Man vs Woman

I've been chatting on this thread in WLYN when the topic suddenly veered to men's choice of wives and their nationalities.

Ever the competitor, I jumped right into the fray and pitched in my two-pence point of view.

Hence the small debate war begun.

This poor chap was whining over how women are getting so picky over looks and/or materialistic, and generally being feminist. Another tried to poke at my stand by asking if I would ask a man to carry my handbag 0_o.

Most of them were neutral about Man vs Woman, but now most of the neutral ones have bowed out and thus left only those who revered the ancient times where Man were overlords and women but toys and additions to harems. *Sigh*


My latest reply went like this:

It seems that the rising amount of 'rebel cases' where girls are picking
guys instead, have overshadowed the truth that there are still more percentage
of men who are picky over their partner of the opposite sex as compared to the
women.

One guy from the minority rallies, and all the other poor buggers come
marching in. Still doesn't take away the fact that it was the guys who did this
alpha omega, I am Man hear me roar thing since the beginning lol. Courtship is
after all the oldest dance ever existed and its the survival of the fittest.

We women are just following suit.

I am Woman hear me roar!!!

Well its true, isn't it? All I can say is, its the era of survival of the fittest, and men will just have to get used to the fact that women are finally catching up.

Also, you'll have to obey the natural order of things - If you are not very pleasant looking, please do not expect a drop-dead gorgeous person of the opposite sex to give you the time of the day with your pathetic attempt to get into their pants or skirts. I don't just sashay my way up to a hunk or real cutie and chat them up, expecting them to fall at my feet, you know. I don't chat them up, period.

Of course, when it comes to affairs of the heart, women are still at an disadvantage, sadly. Once their hearts have been captured... All reasonings will be shown the door, repercussions be damned.


“Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?” - George Sand

Awakenings.

Author's sidenotes: Yes, I've finally changed the layout to a much simpler, bugfree one. Hooray!

*Touches keyboard awkwardly* Well ok, it's not as if I don't touch it every single day at work, but to blog? *Shakes head* Can't say I'm used to it anymore. I'm a lil... afraid.

These months past, I've gotten used to bottling my emotions inside me once again, that when they threaten to spill over, I usually direct them to an, more often than not, unhealthy outlet.

So yeah, even though the words now come easily to me as if I've never stopped blogging, I'm afraid. Petrified even, that my emotions might betray me, make me feel exposed, vulnerable.


I'd prefer to do without that particular piece of emotion.


What drove me to writing in particular today, was the foolishness of Man. How is it that God created Man who generally (not all, per se; I meant generally) only cherish what they've lost and can't have?

When it all boils down to a choice between what they've lost and what they can't have, Man, whose curiosity are piqued, will be more desirous of what they can't have; a toy that slipped past their fingers and noticed again when dangled infront of them.

And why is it that the sands of Time tend to lend a fairytale-like touch to a faded, distant memory?

I guess there's definitely two sides of a coin to mull over.

Through a series of events in my momentus life, I'd learnt to never take affairs of the heart for granted anymore.

Yet, albeit having tasted the sweetest drop of ambrosia that only Love can provide, I'd also ridden the dark unrelenting storm of depression and anguish.

I barely lived to tell the tale; My battle armour torn and tattered, damages irreparable.

Those experiences were what made me a coward who plead for Love to favour me with another opportunity at its ambrosia, but also afraid to fight for it.

In the past, I would step into Love's battlefield with my sword drawn from its sheath, the moment wedging a warcry out of me, but now, once the enemies appear, I would thrust my sword into the sand and get knocked down to my knees.

Past wounds and battle scars have affected me too greatly to revive the fervour I used to possess, yet the allure of charging back into the battlefield in search of that... something, is undeniable.

Yes, you could say I've at least ventured a try, but did that make me any different from the unappreciative Man I've described above?


No... We're all just fools for love. I'm still searching for that something to light up my path.


"…The heavens, as troubled with man’s act, Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock ‘t is day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is ‘t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?"

P.S: By the way, to the person who requested me to change my MSN tagline if it was on him, to which I had to lie partially through my teeth(it was about him and also another man) to say it wasn't, here's this: I AM a better woman without you! :D