, God being God, He'd most certainly made us more adept in certain ways.
the most obvious example would be that women possess complex emotions. so perhaps this is why i detest having to describe my mood in overtly simplistic personality tests. (happy? sad? angry?)
well, let's just say that i'm nostalgically joyful tinged with a slight hint of melancholy, edged with underlying bitterness and a sharp dose of pain.
for men, it's a pretty simple affair, the emotions game. there's no rollercoaster rides, no hybrids, no venn diagrams where feelings overlap. only mutually exclusive classes of emotions. they occur all at the same time, but more likely one after the other, with long intervals of lull in between. e.g: (note: in the following order of events)
"warlao eh referee kayu!" this would be ANGER.
"man, this mee goreng damn shiok." this would be PLEASURE.
"fwah. hot stuff ah that babe!" this would be HORNY.
and most of the time, guys are pretty placid and easy-going creatures. u don't see em going around with sullen faces, incomprehensible demeanours and crazy mood swings. basically, u can easily tell how the guy is feelin by wat he says and how he acts. wat u see is wat u get. of course, unless he is one of those drama-queen metrosexual type then we must foray deeper into another aspect of the analysis.
for girls, it's excruciatingly complicated. just be lookin at her, u can never guess wat the woman is thinking or feeling, cos the two is often contradictory. like, she may look all dandy on the outside, but she could actually be feelin rather suicidal and engage in self-mutilation in the toilet.
she may also complain that she looks like shit today, but most likely she's pretty damn confident of her new killer heels and is just waiting for you to tell her this:
"no la, where got? u look chio today wat. hey nice heels by the way!"
then she'll still continue to sulk, stomp her feet, whine bout her fat thighs, invisible cellulite and insist that her 24-inch waist is expanding to that of lydia sum's proportions. but secretly, evry cell in her body is jiggling with delight and gloating gloriously.
or you could ask her how she is lately. then she'll say that she's okay lah fine thank you. when u thought that that's it, she'll throw you a i-don't-wanna-say-but-well-IF-you-wanna-know... look, and a meaningful stare that strongly hints for you to probe further.
nonchalance on the exterior, but really pure misery and loneliness that's dying to burst forth and smother you in her sob stories and lamentations bout the unfairness of Life, jerkass ways of her boyfriend, and that bitch of a salesgirl who handed her a L size skirt instead of an M.
of course, these are just frivolous examples. the more basic ones. when u delve deeper into the mysterious psyche of us femme fatales (yes, even that mousy lookin girl in the library), you'll realise that we're made of emotions. in out left right centre up down, full of em. and they're so abundant,rich, colourful and all mixed-up. thus, the aura that we emanate. be careful, it could kill you a mile away.
so handle us with care, won't you? will do you a hell lotta good.
the most obvious example would be that women possess complex emotions. so perhaps this is why i detest having to describe my mood in overtly simplistic personality tests. (happy? sad? angry?)
well, let's just say that i'm nostalgically joyful tinged with a slight hint of melancholy, edged with underlying bitterness and a sharp dose of pain.
for men, it's a pretty simple affair, the emotions game. there's no rollercoaster rides, no hybrids, no venn diagrams where feelings overlap. only mutually exclusive classes of emotions. they occur all at the same time, but more likely one after the other, with long intervals of lull in between. e.g: (note: in the following order of events)
"warlao eh referee kayu!" this would be ANGER.
"man, this mee goreng damn shiok." this would be PLEASURE.
"fwah. hot stuff ah that babe!" this would be HORNY.
and most of the time, guys are pretty placid and easy-going creatures. u don't see em going around with sullen faces, incomprehensible demeanours and crazy mood swings. basically, u can easily tell how the guy is feelin by wat he says and how he acts. wat u see is wat u get. of course, unless he is one of those drama-queen metrosexual type then we must foray deeper into another aspect of the analysis.
for girls, it's excruciatingly complicated. just be lookin at her, u can never guess wat the woman is thinking or feeling, cos the two is often contradictory. like, she may look all dandy on the outside, but she could actually be feelin rather suicidal and engage in self-mutilation in the toilet.
she may also complain that she looks like shit today, but most likely she's pretty damn confident of her new killer heels and is just waiting for you to tell her this:
"no la, where got? u look chio today wat. hey nice heels by the way!"
then she'll still continue to sulk, stomp her feet, whine bout her fat thighs, invisible cellulite and insist that her 24-inch waist is expanding to that of lydia sum's proportions. but secretly, evry cell in her body is jiggling with delight and gloating gloriously.
or you could ask her how she is lately. then she'll say that she's okay lah fine thank you. when u thought that that's it, she'll throw you a i-don't-wanna-say-but-well-IF-you-wanna-know... look, and a meaningful stare that strongly hints for you to probe further.
nonchalance on the exterior, but really pure misery and loneliness that's dying to burst forth and smother you in her sob stories and lamentations bout the unfairness of Life, jerkass ways of her boyfriend, and that bitch of a salesgirl who handed her a L size skirt instead of an M.
of course, these are just frivolous examples. the more basic ones. when u delve deeper into the mysterious psyche of us femme fatales (yes, even that mousy lookin girl in the library), you'll realise that we're made of emotions. in out left right centre up down, full of em. and they're so abundant,rich, colourful and all mixed-up. thus, the aura that we emanate. be careful, it could kill you a mile away.
so handle us with care, won't you? will do you a hell lotta good.
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