Obsession

I finally got a new samsung flip phone.

Now I can perfect my drama queen act by snapping the phone shut after every single conversation. Plus that's what they all use in those Korean dramas I have very recently developed an obsession with.

Yes, I confess. I have crossed over to the dreamy, teary-eyed soap opera loving side of humanity. Bordering on obsession.

I think we all need obsessions. I know I do. Maybe having something to occupy the mind completely gives me a false sense of security. A reason to keep on going. Or maybe it just keeps life interesting. Which is why I move from one obsession to the other.

Be it a movie. A good novel. Or Kim Rae-Won (at the moment, haha).

Fortunately in my case it is almost always short-lived. I probably have the attention span of a 5 year-old.

Damsel in Distress

I am back on land. After spending a few days offshore. Stranded in the middle of the South China Sea with 98 men. Thank god for my female colleague. Though being one of the only ladies on board definitely has its own merits. I was treated like a princess.

Now who ever conjured up that thing called gender equality? Truth to be told, I do not want to be treated as equals with the scruffy lesser kind. Not when I can get my way simply because I'm of the fairer sex.

Ask any girl. We are all guilty of it. The damsel in distress guise.

We put on the most miserable look while struggling to get our bags up the stairs, until the guy passing by just can't help but stop and offer a hand. We flash a bimbo-ish look while trying to squeeze into the next lane.. into getting our way on those jam-packed roads. We get them to give up their seats for us, open the door for us, get our coats for us. Ain't it wonderful being a girl?

It never fails. The DID guise works every single time. Almost. Fluster, mumble incomprehensible words, sulk and paint some misery on that pretty face.. and voila! Maybe deep down all men want to be that gallant knight in shining armor, rushing to our rescue.

Chivalry never goes out of style.

C'est Moi

The world revolves around me. Or so it seems. At least that's what the great minds behind this quiz have to say about me.

Creative. Me. Dreamy. Me. Dramatic. Definitely me. Expressive. Sure. But individualistic? Now, who would have thought..

Then again, come to think of it.. Is that not how all us humans operate? We are all self-involved. Every single one of us. Okay, maybe not mothers. You know the whole unconditional mother's love mantra. But as for the rest of us mere mortals, every single thing we do, no matter how charitable we think it maybe, is actually in the interest of our very own good. Really. Think about it.

So, yeah.. I guess I am indeed an Individualist.

You Are the Individualist

You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable. You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.

All Heart

Hearts are so easily broken. Yet we patch it up together again, only to fall for it once more. Handing it over for someone to carelessly rip it apart. Yet again.

Sometimes you step back and wonder if it's worth it. All this pain. You break people's hearts. People break your heart. But at the end of the day, that's what makes you who you are. It's the hearts you touch.

Inevitably, here it comes again. Valentine's Day. Just around the corner.

And no, I am not one of those cynical people who view it as just another commercial holiday cooked up by greeting card companies. No. I do believe in romance. In those love at first sight, butterflies in your stomach, heart skipping a beat moments. The whole works. When in love, suddenly all those timeless cliches seem to make sense.

It's true. Love is where cliches meet reality. The fact is, deep down we are all hopeless romantics.

Falling Rain

I realised today how much I am drawn to water. The serenity of a lake. The melodic rush of a stream stepping over pebbles and stones. The majestic rumble and teasing spraymists of a waterfall. But most of all the sea. Be it the calm fairweather deep or those stormy gigantic waves. Even the rain brings me joy.

Il pleut dans mon coeur. It rains in my heart. Always.

Funny isn't it? How so many people see the rain as a somber, gloomy thing. Or worse, are simply indifferent to it. But I find it most exhilarating. Walking in the rain leaves me enchanted. By the raindrops. The overcast sky. The fresh after-rain smell.

I shared the umbrella with a friend today. And seeing how elated I was simply walking in the rain put a smile on her face. Joy is infectious. Suddenly we were both awed by the falling rain. Just like innocent children, seeing the world through curious eyes.

See. It's the little things in life that count.