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04 May 2007

aimez-moi, aimez-moi pas..


"...you just need to be gutsy about it, that's all!"

Having said that, K turned her attention to her boyfriend and playfully licked her odd-shaped lips.Their eyes flirted...i could swear to Anna Nicole Smith that i saw cupids prancing around them.She then turned to me again and gave a smirk before excusing herself.

Only those who knew K well was able to identify in a heartbeat that there must be some modicum of guilt beneath that smile.

A guilt of a perfidious wife...

Although the meeting with K took place a couple years ago at a shindig i attended to, but what she had said to me that night still lingers till this very day.

These ramblings of mine are not always poetic, but more outpourings of my observations and feelings.And this page are not gonna be dedicated to K, coz i've tucked our relationship away just like a shriveled lime and a run dry tequila.No, not because of what she did, but because we have all moved on.

Just last week, my husband returned from work and told me that one of his colleague was in a foul mood as his wife apparently left him for a famous footballer.I wasn't surprised.What's new i thought.The volume of divorces registered every year increases more rapidly than the tsunami.Wives cheating on their husband...,it is no longer a taboo.

"..if i ever caught you doing the same thing, i am sure to disfigure your looks!"
The hubba-bubba then went straight to hit the shower, not before he gave me a bear look.Trust me, having married to this man for eight years, i knew that that look means business.And as he whisked passed me, i murmured, "..chauvinist!.."

Throughout the generations, women have been often seen as the weaker sex.We have to be the pristine and proper one and almost not allowed to create a cacophonous.If you agree to that..move aside fucker, that descry is already a passé.Nowadays, women go out to work too. We can do as much as the men can (minus the jobs that need bull strength). Though women are not to be seen as an egotistic animal, however, we all have our self esteem needs too. We need compliments for things well done, for words well said, for looking good. So applaud us. We will be emotionally satisfied.

But what happened when overtimes women are not fed well with emotional needs from our significant half? And let's not get started here on how selfish our man can be sometimes most of the times when comes to our orgasmic pleasure.And what happened when women had enough of being the house "maid" (instead of "mate")?
For some, they decided to throw in the towel and go with the cliché, "if you can't beat them, join them".

So, who actually created infidelity? It's a subject that requires wide opinions.I am not gonna give any of my two-cents on this.

I can be evil at times (flowers wilt, puppies howl and everything i touch rots).I cuss' and swear like the scumbag next door.And i may be holding cigarette in between my fingers.But, a part of me still wants to hang on to my fuddy-duddy self.

No matter how gutsy i can become one day, i can't see myself joining the forces of the phenomenon.Even if it means i am not gonna get much appraisal or some lustful sex from the husband.I can live with that.

But i know, there are bound to be people out there (especially the bastard-coated bastards with bastard fillings ones!)whom will be whistling their envies. Fuck 'em, i say!

Throughout the years, i've learnt that marriage is a messy compromise-machine whose best fuel is trust, and it would be better off.Perhaps then, we would know how human, how vulnerable, how sacred and how beautiful we all are.
Unless you wanna contribute to the divorce statistics or worse still, having your face washed off by some acidic substances lah.


On a totally different note here: did you watch American Idol last night?sheesh, amazing, how Jon Bon Jovi can still make women moist.









Hello, I'm Marlina.
born in ninety-seventy-nine.
an introverted extrovert.
a part-time adult,
always a full-time rock star kid at heart.
And..and.. I am sexy.



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