Few hours past 2008, how's the beginning?
Some having hangover from yseterday's heavy partying; some got a shiok seeing where he/she is located at this morning; some woke up fresh and happy that he/she is alive; some planning on what to do for the rest of the day ..... many other possibilities of course.
It was fun last nite, although i din go out and party @ any countdown event but it was equally fun @ home with my cats. Walked out to my balcony at midnight, look left, look right, WOW i can see fireworks from 5 different places! not bad! and i heard ppl shouted HAPPY NEW YEAR! that's so cool!! :) Yeah i live at a place with funky ppl!! how cool is that :)
Have u read an article mentioned that MAN is proven to be a visual animal? haha guys, admit it!! Nonetheless, ladies are too, in today's society. Well who doesn't like to see beautiful scene, pretty people? :) But dun forget, there's always the ugly side of the most beautiful scene and most gorgeous person on earth ... and the ugliest scene will one day be a beautiful spot thousands of people adores and the ugliest duckling u think will become a gorgeous swan one day. Just feel it with ur heart and not just see it with ur eyes.
Read this on iVillage, think we should learn from it !!
5 relationship resolutions to keep this 2008
I will learn to say "next!"
Plain and simple, the world is full of men. Everywhere you turn, there's a man. Look — there goes one now! A wise woman once told me that men are like city buses: If you miss one, there will always be another. I decided that, from now on, I would not assign any man too much meaning too early on. I am not going to worry that I won't find "it" again. I will not worry that I'll end up in a rocking chair surrounded by cats and empty wine bottles. I will remember that there will always be another.
I will expect more and tolerate less
Not all men are self-loathing, egocentric, cheating bastards. In fact, most people have a lot more good to them than bad, and by and large, will live up to the expectations you set for them. Not since junior high have I worried that a friend would hurt or disappoint me. But with men, it's been a constant fear. I realized that this was all because of expectations. If I did not expect — or even demand — that a man treat me right, he probably wasn't going to. I'm not talking about princessy stuff here, like buying me dinner or calling by Tuesday if he wants to see me on Saturday. I'm talking about basic good treatment. Like following through with plans. Or being aware of my feelings. Or not leaving his cell phone on another girl's nightstand and telling me he'd lost it. You know, common consideration. And when common consideration is breached?
I will get busy
Because men are wired differently and may as well live in a different time zone, playing the "why hasn't he called?" game is a guaranteed express trip to Crazytown. Why hasn't he called? Who knows? But I do know that I should be too busy to worry about it. Untapped potential was like my emotional saddlebags — unattractive even if no one noticed it but me. I resolved to make plans, resurrect my hobbies and spend my time doing and thinking and being. If he calls, great! If not, I will be way too occupied with all my fabulous self-fulfillment to notice.
I will not play it cool
To keep myself from feeling exposed and vulnerable, I'd gotten very good at using the phrase "that's okay" when it was really, really not okay. There were so many times I didn't get angry when I should have, for fear of coming off as too emotional or unhinged. Well, you know what? Unhinge this! If the situation calls for it, and the difference between sucking it up and having a bit of a blowup could be months of festering in a foul mood, I'm going to let him have it. The same goes for positive emotions. If a man does something to delight me, I'm going to act delighted. Forget cool sophistication! And if he gets weirded out by all of my emoting?
I will lighten up
The pursuit and maintenance of coupling may have made me do surprising things, but even more astounding was what it made me forget. I am pretty damn awesome. I am funny and talented, and I look pretty smokin' in jeans and stilettos. Getting caught up in the worry of trying to please a man, and working overtime to postpone an inevitable breakup is a huge time-waster. And a killjoy. A man's opinion of me is not more important that my own opinion of myself, so I shouldn't take it so seriously. I will remember to laugh more, worry less and like who I am — man or no man — and to redirect some of that energy into pleasing myself.
GIRLS, develop urself in different ways!!
