<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904</id><updated>2012-02-23T21:51:34.081+08:00</updated><category term='Chronicles'/><category term='HRC'/><category term='Piece of Cloud'/><category term='SYDC'/><category term='Soka'/><category term='Dota'/><category term='Pissed'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Wtf'/><category term='SDN'/><category term='Mesmerize'/><category term='General'/><category term='Dear'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Piece of Lard'/><category term='Cloudism'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Mousy Mouse'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Event'/><category term='Label'/><category term='News'/><category term='Somber'/><category term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>CloUdiSm</title><subtitle type='html'>Bullsh!t from a New-Age Narcissistic Vampire Mage

Vampire

A vampire is a human being who has died and been resurrected by certain supernatural means and endowed with certain super natural abilities and limitations. When you have died emotionally and returned alive, what doesn't kills you makes you stronger and in fact, you are a vampire. - yunhaier</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>927</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3056039152511560444</id><published>2012-02-23T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T21:51:34.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Stability and Relationship (Part II)</title><content type='html'>And so yunhaier continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a quote from Barbara DeAngelis that goes something like this: &lt;b&gt;"Love is a choice you make from moment to moment"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would ought to understand that relationship is not something that is &lt;i&gt;given&lt;/i&gt;, but rather something that spawn out of the natural consequence of love. And since that is not merely a symbolic representation of a choice; we in fact make our daily choices to decide how we want to deal with our relationship - from drudgery to the highly complex issues in love. Our personal attitude could decide the course of action, our response and reaction to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, choices are only meaningful if all available options are laid out like fan of cards for one to choose. The problem with this perspective is that people do not &lt;i&gt;learn &lt;/i&gt;certain attitude/behavior in love because they are not taught (and reinforced regularly) by both life and their early childhood environment, thus these 'options' just minors from the original deck of cards. For example, if one's parents are not particularly expressive/romantic lovers, it can be hard for someone to adopt this stance of loving expression unless the child's experience has contact of such nature of expression AND actively decides that he/she wants to incorporate this single card into their 'overall deck'. Perhaps the child learns 'duty', 'responsibility' and/or 'a being provider' well - shuffles fifteen cards that relates to stability with only one card of romance. Seriously, what are the odds of picking the romance card? And how long the wait when the card is finally picked, only to be consumed and get placed underneath the deck of cards? Another fifteen turns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance and stability are both 'cards' that can be fused into the overall deck. The key is to balance these two components so that the relationship remains fulfilling, secured and meaningful for both parties. Therefore, if you have a lot of 'stable' cards: it's time to slot more cards of romance into your deck, so as to balance things up, vice versa. Romance does not always mean giving your partner the moon; sometimes it just about doing things together and having fun in the process. And stability does not always mean financial stability - sometimes, it also mean emotional stability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance, like many things in life, is crucial to ensure longevity of love.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLEbVFmW-0/T0ZDPU8LZ9I/AAAAAAAACaw/WvVCQl3cqWo/s1600/Shuffle-cards284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLEbVFmW-0/T0ZDPU8LZ9I/AAAAAAAACaw/WvVCQl3cqWo/s320/Shuffle-cards284.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3056039152511560444?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3056039152511560444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/stability-and-relationship-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3056039152511560444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3056039152511560444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/stability-and-relationship-part-ii.html' title='Stability and Relationship (Part II)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLEbVFmW-0/T0ZDPU8LZ9I/AAAAAAAACaw/WvVCQl3cqWo/s72-c/Shuffle-cards284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4028507595238697138</id><published>2012-02-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:07:34.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Politician and Love</title><content type='html'>If Yaw Shin Leong is not an MP today - honestly, other than his wife, friends and family, who actually gives a flying damn about his infidelity (if it is actually true)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity is more common than one think it is; but once you are a politician, like it or not, there is no way you could live as an individualistic person anymore because you are constantly being judged by people, who might not even live by the same standard of their own judgement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician caught dating married woman, ah! Bad person, so he probably make a bad MP (Devil's Effect). But hey, even politician suffers the same kind of vulnerability affecting their love life. Duh, he is a human being - a man to be specific. He still needs food, sex, love and air; he is not fringing God!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yaw has been expelled from Hougang: you can read the news &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1183169/1/.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzPQ66espY/TzvX3RXfBbI/AAAAAAAACao/4xWn5QAYtxU/s1600/Yaw.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzPQ66espY/TzvX3RXfBbI/AAAAAAAACao/4xWn5QAYtxU/s320/Yaw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4028507595238697138?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4028507595238697138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/politician-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4028507595238697138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4028507595238697138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/politician-and-love.html' title='Politician and Love'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzPQ66espY/TzvX3RXfBbI/AAAAAAAACao/4xWn5QAYtxU/s72-c/Yaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6907259761825562653</id><published>2012-02-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:45:18.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Seniors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeGjVjRhN2Q/TzOxwKAIS2I/AAAAAAAACac/DmrDVvqGmLE/s1600/I+love+senior.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeGjVjRhN2Q/TzOxwKAIS2I/AAAAAAAACac/DmrDVvqGmLE/s320/I+love+senior.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6907259761825562653?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6907259761825562653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-seniors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6907259761825562653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6907259761825562653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-seniors.html' title='I love Seniors'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeGjVjRhN2Q/TzOxwKAIS2I/AAAAAAAACac/DmrDVvqGmLE/s72-c/I+love+senior.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8037719379513365765</id><published>2012-02-04T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T15:26:15.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Stability and Relationship (Part I)</title><content type='html'>The nascent of a relationship be described as a period of instability or a period of love delusion. Perhaps the madness of being in love drowns the concrete sound of rationality, where love conquers all and everything else matters little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a derisive attempt to discount the possibility of what love could do, but rather, after all that mirthful gaiety has faded, what's left is but serious contemplation of practical realism - of compatibility, needs and deep yearnings, which are ironically 'things' that ought to have iron out in a major way during the course of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not think that love actually fades like sunset, but rather, the effect of having real people interacting and getting along with one another is the litmus test to decide if this person is someone you will want to spend the rest of your life in a relatively functionable manner.&amp;nbsp;The ingredient of marriage requires components&amp;nbsp;that are&amp;nbsp;distinctively,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;not exactly&amp;nbsp;significantly, different from a&amp;nbsp;relationship. For example: stability and security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two 'Earthen' elements are&amp;nbsp;prerequisite for&amp;nbsp;any&amp;nbsp;marriage to work out decently.&amp;nbsp;However, one must understand that the stability any relationship enjoys is&amp;nbsp;NOT part of the love that comes with it; it is part of the arduous process of compromising, making adjustment or&amp;nbsp;in a nutshell:&amp;nbsp;mutually agreed way of managing the relationship that&amp;nbsp;first develops the structure for stability.&amp;nbsp;In fact stability is an illusion - all&amp;nbsp;relationship are born out of instability. Even the most perfect, compatiable partners&amp;nbsp;needs to work out a&amp;nbsp;system&amp;nbsp;to seek for&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;equilibrum in love that are acceptable to both parties.&amp;nbsp;People do not merely 'settle' in like a piece of predestinated puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One common&amp;nbsp;issue couple faced after dating for&amp;nbsp;a long period of time&amp;nbsp;is that they become accustomised to this&amp;nbsp;security provided by this stability and&amp;nbsp;for some reason, supersede&amp;nbsp;it literally as love, which is ironically&amp;nbsp;not the&amp;nbsp;case during&amp;nbsp;formative&amp;nbsp;stage&amp;nbsp;of their&amp;nbsp;relationship.&amp;nbsp;They are in fact in love with stability that the relationship provides and gradually&amp;nbsp;not being in love with their partner emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seemed to be an inverse relationship with stability and romance; for when we are loving to our partner, it creates stability (sometimes false stability)&amp;nbsp;and when&amp;nbsp;our relationship is stable, we often downplay the need to be loving partners and that generate instability. And the cycle continues&amp;nbsp;ad&amp;nbsp;infinitum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of marriage is losing its meaning in a broad sense; making vague sense of adulthood, marked as a common destination that 'most grown ups' will arrive at. After all the gusts of blessing and grand weddings - ah congrats! The real journey of love truly begins! More of the crazy things, less of the good things - especially when kids started claiming their turf in the couple's marriage; young parents start to focus on their little prince &amp;amp; princess and gradually stop loving each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your marriage/relationship like that? And what can we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will address it in Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdATTr28NdI/TyzcgrfZucI/AAAAAAAACaU/ZG3YLI6WGCU/s1600/earthsoil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdATTr28NdI/TyzcgrfZucI/AAAAAAAACaU/ZG3YLI6WGCU/s320/earthsoil.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8037719379513365765?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8037719379513365765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/stability-and-relationship-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8037719379513365765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8037719379513365765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/stability-and-relationship-part-i.html' title='Stability and Relationship (Part I)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdATTr28NdI/TyzcgrfZucI/AAAAAAAACaU/ZG3YLI6WGCU/s72-c/earthsoil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4341206193270325110</id><published>2012-02-01T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:58:38.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 010212</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Originally posted by Bubbamapic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am a guy approaching my 30s. I have been trying to find the right girl for me until now I have yet to find. I am not disclosing my race nor my nationality. All I am saying is that where I am - I am not progressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;1) I went after this girl at church. We went out for few dates. Then she said to me that she is not interested in me and we should be friends. So I agreed. however after I attended a church meeting. Her brother in law didn't like me - when I went in one of their meetings - he slammed the door to my face. And then the some of the church members became very hostile towards me. This made me discouraged to make my first move for fear of being flamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;2) I met this girl who work for a bank at a church camp. I got her phone number through the address book. I contacted her in effort to make conversation. Then her text messages became more and more longer to reply: sometime 1 day or 2 day. After 3 or 4 calls - she never pick up. I gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;3) I attend another church. Met this 25 year old girl. At first she was very nice to me. We chatted. Then she ask me out a few time but unluckily at the time my boss force me to work long hours. I had to say no. Then this other 25 year old guy at the church went after her. She became very show off to me and told me that she want this guy over me. This lady go and bargain high high price at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;4) I did work two years serving the church. Suddenly this lady - she is in her 40. She suddenly ask me out many many times. At first she needed my help to shift some furniture and escort her to church. So I gentleman escorted her. Then she became more aggressive started asking me out more often. Then the church people also wanted to match make me with her. The church leader go and make a meeting appointment for all church members but nobody turn up except this lady and me. Then she propose we go out together. I turn her down because it starting to make us look like a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am not interested in lady in (4) because I am looking for a girl who is in her late 20s or at least early 30s - I want to start a family. I got many friend who marry at 35 or 36 with wife of same age now struggling to have babies because of the age. Anyway, I know this 40 year old lady for 1 year, i know I am not interested in her because she is very different from me. Moreover she is older than me. I don't want to marry somebody older than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;5) I met this girl at the office. About 6 month ago. She broke up with her boyfriend. They had an argument and boyfriend gave her a blackeye. So i was so excited to make my move. I decided to chat more with her. At first ok. Then I decided to ask her out. Suddenly some co worker became very hostile at me. They started to mock me. She also became very unfriendly to me and treated one guy at the office better than me. After valentine day - she accepted that guy as her new boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;At first I pursue her. But she kept avoiding me. She instead delegate one lady to distract me. This lady keep on asking me out. I am not interested in her. Because the lady she delegate to distract me - like to go night club and get drunk. She is quite a drunkerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am frustrated. So many years here wasted. Cannot find life partner. So hard to find. I go to gym and diet to make myself look good. I dress well. I even go and study MBA to improve my skills. I go and serve in the church. In the end - what do I have to answer for? A 40 year old spinster lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;On the other hand. My older 40 year old brother who is so so straight guy. He never had girlfriend before. He is so innocent. Apparently he was still a virgin. Then when he migrated to Australia - he met one ang moh lady. Within two week they became a couple. Within 1 year they got married. The ang moh lady even younger than him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I have been here for 30 years and cannot even find a girlfriend. This is ridiculous. Mankind have existed for over million year and still able to find life partner to continue the human race. Nowaday, woman is getting more affluent. Make it impossible to find life partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am thinking of going to Australia to find life partner. Over here (may not be singapore) it is getting impossible. I am not getting any younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Why is it always like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;1) Why cannot find boy and girl like each other and then progress from there? Instead have to find girl that bargain high price - chase her then always get rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;2) Why always I like the girl but the girl don't like me? Ironically those lady I don't like, they like me? And these lady who like me normally are too old (I want to find a lady who is of child bearing age and very important I must have chemistry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Using similar methodology of changing the 'external' environment will not help very much unless you gain certain insights on what's inside to amend and evolve before things could realistically improve. Attempts made to dress well, look good, beef up in gym are positive improvements. However, then again, these are still external changes to certain extend, which may not be the root of issue you need to resolve to help you move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's hard to understand what is require to evolve from within unless you know the real reason why you are constantly rejected (given the fact that nobody here knows you personally). The reality is that we will never know for sure and the only probable way of finding that conclusion is through deep-honest reflection, which may run into problems of seeing things through tinted lens and our individual blind spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some points for you to think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) You do seem to be able to secure dates; just that the deal falls through (somehow) after a couple of sessions. Hence, I see this as an interaction, chemistry and/or personality related issues that require 'intervention', which are in fact internal issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Your source of dates comes from the same stream (church). Even though you dated different people, but the environment is largely the same, which means that diversity is limited. Instead of migration, what you could do is to expand this stream beyond that of church. However, this does not change point (i) raise above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is natural for some people to be anxious, if they feel that they are not 'achieving' a classic lifespan development of life (e.g. need to have friends, need to be attached, married, have children, etc). It is a matter of your priority and needs at this current stage of life, which other people may not have any problem to begin with in the first place for sympathy to occur. For example, if my skill sets are always in demand and I am constantly employed, it's hard for me to understand what it feels like to be retrenched and unemployed because a fairly bias conclusion I &lt;i&gt;could &lt;/i&gt;(not necessary will) make is that this person is probably 'inferior', thus he is eliminated by competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you have quite precise expectation of what you want for a partner, but be careful about letting these expectations govern your dating experience when it should be the other way round. It is totally anti-seductive when a woman feels that a man is constantly checking her out based on his expectation of what he wants because in this equation, there is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;about the woman herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware not to transform your needs into a self absorbed imaginary of your own individualism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4341206193270325110?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4341206193270325110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/aunt-agony-010212.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4341206193270325110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4341206193270325110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/02/aunt-agony-010212.html' title='Aunt Agony 010212'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7149981199043441890</id><published>2012-01-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:34:35.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 180112</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Originally posted by Undiscoveredsoul98:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I have a lady friend whom I've known for 7 years. We knew each other while working at the same place back then. We both got along well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Some 4 years later, I develop feelings for her. After a month of consideration, she told she cant accept me for fear that she will lose me as a friend if our relationship dont work out. I understand that its nearly impossible to be friends after a break up. Though she broke my heart, I never hated her or hold grudges against her for that. I respected her decision. She told me she hoped we could remain friends even after this incident. I'm fine with that but it will take some time for me to get over her since we are working in a same place and see each other almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;And so the next 18 months have been rather difficult for me as I was struggling to get over her while still remain friends. There are times when I would ignore her at work as I need to withdraw myself from her in order for me to move on. That has always been the most effective method for me if I need to forget about a girl. But since we are still in the same place, it was one hell of a challenge for me. Each time when I stop talking to her or ignore her, even its just for short time, she would get very upset. She would tend to tell other girls in our place about me not talking to her. It seems that I'm somehow important to her even though Im just a friend. Like as if me not communicating with her is a big issue to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;And so now, we are no longer working in the same place and working in different places. We are still friends, she even told me she consider me her close guy friend. Thats something no other girls had ever said to me. We both shared personal problems and secrets. Some of my friends advised me to treasure this friendship with this girl even though I failed to make her my gf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I know many people would say that Im one of those guys who will always remain in the "friend" zone with girls. As bad as it sounds, perhaps there is a good thing to it. At least I dont have to deal with her ugly side, which she warned me she tends to act in such a way in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;So my point here is, though she is attached with a guy, she still wants me in her life. She make it seems that I am one of those people who mattered to her in her life. Im really touched, and I appreciate it. I do love her as a friend. I never had any girls treating me in such a sweet way. Being her close friend is like a "2nd place" thingy. Do I really matter to her much judging by how things have been going on between me &amp;amp; her? She might be sad if I really leave her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe in existence of platonic friendship in a purist way, then you probably never will. It's hard to 'develop' it because you just can't believe in it solely from one dimension unless there are major tweaks in your overall belief and coping system in love. It is not impossible - just that the bar of change is significantly high to pursue. It can be done, just notably arduous to sustain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of you needing to be 'separated' from her presence is ultimately a coping measure - which is rather commonly employed. Perhaps she could do it because she holds a separate belief system, in addition to the fact that she is not romantically linked to you. That makes her easier to decide if she wants to keep the friendship, yet without having to struggle intensively like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not her: you have to decide if this choice of yours is delaying your development in love (with other people). If I were to be brutely honest, it is likely that both of you probably acts as a buffer for mutual emotional support to certain extend - just no title to officiate your role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if one part of your soul feeds on that tiny ray of hope, thinking that 'for as long as you are in the queue, you might actually end up somewhere', then don't be disappointed if things do not turn out to be the way you desired because you made the choice to stand in that queue when you could have easily walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7149981199043441890?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7149981199043441890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunt-agony-180112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7149981199043441890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7149981199043441890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunt-agony-180112.html' title='Aunt Agony 180112'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5715111146143039974</id><published>2012-01-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:37:39.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Lard'/><title type='text'>Piece of Lard 02 (18 Jan 12)</title><content type='html'>The fat calling the lump larder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iNaaiLcJwQ/TxbY-_qgseI/AAAAAAAACZk/ifmknlCqbJI/s1600/0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iNaaiLcJwQ/TxbY-_qgseI/AAAAAAAACZk/ifmknlCqbJI/s320/0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5715111146143039974?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5715111146143039974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/piece-of-lard-02-18-jan-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5715111146143039974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5715111146143039974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/piece-of-lard-02-18-jan-12.html' title='Piece of Lard 02 (18 Jan 12)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iNaaiLcJwQ/TxbY-_qgseI/AAAAAAAACZk/ifmknlCqbJI/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5594048066390410229</id><published>2012-01-15T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:40:53.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Love for better for worst</title><content type='html'>Recently, I came across one homeless couple; though behind every homeless person lies their tale of unfortunate circumstances, but somehow, this particular case struck me deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to process with them on what they 'could' do to effectively get out of this mess. The only problem with my proposal is that it requires them to be separated. However, even after careful reflection and processing, the couple blatantly rejected my offer because they felt that they must be in this together - even if the situation has reached an extreme doldrums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be worst than living a life of fear - without shelter, food and safety? According to Maslow, you can't even fulfill level one and that's basically the shittest circumstances you could land yourself into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding vows; I wonder how many people could really uphold this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for all you know - love might just the illusionary facade to fuel the cold machinary of karmic debts among people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1TZWFnpfu8/TxLXKlyWmUI/AAAAAAAACZc/neZSpRj3obA/s1600/child-couple-heart-kids-love-summer-Favim_com-101027_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1TZWFnpfu8/TxLXKlyWmUI/AAAAAAAACZc/neZSpRj3obA/s320/child-couple-heart-kids-love-summer-Favim_com-101027_large.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5594048066390410229?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5594048066390410229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-for-better-for-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5594048066390410229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5594048066390410229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-for-better-for-worst.html' title='Love for better for worst'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1TZWFnpfu8/TxLXKlyWmUI/AAAAAAAACZc/neZSpRj3obA/s72-c/child-couple-heart-kids-love-summer-Favim_com-101027_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-443612871030918531</id><published>2012-01-11T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:47:53.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 110112</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Originally posted by _0h_gosh_:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Hello guys.. First time posting here and I have something to say about this woman I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I knew this gal back in 2007, we were both attached with our own bf and gf at that time. However, she and I got together and had a secret relationship for almost 10 months till end of 2007. We ended this secret relationship and didn't contact each other again. Somehow I got to know that she broke up with her bf in early 2008, then she got married to another guy in 2009, and gave birth in 2009 too. I believe it was a shotgun marriage with a guy whom she hung out with a couple of months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We didn't contact each other since end of 2007. I have deleted her number and couldn't even remember any of her numbers. Then in Sep 2010, I received an unknown sms and asked about me. I replied and asked who this person is. She mentioned her name and I was like WTF?!? What does she want now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We exchanged a few sms after that and we met up, everything started again. We had sex in the car, after which I made it clear to her that I do not want to have any special relationship with her as she is already married with a child. She was ok... somehow we ended like friends with benefits, we solely meet up for sex. But somehow we still have some feelings involve, we kinda like each other.... This relationship continue from Sep 2010 till now, we continue see each other for meals sometimes but she has rejected me in sex for a couple of months recently. I asked her to have sex with me but she kept rejecting... after which I told her to break up and stop seeing each other... But she insisted that she still want me as her "boyfriend" and want to continue to see me. I was like WTF does she want? I was thinking: "If you wanna have an affair with me and do not wanna have sex with me, why continue on with this relationship??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I am meeting her to talk again, so as to conclude everything.... Anyway, why does a woman, who is married with a child, still want another man? And why does she still want a "boyfirend" and yet reject him in sex? She gave me all kind of stupid reasons of not having sex with me. What kind of benefits does she have in this kind of relationship? She told me that she love me more than her husband, and even asked me if I will accept her if she divorce him and leave the kid with him.... I was kinda shocked with her comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;What do you guys think of this woman? Should I avoid her forever? I have feelings for her, but my gut feeling told me that she and I will never be together, and I should stop seeing her... sometimes I will kinda miss her and lost that will to stop myself from seeing her.... I do not want to break up her family... sometimes I only want to have that secret relationship with her still, it could be the sex and excitment that made me clinge onto her, but I know that it is kinda "bastard" doing that and I should stop it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the deal and she accepted. After all, friends with benefits have pretty clear T&amp;amp;C; just that in your case, she didn't uphold her side of the bargain, which made things a little more complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How your sub rosa relationship first begin has a significant influence over the development of later episodes. Since the clandestine relationship was a secret back then, your probable position in her heart is likely to be someone she could secretly fall back on whenever she felt dissatisfied with her relationship. After all, sex was probably part of the equation on both separate phase in the relationship, hence that seemingly sinful arrangement is nothing special in particular. But what you might not realize is that she is probably getting some degree of emotional dependence on this poorly structured relationship, regardless of how sparingly you thought you have provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not technically need the physical sex, rather, she craves for emotional connection. This probably explains why she could withdraw sex from the deal, but still want the relationship because after all, you have always been the secret lifeline that she depends on emotionally (although on your end, you see it purely as a physical exchange). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to give you an analogy: say if you are a salesman and you sell Cartel watches - To you: you probably feel that you are merely selling a watch because you sell this product to many people. But to the customer, they don't only just buy a watch - they just bought prestige, brand, status and everything else intangible that came with the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not technically, but implicitly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she has abandoned the original deal and submitted another 'proposal'. If you cannot accept the new terms, then it's your decision to decide if you want to call it a day or resubmit another 'proposal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-443612871030918531?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/443612871030918531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunt-agony-110112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/443612871030918531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/443612871030918531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunt-agony-110112.html' title='Aunt Agony 110112'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-760396419150466026</id><published>2011-12-30T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:38:23.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Making Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had a couple of conversations with people rather depressed and one common theme came up; that people are angry with themselves for making 'stupid' choices, whom they ought to have listen to 'themselves' and do otherwise long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we are so caught up with doing only the right thing that we become overly self critical. No qualms about it, just that I felt that we could be a little easier on ourselves, especially on circumstances we have little control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly if it rains one day and the rain drenched the clothes you just washed a while ago; you probably have two typical blaming style; you either blame yourself for bringing the clothes out to dry or you blame the rain. As for the former, it is a natural decision - we hang our clothes out to dry after washing. Duh. So in this natural course of action, that would always be the default mode of action. Blaming on something that is 'natural' makes us even more miserable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a classic lifespan, relationship is but a natural unfolding of experience. When we grow up, we make many friends and a couple ends up in a relationship with us. Being in a relationship would naturally means that we put ourselves in a vulnerable position, so as to allow love to teach us what we need to become a better person and lover. In that eventful journey, it is only likely that we make a couple of mistakes along the way because it allow us to understand the importance of value and appreciation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, don't blame yourself for circumstances you have little control over, especially when it doesn't go the way you hope it would. Learn to forgive yourself because you must always remember that no matter how weary the darkness, you alone hold the light to dispel the ghastly night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtgtx3EW-EE/TvyWfxwWHTI/AAAAAAAACZU/C0qPBqiEjFo/s1600/ww14_lens_flare_13_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtgtx3EW-EE/TvyWfxwWHTI/AAAAAAAACZU/C0qPBqiEjFo/s320/ww14_lens_flare_13_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-760396419150466026?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/760396419150466026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/760396419150466026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/760396419150466026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-mistakes.html' title='Making Mistakes'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtgtx3EW-EE/TvyWfxwWHTI/AAAAAAAACZU/C0qPBqiEjFo/s72-c/ww14_lens_flare_13_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1003803725847672961</id><published>2011-12-24T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:30:59.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Lard'/><title type='text'>Piece of Lard 01 (24 Dec 11)</title><content type='html'>Today I own this post and not that smarty pants Yunnie. Even though my england not as good, but I win hands down in Singlish. In addition, I also learn to throw my weight around... literally. So I win.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my tiny eyes, I read the Straits Times and come across this article. You can read the article online at &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_748440.html%20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Actually, the interesting part is this little column beside the main article and it highlighted other similar offenses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote] In 2009, a 32-year-old former Chinese and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;civics and moral education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; teacher was jailed for 10 months. The mother of two had engaged in sex acts with her 15-year-old student six times in chalets and in her flat. [/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDs4SUnFJ2Q/TvVbcfapknI/AAAAAAAACY4/uIqKNqvsqRc/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDs4SUnFJ2Q/TvVbcfapknI/AAAAAAAACY4/uIqKNqvsqRc/s320/001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auuxF7nrjUo/TvVbeKMew7I/AAAAAAAACZA/Ke-hfP4l5ks/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auuxF7nrjUo/TvVbeKMew7I/AAAAAAAACZA/Ke-hfP4l5ks/s320/002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrxx2-tFRGY/TvVbfE5i9mI/AAAAAAAACZI/aPm2frohdSw/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrxx2-tFRGY/TvVbfE5i9mI/AAAAAAAACZI/aPm2frohdSw/s320/003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYbAF9h5SVw/TvVbbSMYEOI/AAAAAAAACYw/lScFD1EByRA/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYbAF9h5SVw/TvVbbSMYEOI/AAAAAAAACYw/lScFD1EByRA/s320/004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Mousy Mouse&lt;br /&gt;World's Most 'Powderful' Gambling Mouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1003803725847672961?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1003803725847672961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/piece-of-lard-01-24-dec-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1003803725847672961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1003803725847672961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/piece-of-lard-01-24-dec-11.html' title='Piece of Lard 01 (24 Dec 11)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDs4SUnFJ2Q/TvVbcfapknI/AAAAAAAACY4/uIqKNqvsqRc/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3339857942323137666</id><published>2011-12-24T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:29:56.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 241211 (Continued from AA II 221211)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Originally posted by Hseng25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the process of moving on.. Before I deleted her contact last night.. I texted her how I really felt and wished her all the best to her and her bf. She replied thx. I know I shouldn't have texted her but I just wanna have my final say. This morning she greeted me with a cheerful smile so I guess no more hard feelings between us. I guess u guys are right, she might be a player. A very pro experience player with lots of free time. It hurts... This is my first time I ever met such a lady. I guess I've boosted her ego already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you might have found the answer you seek - all the best for your love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: My sense (imho) is not so much about her being a player, but seemed more like some developmental issues to me. But well, that's only my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3339857942323137666?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3339857942323137666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-241211-continued-from-aa-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3339857942323137666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3339857942323137666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-241211-continued-from-aa-ii.html' title='Aunt Agony 241211 (Continued from AA II 221211)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2247943502310393311</id><published>2011-12-22T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:49:54.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony II 221211</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by Hseng25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this girl working in the same company as I am but in different depts. She’s a single 40yr old lady working in the HR dept and I’m a 29yr old guy. One day I found out that she was sick at home, I made her freshly made juices for a week and she texted me that she was actually very moved &amp;amp; thanked me. (Our normal way of communication is through texting as we work in different areas of the same company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of texting casually, I confessed to her via text. Her first response was ” Are u pulling my leg? Do u know how old am I? If you were to know my age u wouldn’t talk to me again.” I told her I didn’t care about her age and she doesn’t need to tell me how old she is. Ever since then, I would always find a chance to pop by her desk with a smile and tease her a little. Our text messaging became very frequent. We would call each other up and chat on the phone for a while at night. We told each other to take this relationship slow and easy so we can get to know each other more and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 weeks, she was texting me a lot. From the time we start work till night and we’ll end with a short conversation. I tried to ask her out a couple of times but she says she’s very busy especially near year end, she suggested that we could take off from work 1 day and go out. She gave me a date but can’t promise me yet till she confirms her time table. (She’s genuinely busy near year end as she’s the manager of the HR dept and she is 24 hours on standby to run errands for the boss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her out for dinner after work a couple of times but she always told me she’s going out dinner with her LADY friends. She seems to intentionally say the word “lady” louder to make sure I don’t misunderstand. Even though she’s out with her friends, she would still constantly text me and call me at night before we head to bed. I got frustrated and wonder why does she prefers to go out with her friends than me, it seems she was playing hard to get. And her constant text messaging everyday kind of made me even more frustrated. Constant texting in terms of like every 10-15mins starting from 8am all the way to the night including weekends! She would text me about everything she’s doing and asking about myself as if we are both dating already. I’ve gently reminded her that i can’t keep up with her texting at work, she said to ignore her but the text never slowed down a bit. Frustrated and running out of patience, I told her ” Stop msging me again, I don’t intend to have a cyber GF.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped texting me ever since. She was absent from work the next day. Out of concern I texted her &amp;amp; called her but no replies. The next day at work, I popped by her desk to ask how is she. She ignored me and looked very upset. I bought flowers to apologize to her the next day at work. She texted me ” Thx and appreciate it very much but no need for flowers and your juices. We shall remain colleagues and friends and I’m not suitable for you.” I asked her whats wrong and she kept replying the same thing. I told her i know i made a mistake by sending that text that hurt her and not to judge me just on one text. I asked her why wouldn’t she give me 2nd chance. we haven’t went out alone with each other to feel each other but her response was the same. I got angry and told her its fine by me but i won’t even consider her as a friend anymore but just co worker thats all. She replied ” Don’t be so immature. thx. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, a co worker of mine had a chat with her. She suddenly pointed at my picture in the company photo and complained why am i so fierce and never smiled. Afraid of getting our co worker’s suspicion, she quickly changed subject. Few days later, I humbled myself and apologized to her. She replied ” Its not your fault, the problem lies with me. Its just that I can’t find myself to accept someone so much younger than i am and i wish we could chat like before.” But ever since then, every time I texted her casually she would take a long time to reply or never reply at all. Confused, I called her and asked her whats wrong and we ended up in a very very very bad argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I avoided her and stopped all contact for 3 weeks. Then one day we accidentally bumped into her other at the hallway, she smiled back at me and asked me not to be hostile. At first I thought she wanted revenge but i emailed her that night to apologize and she accepted it. We would still smile at each other at work and greet each other. Feeling regretful and desperate to rekindle the relationship before, I apologized to her through text like 2-3 times on different days.A few days later, I texted her asking how is she, she would coldly reply me. Feeling desperate again, I thanked her for forgiving me and saying sorry, she replied ” Stop msging me this kind of msg, my bf is getting pissed off.” (I knew she was lying cos she was out with a grp of colleagues at that time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days at work, we bumped with each other at the hallway again. She gave me a nasty look. I told myself to forget about her and move on so I ignored her since then. But at work whenever she saw me she would do silly things like calling out very loudly to a friend of mine, interrupting our conversation. I had to pass by her work space today and she slammed her mouse loudly and signed. When ever she passes the hallway, i caught her several times turning her head to my working area. ( She knows its only me and one guy working at that area.) I would find her staring at me when I’m in the office. She would flirt with the guy colleagues at work. A co worker whom I told him about both of us said she’s obviously seeking my attention. I have no idea what does she exactly want. A few close co workers who are friends with her said that she’s already 40 and feeling lonely and that she’s extremely short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my bad english and so much details but I hope you can get a clear picture of what i am going through now. The desperate and negative feelings i had is gone and I’m my old happy self but the things she is doing is annoying me. It seems the more i ignore her the more she wants to grab my attention. Yes i still have feelings for her as she is really a nice lady but her immature actions are actually lame. I have moved on from her but if there is a chance i really want to try to rekindle the relationship we had before and progress further. I know I made many mistakes like being short temperd and showing her my desperateness by apologizing to her 3-4x before. At the moment I’m still ignoring her but i still do greet her whenever we bump in each other at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t understand why is she doing this. Is she out for revenge now? Or did she regret of letting me go and trying to see what’s my response? Or is it both? I’m really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am just wondering what's your issue; although you have stated clearly that you want to move on, but you still have feelings for her. I am just thinking if you are wondering if (1) you would like something to happen, but you don't know how to proceed from here or (2) you just want to avoid having this an awkward position with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your intention? Is your desire outcome still a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you are already moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2247943502310393311?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2247943502310393311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-ii-221211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2247943502310393311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2247943502310393311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-ii-221211.html' title='Aunt Agony II 221211'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7169099936391892632</id><published>2011-12-22T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:40:14.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 221211</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Originally posted by Freakgeek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closest guy friend recently confessed that he likes me. He's a really nice guy, almost an ideal bf for me and although I kinda like him back, I'm at a lost of what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I'll be a good gf (due to my prev rs) thus I feel unworthy of his love for me..I can get very paranoid and I'm a very insecure person. I admit I'm quite spoilt at times and I'm especially temperamental when its the time of the month. I'm neither pretty nor I'm those girls who put on make-up or dress fashionably well and I fear that I'll be more of an embarrassment for him in front of his family and friends. To put it simply, I'm not somebody whom a typical guy will fall for but he is the type of guy that maybe any girl will fall for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly fear that if we get together, he'll one day realize that I'm just somebody so ordinary/horrible and I'll end up losing him like how I lost my ex whereby we dont even talk to each other anymore, not even as friends. I treasure our friendship so much so I dont know if I should take the risk in bringing this friendship to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even right for me to think this much? Or are my worries totally uncalled for? What will you do in my situation? Just seeking opinions out there, thanks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conundrum between remaining as friends or progressing further; ultimately it is your call. The ironic fact is that the more reasons we use to justify the existence of a relationship, the less likelihood it would happen. However, I am not advocating for a 'no' - just that we have to decide what is it that we really want and make a choice. Remember this: remaining status quo through inactivity is a choice by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All woman has their own insecurities; in varying degrees some ways or another. I would think that it is natural. However, if you feel that yours are slightly geared outside standard deviation, then you might want to find out the root of this insecurity, what exactly it is and how you would like to deal with them from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personal transformation point of view and not from a relational aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, your post seemed to suggest that you are not worthy of him; rationally, that is the weakest form of emotional reason/s to justify a 'reject'. Well, if you like something, you just like it. It may not be a big deal to others, but hey, it's your opinion and choice. After all, beauty and love is not structured in a universal format that 'permits' certain exclusive category of people who are capable of being in love and those who are dismissed off this potential. Does not seem to work in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is a self permitted right; if you decide that you are unworthy, then naturally, in your experience, you have learned that you are unloving and nothing good will ever come out of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your belief will end up being a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If having a friend is more important, then you will always find it hard to progress anything further than a bff. Because ultimately, like all things in life, there is always an element of risk. Even the best of relationship has that potential to become something sour. However, if your greatest challenge to proceed further is because you deemed yourself as unloving, then you might want to reflect on how you would want to unlearn this 'lesson' and overwrite it with a positive note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have self love; your perspective will naturally change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7169099936391892632?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7169099936391892632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-221211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7169099936391892632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7169099936391892632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-221211.html' title='Aunt Agony 221211'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7267681596798570919</id><published>2011-12-13T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:01:32.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Nice Guys Flowchart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNkFltWBToo/TuciJQHS0-I/AAAAAAAACYk/Vsnl01L63Wg/s1600/Nice%2BGuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNkFltWBToo/TuciJQHS0-I/AAAAAAAACYk/Vsnl01L63Wg/s320/Nice%2BGuy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685550596918268898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this logic, nice guys are at the bottom of the food chain. ROFLMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7267681596798570919?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7267681596798570919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/nice-guys-flowchart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7267681596798570919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7267681596798570919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/nice-guys-flowchart.html' title='Nice Guys Flowchart'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNkFltWBToo/TuciJQHS0-I/AAAAAAAACYk/Vsnl01L63Wg/s72-c/Nice%2BGuy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4841258303785843850</id><published>2011-12-11T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:42:39.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Can't Stop Cheating</title><content type='html'>Interesting; TNP ran an article about the seeming stunning percentage of people who have admitted sexually cheating on their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poll of 506 Singaporean - 257 men and 249 woman were asked to describe their attitude towards sex and relationship. In the survey, it was noted that 22% of men are having affairs and 19% of woman in Singapore are unfaithful. Statistically speaking, it's about 1 in 5 for both man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wgDctf_MWmE/TuQ0hlmRenI/AAAAAAAACYY/JiQYPk5Faqg/s1600/Cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wgDctf_MWmE/TuQ0hlmRenI/AAAAAAAACYY/JiQYPk5Faqg/s320/Cheating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684726381281376882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist Tommy Tan claims that cheating is 'hardly surprising' as 'cheating is an innate quality in humans'. Surely from the biological and from the ID perspective, we could accept that as a probable explanation (I mean I use that sort of reasoning too). However, what's intriguing about this rationale is that then what has 'happened' for those who could maintain fidelity - what has developed, gain or experience which has stir away them from this innate quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed that reasoning is not always the best defense; after all, those who have cheated knew that it was somewhat 'morally wrong' (I wouldn't go define what's morally wrong since I don't really believe in that line of reasoning - at least in relationship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Astrologically speaking, planets involving Venus, Mars, Neptune, Saturn and house involving 5th, 7th, 8th &amp;amp; 12th house and the energy of triplicity needs to be examined in details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4841258303785843850?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4841258303785843850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-stop-cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4841258303785843850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4841258303785843850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-stop-cheating.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Cheating'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wgDctf_MWmE/TuQ0hlmRenI/AAAAAAAACYY/JiQYPk5Faqg/s72-c/Cheating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1236244599665712184</id><published>2011-12-10T13:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:26:38.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Dishonesty</title><content type='html'>Generally, we all cheat occasionally in life. By this definition of cheat, I am referring loosely to dishonesty and 'not doing what we are suppose to be doing'. It does not always exist in relationship, but manifest in other ways like peeping at friend's answer during exam, not returning 50 cent back, keeping the extra pack of MacDonald french fries given to us by mistake or even cutting queue. Though we may not technically be malicious or intentional (which would mean that we cannot constitute that strictly as 'cheating)', but you get my drift. There are times when we do the 'right' things and times we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we don't burden our mind with such unnecessary minuscule concerns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would find it hard for a completely honest person to exist, not because I don't believe in the concept of honesty (in fact, I do believe with fair amount of faith that honesty is sometimes the best policy), but the flesh is weak and we are generally mortals. Research has shown and proven that nobody is absolutely honest or dishonest - everyone lies in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my question is that: if your partner lied to you and was caught red-handed - what are the categorical measures that you have subconsciously internalized to decide which lies are forgivable verses the ones that are considered unatoning sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you the one that let your emotions (sometimes illogical) sense cast the verdict, subjected highly to varied circumstances and possibly more lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I remember my old astrology days of detecting lies via Mercury affliction with Neptune. Hah, I should beef up my statistic skills and decide if this was empirically (and significantly) true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJv4WMTJKU/TuL6suGzMUI/AAAAAAAACYM/yMR7Wp6LbKM/s1600/319578-always_lie_lying_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJv4WMTJKU/TuL6suGzMUI/AAAAAAAACYM/yMR7Wp6LbKM/s320/319578-always_lie_lying_now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684381325892727106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1236244599665712184?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1236244599665712184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/dishonesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1236244599665712184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1236244599665712184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/dishonesty.html' title='Dishonesty'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuJv4WMTJKU/TuL6suGzMUI/AAAAAAAACYM/yMR7Wp6LbKM/s72-c/319578-always_lie_lying_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-9166610032499660134</id><published>2011-12-10T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:44:26.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 101211 (continued from AA 301111)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by Jlsky70:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a talk with my wife last night. It was not a pleasant talk. After i persistently asked, she finally admitted she is having affair with her colleague and it involves sex. She told me she fell in love with that guy not long after he started wooing her several months ago. He's single and 2 years younger than her. He's also her manager in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why she do this and what i have done wrong to make her do this. She just said sorry to me and that it wasn't my fault. It's just that she had fallen deeply in love with that guy and willing to give up everything just to be with him. She cried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely sad. I was crushed.  The whole world seems to be tumbling down on me. I told her then that divorce is the only way as she doesn't love me anymore and chose to be with that guy instead. She said she will agree to the divorce if i really want it but she still wants our daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be devastating to have the whole truth thrown into your face. Though having a HTHT was indeed effective in reducing your suspicion to a conclusion, but still, it must be absolutely heartbreaking and painful when the blow was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence of a third party is concrete; though surely there would be a combination of both push &amp;amp; pull factor/s that helped to generate this unfortunate outcome, I must say that nobody is absolutely the cause. Also, when she appears to be certain that she wants to be with the other man, your stated option was helpless acquiescence. I feel you: having to let your wife go when you discovered that this love wasn't as genuine, almost like false gold with strips of the imitation material flaking out loosely like some cheap goods.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical component of the divorce will flow in much later; when you move into proceeding, custody and the affidavit of assets and means. However, that does not always make us feel better emotionally. Right now, I hope you could gather some good friends to share with them about your situation so that you have somebody around you for support at least. Or if you feel that you would like individual counselling to sort yourself out, you could PM me and I could direct (refer) you to the necessary resources. (Don't worry it wouldn't be me and I do not need to know your identity at all).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-9166610032499660134?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/9166610032499660134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-101211-continued-from-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/9166610032499660134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/9166610032499660134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/aunt-agony-101211-continued-from-aa.html' title='Aunt Agony 101211 (continued from AA 301111)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6537622925848023728</id><published>2011-12-01T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:52:32.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>爱跟距离</title><content type='html'>爱情它并不是个外在物，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是内心散发出的一种美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使那无形的距离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能把两个相爱的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隔在不一样的空间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那也只不过是无用的搦战&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqH7h0TKGvA/TteE8Wa-cmI/AAAAAAAACYA/dWVqkemTcbk/s1600/Jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqH7h0TKGvA/TteE8Wa-cmI/AAAAAAAACYA/dWVqkemTcbk/s320/Jessica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681155627296911970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 云孩儿 x Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6537622925848023728?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6537622925848023728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6537622925848023728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6537622925848023728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='爱跟距离'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqH7h0TKGvA/TteE8Wa-cmI/AAAAAAAACYA/dWVqkemTcbk/s72-c/Jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4143188127744797948</id><published>2011-11-30T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:45:42.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony II 301111</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Originally posted by risou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 29 now, she's 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for her when she broke up with her ex (of 7yrs), 3.5yrs ago. I was there when she decided to change her job, when her favourite pet died, when she got a chronic illness and got depression due to that. I did everything I could to make her feel loved, to be one to solve her problems, to travel via cab when going out because she needs alot of rest, because she gets fatigued easily, leading to more pain. To accompany her even if it meant travelling to and fro, myself often reaching home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She struggled with her pain and depression, when nobody seemed to understand what it means to be in her shoes. It is tough on her. I thought I was on the right track or at least was close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended the r/s a month ago. Her friends and colleagues and mum and doc took her side. I know I had my failings, failings which to me could be made right given some time. But not to her, someone who thinks alot about things and usually makes negative assumptions on them, as much as I had tried to inject some positivity to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally broken now. She has blocked me on social media. She now has her colleagues and friends' support. I don't really have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do. My entire life revolved around her. There's nothing in my life except working, eating and sleeping now. Almost everything that I see and use are related to her in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED HELP. PLEASE HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have position your entire life around a transitory figure, naturally, you are bound to be on the road to emotional destruction. It is not the risky preposition you have adopted in an absolute sense, but rather, the concept of giving yourself up (inclusive of your personal self worth) has a drastic reduction of social value, which she would often transform you into 'something else' other than the guy she first knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you play the role of a boyfriend, you must understand that that is not a nurse, maid or personal assistant; the intensity of your love &amp;amp; care might come across as potentially choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may appear that your writings seemed to suggest that you are more positive, subconsciously, you are likely to be negative (probably similar or worst). The seeming positive facade is somewhat ingeniously masks through overcompensating care and concern while the real insecurity nest within the core. If you were to be bluntly honest to yourself, you might actually realize that probably you care more about having to accomplish the final step to your next phase of life instead of your ex-gf per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your post does not reveal anything about your stated 'failings', other than a string of narcissistic perception. Perhaps, you could post - not what you have done for her - but her chief considerations to call it quit. The picture would then be clearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You might have lost the relationship, but you could still keep those lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4143188127744797948?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4143188127744797948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/aunt-agony-ii-30-nov-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4143188127744797948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4143188127744797948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/aunt-agony-ii-30-nov-11.html' title='Aunt Agony II 301111'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1828273569641325736</id><published>2011-11-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:45:23.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 301111</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by Jlsky70:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a married man with a 3 years old daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that my wife is having an affair with a colleague of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that since several months ago, she has been spending a lot of time with her male colleague. He sends her to work and send her home from work everyday. She comes home late every night and claims that she needs to work overtime. She also goes out and only comes home late at nights or early mornings on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends little time at home and we seldom have time to talk. Her work also requires her to travel overseas frequently and i know that on many trips, she went with that colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at lost now and not sure what to do. Can someone give me some opinion or advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been married for 3 year plus and she wasn't like this in the past. She always came home early after work and seldom go out so late on weekends. She has changed quite a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of how to confront her like some of you have suggested, As for hiring of PI, i think it's a bit too much right? But i'm taking it into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me last night that she's going on a working trip to Penang tomorrow. I asked her who's going with her. She said a few colleagues. But i noticed she didn't look at my face when answering that and her answer didn't sound very convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my wife had left for Penang yesterday. That male colleague of hers came to drive her to the airport. I’m not sure whether he went along. She will be there till Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t got the opportunity to talk to her. I tried on Monday night, but she wasn’t paying any attention to my questions as she was busy texting on her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays , we hardly have much time to talk properly. She comes home late every night saying that she needs to work overtime. On weekends, she also goes out the whole day after breakfast at home and comes home around 9-10pm.  She said her work is very stressful and she needs to go out to chill out and relax a bit.  But what about me? I don’t need to relax? How about our daughter? Where is her mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, during the Deepavali period, she went to Taiwan for holidays from 22/10/11 to 28/10/11. She claimed that she went with “friends”.  Until now I haven’t seen her holiday photos. She said that photos were taken using her friends’ camera!! She carries IPhone and brought a Nikon digital SLR there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind to have DNA test to check whether I’m the biological father of my daughter. I never doubted because I believed that I was the only men in her life. We were together for 3 years before we got married and she was 3 month pregnant when we went to ROM to register our marriage and 5 months pregnant during Chinese wedding dinner. I love my daughter very much, and I have no intention to go for DNA test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling very miserable now thinking that she might be with that guy in Penang now. I’m worried about hiring PI too. What if it turns out that she is not having any affair at all? She’ll be very angry to find out I hire a PI to spy on her right? That will make matter worse right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be hurting when you have strong grounds to suspect your wife having an affair with another man, especially when the logical flow of events reinforces the notion of cheating. There are many ways to know if she is having an affair, however, somehow that is still not my primary concern. Be prepared when you decide to pursuit what you probably felt as 'the truth' behind the scene' because what I am concerned about is the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen after you corroborates your suspicion with facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Structurally, the relationship has all factors pointing towards some dire breakdown; nonexistent communication and apt towards an individualistic lifestyle. In fact, the start of the marriage was somewhat 'coerced' - with greater consideration towards the unborn child before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be ready psychologically and emotionally for your marriage, but this remains a question for her. And albeit she may be ready for the marriage, she might not be ready to be a mother and lead a family-centric life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeing to be married does not answer this question; just like pregnancy does not automatic make mothers out of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are entitled to know the truth that veils behind her seemingly 'busy' lifestyle - but before you go about confronting her and ask honestly (or hire a PI); you might want to assume the worst scenario (which is yes she is cheating on you) and reflect on why this marriage has gone wayward because it would help you to craft out the content to engage a HTHT with her to see if this marriage is still salvageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: A perfectly satisfied woman cannot be seduced; surely there is some unmet needs that is being fulfilled by the other guy. Knowing/confirming that she is seeing/being close (physically or emotionally) to another guy does not provide you the insights of what went wrong with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that you have not been talking; make that happen and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1828273569641325736?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1828273569641325736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/aunt-agony-30-nov-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1828273569641325736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1828273569641325736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/aunt-agony-30-nov-11.html' title='Aunt Agony 301111'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4327904203351410343</id><published>2011-11-24T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:08:23.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece of Cloud'/><title type='text'>Art of Rejection</title><content type='html'>The art of rejection is depended largely on progressive fatality. If a regressive model is adopted instead, then the pursuer will read it as a sign of passion (or weakness) and would pounce on you even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnzXusxFX1Q/Ts0ZnSGU3sI/AAAAAAAACX0/DZ1KBGpuacs/s1600/Rejection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnzXusxFX1Q/Ts0ZnSGU3sI/AAAAAAAACX0/DZ1KBGpuacs/s320/Rejection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678222867848027842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4327904203351410343?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4327904203351410343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/art-of-rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4327904203351410343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4327904203351410343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/art-of-rejection.html' title='Art of Rejection'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnzXusxFX1Q/Ts0ZnSGU3sI/AAAAAAAACX0/DZ1KBGpuacs/s72-c/Rejection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7846016223997601689</id><published>2011-11-20T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:49:42.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>You Are the Apple of My Eye (那些年，我們一起追的女孩)</title><content type='html'>I caught a midnight show (Apple of my Eye); wanted it partly because of social reasons and the huge influx of positive comments scattered across my FB wall by people who posted it on their status update, raving about how good the film is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and here are my thoughts: it was a funny-good show, though imho I don't think it was anything extraordinary (but hey, I guess it was intentional). The general theme is about flashback &amp;amp; regrets, portrayed in a simple way, which I reflected and thought that I would actually love the film if I was much younger. Categorically speaking, this film would likely to appeal to four kinds of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) People who experienced regret in relationship and are now in the 'moving-on (or moved on) stage' already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) People who are largely sentimental, apt to fall back on past memories or generally have a happier past relationship, which they now do not possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) People who are/were playing the script of the 'we-can't-be-together-but-I-wish-you-all-the-best-from-the-bottom-of-my-heart' role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Romantic fans who love all kinds of romance/love movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show idolize the concept of 'waiting' with 'greater-good love'. Somehow the two condition could be artistically enmeshed without difficulty from a film's perspective, but in reality, such combination often reeks of misery for people suffering from such predicament. The subtle message is in fact more important (if anyone caught it): that we must eventually move on at some point in our life, even if there are regrets we cannot resolve completely. The male lead kissing the groom at the end was explained as part of his perceived quirky personality, which she knew since secondary school days. Though it was a projection of his hidden affection, he did nothing to her and there was space in between them talking - it symbolize mutual respect and boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film perspective centered largely from the male lead, which he had unfinished business and his female lead, seemingly sharing this unfinished business with him - albeit she has already agreed to marry the man who would take care of her for the rest of his life. In reality, the brides at their wedding would have no recollection of such past at the moment when they don their wedding dress. In fact, the fatigue of preparation would preoccupy most of their concern. Also, the female perspective is largely missing (since it is &lt;span class="HeadLineNewsContent1"&gt;九把刀 reflection of his teenage years, he would not know what is truly going on in the mind of his crush)&lt;/span&gt;: juxtapose similar context in reality, any woman would have already moved a distance so far in her love life that this episode, no matter how poignant and dramatic, would have been cast aside into the depth of her subconscious, only to resurface briefly during random all girls' night and talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, a woman/man would acknowledge the affection that she/he has in the past, but that is probably all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No intense kisses. No meteor. No rainbow. No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your own lead in life to begin writing chapters of your love life and not wasting it by indulging in relationship that was never meant to be yours in the first place. It may seemed glorious to revel in those 'unmeant' relationship, but it is meaningless when you become far too self absorbed in attaching meaning to something has already cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it becomes an obsession and no longer possess the quality of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" a="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u33ii2lyHC8/TsiUZsyMhzI/AAAAAAAACXo/9CAU6avGlj0/s1600/gidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u33ii2lyHC8/TsiUZsyMhzI/AAAAAAAACXo/9CAU6avGlj0/s320/gidden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676950499539846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7846016223997601689?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7846016223997601689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7846016223997601689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7846016223997601689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='You Are the Apple of My Eye (那些年，我們一起追的女孩)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u33ii2lyHC8/TsiUZsyMhzI/AAAAAAAACXo/9CAU6avGlj0/s72-c/gidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7641359809310355576</id><published>2011-11-19T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:53:33.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><title type='text'>My Personal Education beyond 2012</title><content type='html'>I have decided how I want to steer my personal learning for 2012 and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since four years back, I have never stopped studying; by right, I should be celebrating my new found freedom in the exciting year of 2012, but I realized that I am so accustomed to such intense pace and mode of learning that I actually find it degenerating if I dropped that entirely. Yet the prospect of chasing paper, exams and assignments is not something sexy to me. It fact, it turns me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I hate studying - I only like learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the only discipline I would really love to study is Philosophy, but it has prerequisite of a full time commitment and such price tag is just not possible practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected and figured that I could actually secure a middle way through this: I could chart my own personal education through self discipline and personalization, by deciding (1) what I want to learn, (2) narrow it, (3) force implement period of time to read and learn (4) and most importantly: (5) persist. The greatest challenge for such 'self education' is really: how the phuck are you going understand the technicality of certain 'chim' theory if you don't understand and there is nobody to ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I must depend on my own social capital, network and the vast internet to seek the answers I need. Honestly, I don't really think it is the answer that is crucial, but the process of me finding that answer is the training I want to put myself into, since I do not have exams and assignments to 'evaluate' my own education, then my self-seeking spirit and drive to grasp knowledge in this manner would be a hundred times more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I self taught astrology - I could use the same method on how I achieve that to achieve this - albeit it's on a much larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work out details and present it to myself by Dec 2011. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO8ioNyegM/Tsc2L53rIvI/AAAAAAAACXY/L0eYwf21K08/s1600/hall_of_knowledge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO8ioNyegM/Tsc2L53rIvI/AAAAAAAACXY/L0eYwf21K08/s320/hall_of_knowledge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676565433464595186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7641359809310355576?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7641359809310355576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-personal-education-beyond-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7641359809310355576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7641359809310355576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-personal-education-beyond-2012.html' title='My Personal Education beyond 2012'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAO8ioNyegM/Tsc2L53rIvI/AAAAAAAACXY/L0eYwf21K08/s72-c/hall_of_knowledge2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8593126210495776640</id><published>2011-10-13T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:54:20.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Watch this Space</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates - it has truly been a arduous and busy period for Yunnie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going probably going to have major revamp on this blog very soon after 12 Nov 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8593126210495776640?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8593126210495776640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-this-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8593126210495776640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8593126210495776640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-this-space.html' title='Watch this Space'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3239922281547614687</id><published>2011-05-25T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:43:54.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 250511</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by henshin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, guys. I had a problem that I got no one to turn to because it’s also relatively complicated to my friends to help me too, so I seek your help or advice in the aid of solving the problem. Some may still remember my “age gap” thread, but I’ll explain it again here.It’s a relationship problem and it’s really difficult for me to solve it. Let’s refer this girl as J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her for almost 4 years, all started that she joined the martial arts club I was in too. During that time I was a trainee and so had a lot of time to chat with her during training or the break in between. Soon I realized that I fell for her, I started to look out for her. Some time later, I had a chat with her and soon confessed. May be because of the 5 years age gap we had and may be her family problem too (yeah, I shouldn’t had fall for her at that age, but it happened), we agreed that we wait for another 3 years before we get together. Now here comes the first stupid thing I did back then, I said that I don’t mind if she found a guy better than me within this 3 years, but she must tell me honestly and she agreed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the “3 years promise” we remained as very good friends, even my coach and friends had noticed how close that me and her had become. Everything was ok until like 6 months after making the promise, I started to notice that she had posted a lot of status about love on other social website. I couldn’t help but to start getting paranoid and suspicious. One day I finally asked her whether is that she had a boyfriend outside there? Initially she said no, but after much persuasion, she finally admitted that she indeed had one outside without my knowing. I know that we are not a couple yet and it really hurt me a lot, she even mentioned that she treated me like a brother all the while. I was destroyed the moment she said that, I wonder if that’s the case, why would she make the promise along with me. It’s the only time I’ve made promise to a special girl and ever since then, no girls had gave me the feeling that she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day, my heart as if it has died. I could no longer find anything interesting, thus I devoted myself in school work and martial arts training at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month or 2, I realized that she broke off with her boyfriend, whom I had no idea who is it. But I never thought of woo-ing her again until one day in the late 2009, she asked me out to take a neoprint. I was shocked as I never really take a neoprint before, let alone with a girl alone. We had a good chat that day and finally parted ways as she need to go home and I’m meeting another group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that neoprint taking, we slowly chat like how we used to in the past when I woo-ing her. We began to get close like how we used to again, my coach noticed it and hint me that the line of a trainer and a trainee must be clear, but I don’t really care because during training, I am too busy in teaching the others. (I was a black belt at that point of time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried on like that for some time, then I finally had the first date with her, it’s watching a movie. I am very nervous at that time and I almost unable to talk well in front of her. Not only the date, we also like gave each other something. She once gave me a pudding which she made it herself. A lot of my friends told me it’s a good sign, but some also said it’s a different idea. Of course, I made her a cake as well and she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once which that I’m meeting her to give her the birthday present I had for her, it’s a watch. I realized that her aunt (who is taking care of her since she grow up in a single parents family) was giving me the look like scanning me from head to toe. Even her older brother was doing the same thing. Other than the birthday gift, I also folded her 13 roses as I can’t afford that much roses during the valentine’s day. The message more or less was very clear, I want to woo her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times we talked about this, but she never actually faced it directly. Always saying that she needs time to think. So a week before the enlistment day, I asked her again. She said she did give it a thought of being together as a couple, but she said it might be better to stay it that way, she can’t imagine us being together. It’s another shock to me, which also caused me to almost had a depression during the confinement week. We made it clear that we should remains as very good friend and here’s the second stupid promised that I’ve made to her, I’ll never leave her. My friends once again scolded me for doing so, but I feel that she’s that special for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time in BMT, I spent a lot of time talking to her whenever it’s possible. Although it’s all through sms, but I like to chat with her, it always bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happen until recently, when I go back to army after my surgery. We started talking, again, like how we used to when I’m trying to woo her. Talking about relationship and stuff. Although it’s not as good as what the previous 2 times were, but it sure felt like it’s slowly progressing into repeating it’s history. Recently, I just made the 3rd promise which my friends thought it’s stupid, I thought her that if no one takes care of her, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the feeling I felt for her has beyond the feeling of “like”, I’m not sure how it felt like of “love”, but I’m just very happy talking to her. I don’t deny that until now, I still had to feeling, I can’t help but to think that she’s the only girl for me. This thing had been going on for 3 years and reaching 4 years soon. Last month, I went to a fortune teller with kelvin and terry, the master said that the girl for my life already appeared, but the timing is not ripe yet. This was the same thing being told to me when I go to goddess of mercy temple before I enlist to 求簽, the girl is already here, but not the right time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don’t know is what should I do to this relationship? I can’t bring myself to like other girl because I know I will regret. But my friends told me if I do so, I will be wasting my time and youth. What should I do? Thanks for listening to me and this wall of text, hope to hear from you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How glamorous it is to romanticize your affection - each time with greater intensity and stake. Beneath that miasma of words that drowns you so deep in your seeming unattainable love is a terribly self indulging fantasy, lyrically synonymous to several of Jay Chou-like songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not stuck a in limbo of love - rather, it is this narcissistic addiction to these meaningless promises that keep you going. You are symbolically in love with these attachments - you add with a dosage of mystical element like 'the girl is here but not the right time', it simply perpetuate your bondage to this karmic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that you don't have a position of a boyfriend. Nevermind. So you create new positions: (1) Three years promise friend, (2) never leave you promise friend, (3) I will take care of you promise friend (almost like SM, MM and ESM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question is that does she really need your promises to carry on life well? Or do you subconsciously instill such promises, so as to carry on this mindless affection because deep inside, you don't want to give up this fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is likely to be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Unless one can peer through the cloud of delusion, this obsession will likely to entrench you in this karmic whirlpool. There is nothing to solve; there are only perspectives to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3239922281547614687?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3239922281547614687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/05/aunt-agony-250511.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3239922281547614687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3239922281547614687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/05/aunt-agony-250511.html' title='Aunt Agony 250511'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8864816705396984631</id><published>2011-05-12T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:21:35.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 120511</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Originally posted by MilkyZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Guys.. I Need Help Here.. My Girlfriend And I Broke Up.. She Wants to broke up with me.. saying she wanted to be single, she said she dont have much feelings for me.. we been tgt for 1 yr 3 months, broke up on the day after her birthday.. i was so sad and depressed.. cause during those days, she known a guy for 4 days, and she is interested in that guy. broke up with me after knowing that guy for about a week.. after we break up for 8 days. she is tgt with that guy.. until its been 1 month since we broke up. i read all post and i inititated no contact till now. hoping she will miss me and contact me.. but she didnt contact or txt me at all.. like she nv even miss me ?? i still got check her fb sometimes.. i can't help it.. the feelings still there.. is not easy to get over with.. both of them , their facebook profile keep having those loving messages and stuffs.. and now she put into a relationship with that guy.. she said she wanted TO B E SINGLE !? is she lying to me ?! That time we talk which is our last talk where the break up comes.. she said if i love her i should let her go ! cause she wanted to be single so i let her go cause i still love her.. but now i still think of her and want her back.. she is my 1st love and i still have feelings for her.. guys . what should i do to make her miss me and regret it ??And i just saw her facebook uploaded the both of them, their pictures.. the kissing and hugging parts.. fucking fucked up.. the guy is even worse looking than me.. i really had nothing to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Guys.. I nv treated Her Badly.. ?? I Know myself I treated her damn good.. i also did go for work.. i even bought her a lot of things.. and especially her birthday.. even i left $300 i spend almost $200 +..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her friends are all touched by me when i give her the final blow which is an SK jewellry necklace.. ALL her friends said that i am very good to her.. Best to her.. And They All Helped Me Saying my Ex.. I Just Dun Know What Is So Attractive About That Guy.. An ITE With a Gpa of 3.0 .. Face Like Gay.. Pie Kia.. Long Hair.. Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just That He started Learning Martial Arts ?? And During inside that 1 week .. my ex chiong cab down to clarke just to meet that guy for half an hour.. And I Confirmed That she know that guy 1 week only during that time cause she work at CANON for 4 days nia.. That's How She Knew Him.. Guys I seriously Dun Understand Why She Changed So Fast ?? I Am Also Her 1st love.. how can she so easily moved on ?? This Feeling Really Fucked Up Siazz.. Is Not I wanna Be EMO or sad.. i just keep thinking and missing her when i don't want to !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any guys can advices or help out ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wondered if the reasons given are important to process the break up or the break up itself is a reason suffices to decide that probably this person is not really the one to begin with. You have two prominent issues; (1) you are grieving over the lost of your 1 year odd relationship, (2) you are angry over the fact that she ended up with someone else almost instantly after breaking up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grief over a lost relationship is natural; the epiphany is almost as if a part of you died along with your divine soul and it can be witnessed in your daily functioning activities (e.g. mourning for the lost, no one to meet up over the weekends, nobody to hold hands, etc). Most people detest major changes because relationship often seek to maintain its homeostasis - simply refers to its 'natural balance' where status quo prevail over possible new changes, in which some level of uncomfortable adjustment has to be made and be accommodated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your anger seemed justified; with facebook pictures depicting her new relationship in intimate poses; certainly it can be hard for anyone to accept it in a point-blank fashion. The additional frustration also adds weight as you relate how nicely you treated her, despite making personal sacrifices. The attempt was futile in saving the relationship though, but honestly, a part of me wonders how much of the relationship is actually salvageable in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is diagnosed with final stage pancreatic cancer (most fatal type of cancer); chances are, death is inevitable. The knowledge of being diagnosed as pancreatic cancer (category type) in its final stage (time frame) makes load of difference as compared to another who is only told that he is clinically suffering from cancer. If you know that you have no chance of being cured, you will probably try to improve the quality of your life because that is probably the only way you could end on a higher note given the same outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is that for your case: ‘death’ has already occurred. Understandably, the reason of death means little to our emotional mind because it is as painful as it could get for anyone to lose someone they love. It is indeed a struggle to move along. However the question remains for you: what level of note would you want to end for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that the breakup is due to the absence of love; is this something that you perceive you could do ‘something’ about it to get it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you force love out of someone who doesn’t have it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you could – will it turn out to be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8864816705396984631?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8864816705396984631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/05/aunt-agony-120511.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8864816705396984631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8864816705396984631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/05/aunt-agony-120511.html' title='Aunt Agony 120511'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3235234295795949179</id><published>2011-02-23T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:09:13.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><title type='text'>Fight Alone</title><content type='html'>I wondered if I am getting cynical or just being binomial in my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am acquiring some form of natural immunity towards any variation of 'happy' stimuli - it seemed that many things that ought to make me happy (or I would generally think it should) don't really affect me in a very big way anymore. I am a natural positive person - but positive and happiness is two separate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics just reminded me that in my life I fight alone. After all, I was left fending for myself in the past - and even in my worst state of abandonment, I overcame that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fighter; I never yield to circumstances. I merely change the terrain and continue fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kehq4gZXnhE/TWfh9y7sXHI/AAAAAAAACW4/AQOcH8B8-ZE/s1600/Fight%2BAlone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kehq4gZXnhE/TWfh9y7sXHI/AAAAAAAACW4/AQOcH8B8-ZE/s320/Fight%2BAlone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577675115282062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3235234295795949179?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3235234295795949179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/fight-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3235234295795949179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3235234295795949179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/fight-alone.html' title='Fight Alone'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kehq4gZXnhE/TWfh9y7sXHI/AAAAAAAACW4/AQOcH8B8-ZE/s72-c/Fight%2BAlone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6238202399080141787</id><published>2011-02-11T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:44:50.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 110211</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Originally posted by Simple Annie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage has been a sad one.Hubby and I dun talk much. Was kind of an arranged marriage.We cannot divorce. We stayed married on as we have 2 small kids. Lately, I met my ex and we had a walk &amp;amp; talk. He is getting married .I felt happy for him and at the same time, I could not help thinking of those times we had loved each other deeply.I feel so envious and at the same time, I kind of miss his love for me. We did not marry then as he was 3 years younger and was not well-off enough.My family wanted me to be with my hubby then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sad to be in a loveless marriage. I wish I can die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time where we cannot abnegate our power to make our own decision to external forces just because ‘it has always been this way.’ You are an adult – biologically old enough to have your own children. It would have been different if you were a child, but even a child suffers the consequences of his/her ignorant acts. Regardless of reasoning, the outcome of today's circumstance is but an effect of choice/s made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own rights to decide the life you want to live. As much as this is an arranged marriage, things manifest the way it did because part of your agreement to whatever decision that was made just unfold itself, like logical scenes in your ‘love story’ thus far (albeit not a happy one). For relationship is a voluntary arrangement between two people to come together in a union; a marriage merely legalize this deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a central perspective in your post, coupled with a number of what I call 'absolute thinking values'. I will address them individually below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central to your thoughts is likely to be as such: you seemed to believe that things are probably fixed. You are married. You have two children and probably seemed like a 'happy family' outside. Making any decision to possibly ruin this will immediate equate to an act of blasphemy or treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute thinking values are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i) We cannot divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are employing the same flow of logics once again and then I would causally ask why 'cannot?' Of course I know there are good reasons to remain status quo and I would have easily share the same thoughts - however in reality, regardless of what those reasons are, basically, what happens is that you have made an active commitment by opting for 'the choice to remain in the relationship' as compared to 'we cannot divorce'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that I am talking about the same thing, but it is actually not. I will explain in my next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii) It is so sad to be in a loveless marriage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably degenerated into a loveless marriage. Like a house, if we don't regularly clean it, dust will start accumulating and we all know too well what will happen shortly. You probably thought that this relationship first begins 'without romantic love' and hence it will surely lead to a loveless marriage. But I must say that it is part of your belief association that self prophesize into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you combine 'cannot divorce' with 'loveless marriage' - basically, it is sure ingredient for a miserable perspective. But eventually from (i), if you deemed that it is a choice that you choose to stay, then naturally you also have a choice to do something about your loveless marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not advocating for a stay/bye bye position in your marriage - what I want to point out is that there is this shade of grey that you could look into - if you wished for a more fulfilling relationship. Certainly, you have already made your choice; turning your shoulders to see how far your past has been is definitely not helpful to you in a forward looking perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have contact for an upcoming marital workshop for couples 5 years or less into their matrimony. It is not conducted by me, but if you are interested, you can PM me for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6238202399080141787?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6238202399080141787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/aunt-agony-110211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6238202399080141787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6238202399080141787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/aunt-agony-110211.html' title='Aunt Agony 110211'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3439427442166816491</id><published>2011-02-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:08:12.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 080211</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by PurpleGiraffe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I should even be serious with this forum. I shall just try my luck here and see what I can get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broke up with my ex of 5 years. It's been 10 months. And feelings of guilt never really left me. Sometimes when I come across stuffs that he gave me, memories of us will start to come by and I'll start to tear.. Sometimes I really wonder the reason behind why I'm tearing. Was it because I'm starting to miss this person or was I feeling guilty? That after all these years of him treating me so well, I just have to leave him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He was actually a very nice person to me. He paid attention to my needs. He took really good care of me. He bought presents for me, things that I couldn't really afford since I was then a student. He wasn't some rich kid either. His pay was meager, probably sufficient for his living expenses. Savings were just barely much. But he just wanted the best for me, he would get me gifts cause he knew that the gift would make me happy, no matter how much it costs. These only showed he's not a person who just showers you with presents, but also with whatever he can afford, he'll give the best to you. That's how nice he is. He treats his parents and friends well too. He's a filial son. His nature of work requires him to work long hours with little pay. Whichever job he chooses, he just wished that he could fork out the time to spend time with me after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I still felt something's lacking between us.. Something called chemistry and the kind of emotional communication and engagement through verbal words. What's lacking between us is like we tend to attend to our physical needs but our emotional side of it seemed to have been neglected. Some of my emotional problems where how much I wished I could pour it to him, somehow weren't really well-received. I've tried to pour the kind of what I term as my emotional communication to him, but the responses I get from him could only be this much. I just wanted him to understand me more, understand how I'm feeling inside more. Why did it seem to be so hard? Maybe people might say that some people are just not good at words. I totally agree with it. But I really think communication between a couple is really important to sustain the relationship for the rest of our journey. This is something that was really lacking in that relationship and I really felt very terrible carrying on, with thoughts that I really wouldn't want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to be someone who doesn't really understand me in my heart. My emotional needs. I did try telling him the kind of emotional needs that I wanted.. But 5 years.. I just still didn't seem to get it from the relationship that I decided to end it. I really want to start my pursuit of my so called happyness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can someone tell me if I was wrong? I mean there's no turning back. I just want to clear what I'm really feeling inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some of the money that I used to owe him, should I return it back to him? Or should I just let go and forget about it? Money to him is pointless already..? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that you have come a long way before you call it quit. To execute such a decision wouldn't be easy for anyone in your shoes and it must have been a struggle internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said he attended to your needs - but somehow I sense slight discrepancy in your post: perhaps in reality, what he has fulfilled are merely 'less qualitative' needs that may be important, but not essentially critical. It seemed to me that you have a deeper need that remained unsettled and he doesn't appear to understand how to go about addressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you have already moved along, here are some questions for you to ponder over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) What exactly constitute your emotional needs? Would you be able to describe what exactly are you looking for, instead of lumping everything under the category of 'emotional needs'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) You pinpointed the singular cause of the failed attempt to understand your emotional needs to the lack of mutually communication. What exactly caused this lack of communication? Was the relationship like that when you first started out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) What is the symbolic representation in the act of returning him money? What does the act mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3439427442166816491?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3439427442166816491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/aunt-agony-080211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3439427442166816491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3439427442166816491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/02/aunt-agony-080211.html' title='Aunt Agony 080211'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8714691059803609652</id><published>2011-01-30T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:38:37.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 300111 (continued from AA 290111)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by Naive Bayes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say does make sense..I am gaining perspectives, but I am still kind of stucked in that position. Though I understand that only I can really heal the emotional wounds inside, I am not very sure of the methodologies to cope with it. Perhaps, you could elaborate or give some suggestions on how I can deal with the internal festering wounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that it is more of gaining acceptence of myself and trying to forgive myself, rather than to get the person to forgive me. There were also times where I was afraid that there is an underlying latent issue at the back of my head that is much more serious.Sometimes, it could just be a case in which I simply think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have I created an illusion that has been fooling my own emotions all this while? If that is the case, how can I get my own subconcience to accept it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to break out of this, and share my experience with everyone else. There are many people like me, who couldn't let go and I would hope that my analysis of myself through here could give pointers to the rest of the world out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To angel: Thanks to you too. Your sense of humour does raise my spirits indirectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have a number of cases who asked me the same question - it is all good when we give ourselves rational reasons why we should/need to move on. It's all good really; just that the problem arises only when our emotions fail to move as fast as our mind and creates a discrepancy within that revealed a huge distance gap that caused this inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your emotion as the speed of driving a truck and your mind as a sports car. Sometimes, the more we push our mind to 'get over and done with it' - it resulted in a severe backlash and we relapse constantly because both entities are basically travelling at two extreme speed and there is minimum effort in reconciling. Ultimately, both entities belong to one body, so like it or not, you got to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are ritualistic creatures - meaning, we sometimes seek to exhibit irrational actions or behaviours in enabling us for a closure or putting an end to a particular chapter in our life. It is quite evitable that you have yet to come in terms with the way the circumstances has turn out for you, thus understanding what it takes to bring you to your eventual destination is pretty much critical for you to move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why I coin this as a 'ritual' because ritual are purely human construct to symbolize certain experience. For example, we perform funeral rites for people who are dead - it acts as a form of closure. Obviously from a scientific point of view, when a person's biological body fails to function, the person is already dead. The funeral, from a pure scientific view, is a redundant act because the 'end' has already ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what sort of 'ritual' do you need to perform before the chapter can begin to close gradually? You said self forgiveness - so what needs to happen before self forgiveness can take place? If it means doing 'seeming' stupid things like 'needing to say what you need to say to her' - contrary to popular belief, I would say just do it if you know it brings about this effect, which is closer to your goal of achieving self closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy when you approach the subject of recovery because the pace of healing is truly relative. It's normal to falter randomly during recovery period - after all, these experiences are there to let us learn something about love, so that we can grow as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8714691059803609652?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8714691059803609652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-300111-continued-from-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8714691059803609652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8714691059803609652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-300111-continued-from-aa.html' title='Aunt Agony 300111 (continued from AA 290111)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-9073775866125314784</id><published>2011-01-29T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:33:13.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 290111</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Originally posted by Naive Bayes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lurking around for some time here, and I have an issue that has been bugging me for almost a year. I do not have anybody close enough that I can relate to, so I guess this is the next best place to voice my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed a friendship I had with a lady a year back. This lady was really somebody I truely treasured, but I killed the friendship because I had unwittingly fell in love with her and said things that should have been left unspoken. As a result, she wasn't too pleased with me, and I have been avoided ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the correct thing for me to do is to move on. I have tried to convince myself that all I am feeling, was just an obsession and not true love. I have tried to push my thoughts away by focusing on my work and trying to participate in activities with other friends. When I am busy, I would not reminiscence about the past and I would try to keep to a cheerful facade. But sometimes, at night, when I am lying down in my bed, these thoughts would come creeping towards me and I would be burdened by regrets of the things I did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in freewill, that I have no control about what other people feel about me. I can't force a person to come back to me nor can I control anyone's action. I also believe that there is no point crying about spilt milk. But despite all the rules and safe guards I have placed in my life, I turned myself into a victim of my own emotions. Here I am, crying about spilt milk that has probably turned sour by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought that time heals all wounds. Sometimes it does, but sometimes the wound seems to reopen again. For a period of time, I felt great. But suddenly, my mind is bleeding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for any help, probably just a listening ear. I have enough I keeping this to myself, and I am trying to let this post be an avenue to purge out this negative emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been a painful decision - to 'straighten up' an ambivalent situation with an absolute decision. Perhaps it wasn't the best decision you have given to yourself, but ultimately, the ego was probably so badly damaged that at that point of time that it might be the only maneuver you could attempt to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be easier on your emotion if you could learn to release yourself from the positioning your decision with morality - namely, a 'good' or 'bad' move. Logically, you tried to reason out with yourself as you figured that it wasn't the outcome you envisioned and tried to adopt a philosophy that best adapt to this outcome. I am not saying that this is bad coping (we all have different ways to cope with negative outcome), just that the cause of why old wounds are reopening again is because you attended to your wounds superficially by pasting plasters all over your injuries, while your real core festers insidiously within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's rotting inside cuts and split the flesh apart, reeking emotional tunes of your wistful past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not reached to an acceptance stage, although you experienced a shift in momentum; this is akin to you standing at the same position, merely turning your direction from east to west. Yes you get to see new things, but you are in the same spot - all the time actually. You turn from west to north; same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a good question you might want to ask yourself "what could you do to help you move towards the stage of acceptance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-9073775866125314784?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/9073775866125314784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-290111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/9073775866125314784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/9073775866125314784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-290111.html' title='Aunt Agony 290111'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4126335095406017465</id><published>2011-01-18T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:47:06.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 180111</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Originally posted by Yingjunmingz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have a gf for 1 1/2 years now. and from the start until now, she have never treated me nice or right.But in the past i usually tolerated it, for i love her alot and i believe deep down she loves me too, but now, im emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, while she was with me, she kept thinking of her ex-bf and need him to stay by her side like SMS her meet her often etc. to the extend of sending him i miss you so much kinda msges. At those times i wanted to leave, but she kept holding me back, saying she need me as well. We quarreled and fought over this but in the end, she gave him up, in that romantic kind of way. but they are neutral friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that issue, i thought everything was going to be fine but it was just the beginning. As we grew closer, her true colours came out. She would attitude me or not respond to me talking to her for absolutely no reason or for minor reasons like for eg. me giving her the wrong color of the towels or if i cant hear what she is saying cause sometimes she talks really dam soft. We have occasional quarrels over this and the cycle always goes like this. She starts throwing tantrum &gt; me Confronting her &gt; She throws even bigger longer tantrums &gt; until i have to apologize and wait for 3-7days til she cools down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she got a part time job at the same company as me, but different working locations. Every morning, she would throw tantrum and give attitude because i am not ready preparing, or prepare slower than her every morning (She lives with me). and the reason she gives is I didnt pack her bag for her, or she is tired sleepy. Until i had enough, i started feeling numb and not giving a dam. but she noticed my change, i really wanted a clean break but she kept threatening me with suicide and stuff like that and kept forcing me to take off to accompany her but i really cant.until i quitted my job as i cannot take the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, feeling guilty of the way i treated her during the phase in the above paragraph, i treated her even better than i used to, and no confrontation nothing if she starts her nonsense. i just 'bao rong' embrace her. And she had never done anything for me before, even if i ask her to pass me a tissue something like that. this continued until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. For the past week she've been throwing tantrums in the morning, like that period of time she went to work (now shes studying) and throwing tantrums after school for being tired. i really cant take this anymore. until a few days ago, i couldnt take off on her off day(from private school), she started contacting her another ex-bf whom they had a physical r/s with. meaning just sexual. I couldnt take it. As i do not have any evidence, (she would say, we are just friends what now.) i cant say anything, but because of me not being able to accompany her for one day. she have to do this to me. Dear forummers, what should i do????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY PLS...question lies with the choice itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have intense vested interest in this relationship and certain 'profit &amp;amp; lost' perspective kinda reduced your consideration in deciding to walk out of the relationship. Surely it's natural to feel or demand ROI for all the 'love equity' we have invested in, but sometimes love is not just about time, effort, money or sacrifices (though these are important qualities).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will brutely honest: as much as you have painted yourself an exiguous picture of a victim suppressed by his gf - there are also significant returns you are getting out of this - a 'familiar' relationship of 20 months living together and probably regular sex. Seemed like you are experiencing poignant frustration and your so called 'sacrifices' are somewhat 'a bad trade off', which you probably find that this deal might be 'overvalued' and you paying more than the initial forecast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, even subjected to overwhelming trivial nonsenses hurled by her, or greater issues with her ex, you quietly accept the outcome (although not without protest or reluctancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blatantly, you are not happy in this relationship. But you accepted anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her series of tests are not random; these are exhibited because the men before you largely conditioned her to believe that it is her prerogative to behave as such; in simple, she is 'rewarded' in some ways for displaying bad attitude and reinforced by unconscious habit and personality - changing that might be akin to moving mountains. You can start by taking away small stones, but chances are, you might have died of heatstroke before you can witness transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to decide if this is an issue with compatibility or you are simply staying put because of habitual reasoning. Only then, you will know what you want to do about it and figure out your plans on how to go about executing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4126335095406017465?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4126335095406017465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-180111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4126335095406017465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4126335095406017465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunt-agony-180111.html' title='Aunt Agony 180111'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8053315692626007695</id><published>2010-12-13T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:06:33.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Feeling Unworthy?</title><content type='html'>I would think that today's dialogue has come to some interesting (though not surprising) conclusion, which I would like share: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nobody can make us feel unworthy unless we give them to permission to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think that it is only normal for one to feel extremely screwed up after a break up and honestly, the 'natural' direction our thoughts would automatically lead us is usually the point about us probably being 'fucked up', hence the 'punishment' of being ditched or cheated on is 'acceptable', especially if the separation was initiated by the other person or if he/she cheated on you with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inward directed self blame does insane amount of damage to ourselves because we fail to comprehend the reason for the perishment, thus resorting to us thinking that we must be unlovable. CloUdiSm would have think that the end of our cosmic lessons in love naturally brings about the death of the relationship, which is slightly different from the fatalistic perspective because there is a accounted reason/s and not conceding to the rationale of 'what will be, will be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is no more life, naturally there will be no more breath. Life is an essence, not something that you can 'see' or capture it in a bottle. Yet it is critical, in some ways, that keeps our mortality 'alive'. Thus in my framework, cosmic lesson represent the life that maintains the relationship and when you complete them, it dies and leaves behind a tale we termed as memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some changes are critical for our own growth and may seemed to be negative as first, but take comfort in the fact that the darker the night, the brighter the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to lose first, in order to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8053315692626007695?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8053315692626007695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-unworthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8053315692626007695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8053315692626007695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-unworthy.html' title='Feeling Unworthy?'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7766203859562485135</id><published>2010-12-02T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:11:01.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go with the Flow</title><content type='html'>We don't win every battle in life. Sometimes it is just the way it is - not to delegate the responsibility to external locus of control by chance, but sometimes, you just don't have the macro advantage to get to where you want to go and micro advantages may not have enough firepower to push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone mention about taking a break - I think it makes greater sense to me right now. I really need a break from all this shit because I have never stopped trying to restore my original functioning level by sheer brute strength. And trying to move against the tide is way too ineffective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri spoke about the flow. I know what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a large component of my own identity that perished with the ship that sunk, with the last burning memory of having to witness my co-sailor escaping the doomed ship by a speed boat to another ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-sailor had a contingency plan. I never - I had no alternative route. I died when the ship gets swallowed by the sea. I couldn't swim. Death was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find back this divine soul that was lost. I shall devote the entire 2011 to do just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhaier - you will need to find yourself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7766203859562485135?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7766203859562485135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-with-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7766203859562485135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7766203859562485135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-with-flow.html' title='Go with the Flow'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2627832641230448843</id><published>2010-11-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:36:22.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 271110</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by rouko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with her for 3 years already and she thinks we will get married. But after this relationship with her I found out that I’m gay and I’m very sure now. She is a stunning beauty but I can’t seem to get on bed with her each time she suggests we do it I tried but I have little feeling compared to when I fantasize about guys. I still love my gf but I feel it’s not fair to lead her on since I am sure of my sexual orientation now. How should I tell her this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, it must have been a shocking to any partner on the receiving end for such devastating news. For a gay person to engage in a heterosexual relationship is actually quite common as the revelation will sink in after they realized that they are not sexually attracted to their partner, which will spark a reflective, introspection journey that end up with your kind of conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think your relationship with her will eventually deplete its meaning because this new found knowledge about yourself will make this equation an error, serving nobody's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling her honestly will likely to be met with denial and bitterness. You must anticipate that pain is inevitable - it depends on how swift the cut you want to deliver, instead of dragging this doom relationship further into some illusion of grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2627832641230448843?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2627832641230448843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/11/aunt-agony-271110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2627832641230448843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2627832641230448843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/11/aunt-agony-271110.html' title='Aunt Agony 271110'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8945014926431739302</id><published>2010-11-02T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:10:24.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><title type='text'>Philosophy and Love</title><content type='html'>Philosophy in love? Can eat or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are many school of thoughts (and much as you may not be consciously thinking about such things, we all have our own philosophy in Love) and philosophically speaking, I would think that most people generally fall under these two main categories - in terms of perspective (ignoring the others for now). They are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monism and Dualism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of figured that people are daunted by words that sounded deep, but essentially, words are merely our way of expressing ideas into something intelligible that could be understood mutually by someone else. And many times, people don't realized that a significant part of their behaviors and way of processing thoughts about their relationship are actually fueled by their own fundamental philosophy in love, which actually give rise to certain phenomenon and circumstances unique to them and their love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monist subscribe to the philosophy that love means two-becoming-one. Essentially, they see that when you have a relationship, both parties blend into the relationship and become one entity. There is no distinctive separation between the man and the woman for both has to sacrifice individualism (or change) to keep the relationship alive. Conflict occurs because of the 'push-pull' effect - due to the lack of understanding and compromising - which affect the harmony of the relationship. The relationship is the highest good. Some manifest effect of such belief is probably the thinking that couple should always spend their time together or the extreme devastation of severing this 'entity' when a breakup occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dualism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dualist believes that relationship is two-coming-together. Man and woman are made differently and maintain that love is but two willing separate strangers coming together to form a relationship. Conflicts arise because Man are from Mars and Woman from Venus. Ideally, working through conflicts involves compromising, which is the key in maintaining relationship without losing individualism. Dualist maintain that it is important to keep personal self strong and our personality is the highest good. Some manifest effect could probably fall under the thinking that platonic friendship between ex-lovers are possible or differences in personality actually complements the relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, our own philosophy in love does evolve from experience and oscillate between these two main school of thoughts, depending on the development of our love journey. However, these two perspectives are still generally one-sided and does not provide adequate coverage to the complexity of a relationship and how it could positively grow beyond its limits. Therefore, they must be some middle way to these two extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore CloUdism adopts a nondualism perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nondualism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nondualist believes that the relationship is a result of the combination of both parties, yet maintaining that these two people are distinctively different. Relationship to a nondualist is two-but-not-two. Nondualist maintain individualism, yet eradicates malicious habits as a result of individualism that is harmful for the relationship. The nondualist maintain trust, yet care enough to keep close to the relationship. Conflict arises because both individuals and relationship are not maintaining nondualistic perspective and suffer from issues of the either extreme. Both the relationship and our personality shared the same level of good. Manifest effect of such thinking probably influence the belief that a supportive relationship is crucial (overlapping of social/gender roles) or to respect an individual's past and work towards a common future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TNA30ABnASI/AAAAAAAACWg/_p_SZ_F0XrQ/s1600/two-headed-turtle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TNA30ABnASI/AAAAAAAACWg/_p_SZ_F0XrQ/s320/two-headed-turtle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534985308537815330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8945014926431739302?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8945014926431739302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/11/philosophy-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8945014926431739302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8945014926431739302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/11/philosophy-and-love.html' title='Philosophy and Love'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TNA30ABnASI/AAAAAAAACWg/_p_SZ_F0XrQ/s72-c/two-headed-turtle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8702619306144759887</id><published>2010-10-20T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:01:23.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>I think it's totally crazy; am suppose to be working on my assignments but I ended up studying Buddhism because I have to do some sharing soon. Now I had to blog this post because I am totally amazed at how profound the philosophy of Buddhism is - I think this realization is Eureka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-dogmatic alignment with reason, logic and science - that belief is true belief, subjected nothing to blind faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have just widen my perspective by a huge width.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8702619306144759887?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8702619306144759887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/eureka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8702619306144759887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8702619306144759887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5442321919092333283</id><published>2010-10-13T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:33:40.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 131010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Originally posted by Pritzzi07:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 30 y-o unmarried man. The problem is i'm in love with a woman same age as me who is working as a night club hostess and part time prostitute. I want to marry her but  I know my family and friends will not accept this and i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first me met her during a night out with a group of my friends at the nightclub she works in. It was the first and only time i have visited a night club. She kept me company there and we had a good chat. I fell for her after that night and could not forget her. She followed me and my friends to one of my friend's house that night and 2 of my friends paid to have sex with her there. I refused to do the same. Both of them paid to have sex with her again several times more after that night. I kept in touch with her after that night though phones and finally, 2 months after that i asked her out for the first time. She said yes, and we have been going out regularly for dates for 3 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really express my feeling to her yet although i told her i enjoy going out with her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? Any advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With almost one decade of being around in AA, cases such as this do crop up from time to time. I have always challenge the poster to come back and share their success stories with maybe a PM or a topic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None ever came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of you are living in two different dimensions and have two separate developmental needs. You being the unmarried bachelor is hoping to fall in love, date and marry the woman you love. She is one woman working to pay her bills and fuel her current standard of living. Her encounter with you is merely a business transaction, eloquently said by ditzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite heeding to your moral intention of not having to pay her for sex, that does not mean that her dealing with you does not stem out of a business transaction. On one hand your simple minded perspective just want to love her for love sake, on the other hand, it is highly probable that she actually perceive you as a 'lucrative' business deal that could rake in much more than 'per-session' deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely a woman, regardless how slattern, is entitled to their pursue of love. However, the astrological causal connection towards how the man first begin the relationship with these ladies is all too familiar: the classic Neptune-afflicted relationship, thrown with a couple of karmic strings attached to it. It would be worst if your profile somewhat belong to either one/more of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You do not have any meaningful relationship before OR isn't in a meaningful relationship for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You do not receive much positive responses from ladies in a romantic sense. You have encountered multiple rejection/failed chase process towards forming meaningful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your life has history of being involved in/as (i) third party, (ii) sub-rosa relationship, (iii) elicit relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Not all presenting choices are benign. Some existed because these are karmic landmines to get us into deep shit. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5442321919092333283?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5442321919092333283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/aunt-agony-131010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5442321919092333283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5442321919092333283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/aunt-agony-131010.html' title='Aunt Agony 131010'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3682096172796443432</id><published>2010-10-09T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:38:32.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 091010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Originally posted by Doom995:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, i was out with my camp mates dinner gathering. One of my sissy camp mates just show my gf and i pictures for everyone to laught. I know what they are laughing at. Because my gf is quite fat. I can’t stand that humiliation towards my gf…i was so fucking angry on that time till now. I already show my fucking attitude to all of them after they laught. But even they say sorry,pai seh and what ever, but i don’t think i will meet them anymore…this is not the first time already if this happen again i think i will fucking puch them hit them one by one..i really endure very long and i can’t take it anymore. Come on tell me what to do kick all of their ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are affected because you perceived that they are being rude to your girlfriend. On the surface that appears to be the case, but part of that ruffled emotion is attributed to the fact that you subtly conceded to their perspective, hence the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you violently react on your part, what happen is that you subconsciously acknowledge their fact and you made that matter to you. The truth is that we cannot cease people from bitching about us (or our partner) and your role as a boyfriend is not to convince the world that your woman is beautiful to them, but rather, it's beautiful because you love her for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: There is a niche is every market - it doesn't matter which partner you choose for as long as you like what you have. Some guys like girls who are on the meaty/fleshy side and if they are comfortable, seriously, why give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3682096172796443432?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3682096172796443432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/aunt-agony-091010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3682096172796443432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3682096172796443432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/aunt-agony-091010.html' title='Aunt Agony 091010'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4919551578988423216</id><published>2010-10-03T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:12:06.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somber'/><title type='text'>RIP - Mdm Kwa Geok Choo</title><content type='html'>I think Lao Lee must have been devastated - although I may not agree with some of his political views, but I must say that I truly respect the way he develops his relationship with her. It is the same model which I envisioned as an ideal for myself - that a relationship isn't just companionship, but more importantly, a partnership towards towards a cause they both believe in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demise of Mrs Lee of taught me something important - that really, behind every successful man is a woman. And when she was physically fallen, Lao Lee not only took care of her, but also read to her two hours every day. It's not about the act that makes him faithful or a sentimental lover, but rather, the gratitude towards his wife who have supported him when he was a nobody and now in return, he took care of her, is genuine love - a bona fide love that rise above the test of time. If he was a narcissistic lover, then he would only be interested in receiving but not giving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act of giving, this altruistic part of a human quality, can be define as a virtue that divide us between the realm of human and beast. Love can really bring out this altruistic part of us and express them in the most beautiful manner ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship reinforce my personal stand - that if I were to marry someone who is unable to support my ideals, then it is better than I remain single. To have an exclusive companion is good, but companionship can be found easily. A relationship that builds solely only companionship, dinner dates and movie partner will hit a ceiling soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Lao Lee - if I am going to have a relationship of 63 years, then the relationship needs something greater to sustain it because there is only so many places you can eat, so many movies you can watch and so many countries you can visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comforted by the fact my thoughts are not utopia, but are possible and the right way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TKgeMqSFRAI/AAAAAAAACWY/S0-W0D_Cn08/s1600/02-300x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TKgeMqSFRAI/AAAAAAAACWY/S0-W0D_Cn08/s320/02-300x200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523698145827308546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4919551578988423216?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4919551578988423216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/rip-mdm-kwa-geok-choo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4919551578988423216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4919551578988423216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/10/rip-mdm-kwa-geok-choo.html' title='RIP - Mdm Kwa Geok Choo'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TKgeMqSFRAI/AAAAAAAACWY/S0-W0D_Cn08/s72-c/02-300x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4262265804141298801</id><published>2010-09-10T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:24:17.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Security or Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TIpbeks0VhI/AAAAAAAACWI/pQc9jnsPAZk/s1600/misc-locks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TIpbeks0VhI/AAAAAAAACWI/pQc9jnsPAZk/s320/misc-locks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515321274474452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly I have been called an idealist when I thought it was basically fundamental. Perhaps, my definition of what's fundamental might be classified as idealistic, but I would still stick to my guns on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folkways effect on being single in modern Singapore is quite apparent. There seemed to be somewhat a pressure on getting people hitched, especially if you are on the road to be of a 'marriageable age'. Somewhat socially, we are conformed to believe that we must be attached in order to achieve some sort of stability, so as to ensure certain level of self worth and certainty that we are loved and wanted. This is especially pronounced in that of a woman than a man, but it affects both ways equally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the concept of 'single' equates to 'being alone' or 'unwanted', instead of enjoying life while actively looking out for someone who could complement you. What happens in reality is that people choose existing pool of potentials from their social circle and often decide upon mates that don't exactly fit very well. These are what I call the 2nd/3rd order partners, which serve as a function to negate the perspective of being 'unwanted' to 'wanted' - but deep within their subconscious, they don't exactly love their chosen partner/s in a deeper sense, other than the need to appease this insecurity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't surprise me that a significant number of woman end up marrying for security and not for love. It doesn't matter whether they are dissatisfied or unhappy, because at the end of the day, they are still 'wanted' and being alone or seen to be alone is a devil greater than being in a unhappy/dissatisfied relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why one out of every three marriage will end up in divorce. It is not because the love wasn't strong - it is because the fundamentals is already wrong in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The teleology in love can be so profound insofar that they cannot be understood merely by the context of the love in which they express through the interaction of the relationship. Sometimes, we need to deal with our own fear of loneliness, so that we are able to lead the relationship in a less suppressive manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4262265804141298801?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4262265804141298801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/09/security-or-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4262265804141298801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4262265804141298801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/09/security-or-love.html' title='Security or Love?'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TIpbeks0VhI/AAAAAAAACWI/pQc9jnsPAZk/s72-c/misc-locks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5895711655703105993</id><published>2010-08-31T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:47:03.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 310810</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Originally posted by Thinkingofyou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been married for over one and a half years. My husband's posted overseas for work slightly over 3 months ago. There is another 4 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure but highly suspect that its due to my loneliness, that I recently found myself thinking of a man who had chosen to depart from my life and discontinue our unusual and illicit relationship, after I told him that my then-bf (who became my husband) proposed to me and I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last heard from him about 1 year ago, when he popped online to ask me how I was. he had "vanished" for many months before that, when I told him that my then-bf proposed to me. He popped up 1 yr ago that time, he asked me whether I had accepted the proposal. I said yes. This is in itself, a lie, because actually I was already married by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I told him that I have accepted the proposal, which today I think was the biggest mistake of my life, this man never contacted me ever again. Before that he was already acting weird and said how he didn't feel that it's right of him to continue our unusual relationship while my real bf and I took serious steps to cement our relationship (through engagement). He said he feels bad towards my then-bf, who did not do anything wrong to him and feels he can't "violate" an engagement that will amount to marriage (as all engagements are supposed to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its due to my husband not being around, that i've been thinking of him again (prior to my husband's leaving singapore for the posting, I didn't think of that man too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now in fact, not only do I think of him, I visualise meeting him and us in embrace. I also wonder if the fact that he's still lurking around in my mind, is because there was no proper closure between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him so dearly and I pray to God that he has found happiness with a girl who makes him laugh like I do, who understands him like I do and who can click with him so well like i do. In other words, I feel that I'd have been this girl together with him married, if we met under different circumstances or in an alternate reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of him. and I'm also worried of how this affects my marriage. Last week i even threw my temper at my husband when he phoned, I think its because of my thoughts and feelings for this man. what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he chose to cut me off after thinking that I was getting married, yet he had no qualms about having feelings for me all throughout the time when I was attached to my then-bf or attached to previous bfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there such a big distinction between the status of married and attached, if you're a guy and you have feelings for a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the woman he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much a fantasy constructed entirely from your mind; as you have mentioned, most of your communication with him is within this virtual space, hence it's easy to say that this man could have been part of your marriage plan if 'he' were to do something in the past. I am not concerned about who makes a better fit (between your husband or the other guy), but rather, to use ideas of what you think the relationship would be like from a hypothetical point of view can be very different from the reality of being together with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there is serious dissatisfaction in your marriage and this is something that is creating powerful push factor/s to rethink into your marriage. This man conveniently served as a tool of escapism, where the line between what's real and unreal becomes blur. Surely circumstances would have led you to where you are now and there are higher reasons why circumstances are manipulated into what they are and these are not easily comprehended by our finite mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is common manifestation of a dissatisfied relationship and if you find yourself having to retrace your decision (although not entirely acting on it just yet), it probably suggest the perilous state of health your relationship is at. If you perceived that this 'other man' requires a greater status other than just being a man 'you could have, but didn't', this is probably where your complication really begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like the previous attempts of mending the relationship wasn't exactly fruitful. There is still much underlying current of intensive emotions hidden at the back of your subconscious. It would truly be fallacious if people believe that marriage will dissolve all existing problem in their BGR relationship - e.g, your illicit relationship with the other man. The truth is that it merely burrows itself into our subconscious, waiting for opportunity to screw our mind and heart once again because we fail to recognise the crux of issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common phenomenon for people who are unavailable/unable to commit to find someone likewise because there appear to be 'safety' in 'playing around' with people who are unavailable as it socially 'restrain' us from transgressing. But the problem is that if we don't recognise them as part of our mechanism to prevent ourselves from falling deeper, but instead, push the boundary beyond what it should have been, then it is possible to burn down the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you might have cemented the relationship before marriage, cracks are surfacing. From a longer term perspective, I think it might be helpful for you not to look externally for answers (e.g the other man), but instead, introspect inwardly to see if this marriage and love with your husband is something that you genuinely want. Only then, would you be able to build your decision from that point onwards and see how you could safeguard this marriage from the role of a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Elbows are close to our heart, but most of us are not physically able to kiss our elbows. Sometimes in love, some people are just not meant to be - we will probably break a bone or two if we force it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5895711655703105993?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5895711655703105993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-310810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5895711655703105993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5895711655703105993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-310810.html' title='Aunt Agony 310810'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6572222055865937579</id><published>2010-08-24T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:39:41.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 240810</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Originally posted by pokka77:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am puzzle and vex for i am not sure if i should confess my past relationship to my boyfriend-to-be. (Meaning we could be together anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am worry sick of disclosing my past relationship to him as i am worry he might think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am involve with a married man years ago (got into this shit cause i was pretty young then and didn't know he was married after knowing and talk things out as he wasn't able to get a divorce so we actually broke off but keeping each other as companion all these years (6yrs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if i should tell him. He has been telling me not all man can take the truth but he would prefer his gf to tell him rather then him find out bits by bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me i am pressured, coz in my previous relationship i met with the same issue. and confession till us to quarrel, jealousy and broke off. My Ex BF could handle the stress of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do ? Humhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The processing of your guilt does not diminish even with the act of confessing to your current beau about your past. The act of forgiveness and embracement of your past starts with yourself and it is not something that somebody can give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am hearing is that your decision of keeping each other as a companion is probably akin to lead a non-committed relationship for six years. This unwise decision, although you have probably rationalized that you are free to date whoever you want, in reality, has actually shackle you in some sense. It is indeed a paradox when it appears that you seem to have freedom, but subconsciously, you are still somewhat tied on a deeper spiritual sense (likely a Saturn-influence relationship fueling a karmic relationship), therefore, how you brand this relationship is not exactly important (companion, best friend, FB, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are tired in your arrangement with this married man - merely drifting, with no exact destination to land. Your experience has taught you that revealing your past will likely to bring about adverse consequence to your current relationship with minimal benefits. Hence, I do not see a point for you to go about relating what has happened in the past when you ought to be focusing on building a new future with your new beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why you failed in your previous relationship is not so much about you having to share your past with your ex-bf; but rather, it's about your unnecessary inclusion of him into the picture of your not-so-glorious past, where there is nothing you or he could do to alter them. Failing to invest in the present and look forward will inevitably force you to turn your shoulder over and quarrel about an illusionary past that produce illusionary premises for quarrels. And when the false premises are regarded as real, the death of the relationship will also real - even if it could be the most promising relationship ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have the best of both worlds. If you want to walk about from your past, you have to sever bonds with that married man (something which you ought to have done six years ago). If you feel that you need a companionship to serve as a backup, then you will always run into the problem of being haunted by issues of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start afresh comes with determination and wisdom to steer in the right direction. To drive faster in the wrong direction will only make you crash faster... in more fatal manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6572222055865937579?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6572222055865937579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-240810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6572222055865937579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6572222055865937579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-240810.html' title='Aunt Agony 240810'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8940585340777955088</id><published>2010-08-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:47:13.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 140816</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by: gigabyte14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i made a terrible mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i made a girl really sad, and cried too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like im afraid of commitments, like i will automatically think far, and its like emotions will get the better of me in future... imagine, imagine i wanna go overseas study, or work, and in the end because of emotional ties i will be like choose everything other than my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summore recently the ppl ard me are like divorce and breakup, it makes me think that everything can be so unpredictable, it freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religion clashes too, i know it wont affect me now, but in the future it'll definitely affect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes happy, but im not, im just not the kind of commitment kinda person, and i just... made her cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like better to end the smaller picture in order to make the bigger picture work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i doing the right thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you would to relook at what you have typed, your fear of commitment has pervades every single mote of your thoughts and rationalized them into some 'linear causal fashion' as if life indeed runs in some orderly manner. Added with tint of non-related deduction like social observation from people's failing relationship is kinda bull as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it absurd whenever people say things like 'everyone's relationship around me is failing' and they use it as a factor (no matter how minute) to deter them from engaging in possible meaningful relationship. It's almost like a gambler's fallacy, when you made use of factors that makes no sense to unique situations because every set of game is different - just like every possible combination of relationship in any given time is vastly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In US alone, one car-accident-related death is accounted for every passing 13 minutes. If we use the world statistic, it would probably be insane. So does that means that we don't walk the street or drive any cars because a number of people around us are dead because of car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what decision you make because the point of my post does not address the morality of your decision, which it is absolutely insubstantial to me. What is of a concern is how your conceptualize your reasoning which give rise to your final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I am seeing, religious conflict is the only real issue. Well, perhaps you might want to be brutally honest with yourself on what's the real shit that isn't really workable here and avoid dumping unnecessary components in your reasoning to 'beef up' your justification - more quantity does not mean more reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to compromise in the framework of a relationship or you prefer to pursue your individualistic goals? It does not necessarily be an either or, but in your own private scaling, how much are you willing to relent towards the other side of the scale that isn't part of your grand plan? Many times, there are middle grounds that we could tread, not just caught between a rock and a hard place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to remove 'rightness' and 'wrongness' in any decision. Decisions are neutral. There are only wise and unwise choices. Willing or unwilling choices. If you cannot determine what is wise and unwise, then you decide what you are willing or unwilling to undertake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8940585340777955088?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8940585340777955088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-140816.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8940585340777955088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8940585340777955088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-140816.html' title='Aunt Agony 140816'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-95251475058166844</id><published>2010-08-07T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:37:02.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 070810</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Originally posted by ulquiorra87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing a dilemma, I'm Travelling ALOT right now, and while all that travelling gives me valueable insight and learning experience, it is also my bane, i am at 23 and i don't have a steady girlfriend cause of this. While i sometimes enjoy the different stuffs i do, i sometimes feel sooo soo lonely on the inside, and i know i cant find a girlfriend yet because i know i will move again and the relationship will surely end. SOmetimes i feel so happy but i have no one i can truly share it with, sometimes i feel demoralized but there is no one i can confide in. I dont like this feeling.. And i'd like to find a singaporean girlfriend but i wont be back in SG for the next many years.. Unless i stop my overseas job after i graduate and slack off in SG to find my soulmate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a choice between finding my soulmate or advancing in my career quickly.. And frankly i am 50/50 on this. What do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite difficult to have your cake and eat it. In reality, relationship do creates certain structures; despite how individualistic we are with regards to our life and perspective, it do somewhat condition us to try 'fit' into this structure. The more individualistically adamant your ideals are, the more challenges it is to squeeze them into the framework of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that a relationship is detrimental to our individual ideals, but rather, it is part of a greater understanding to promote the beauty of understanding, compromising and acceptance. Surely, if the structure of the relationship constricts certain things in life, something has to sacrifice a little. Sometimes in life, it's difficult to have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, soul mate doesn't just appear just because you decide to stay in sg and 'slack'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only decide what is important to you right now at this stage to make reasonably calculated choice/s for yourself - look at the opportunities you own now and decide what you want to do with them. And not plan with things that has not manifest itself just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then your thoughts should be clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-95251475058166844?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/95251475058166844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-070810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/95251475058166844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/95251475058166844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunt-agony-070810.html' title='Aunt Agony 070810'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6868465023597348759</id><published>2010-08-07T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:12:41.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Job Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Today, I truly experienced what it is like to have job satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing like I had experienced before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong sense of purpose and knowing what you are doing and where does it leads to is insanely important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without those components, we are just mondays-dreader waiting for friday-after-6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6868465023597348759?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6868465023597348759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6868465023597348759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6868465023597348759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-satisfaction.html' title='Job Satisfaction'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2775743217118782928</id><published>2010-08-01T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:24:03.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><title type='text'>Final Post</title><content type='html'>This would be my final post on my relationship with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is mystically interesting - going by Carl Jung concept of Synchronicity, I can see that happening in my reality: the little subtle 'support' bar for me to pick myself up always materialize mystically every time when I needed that little push for me to bounce back - each time higher than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because life has detected several pieces of broken glasses in me and easily trampled by the overwhelming meaningless thoughts of my adamant intensive mind that seeks to depress the state of my life condition. I was assisted whenever I truly needed the assistance, in the most unfathomable ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream yesterday and in my dream, I was walking across several places, feeling extremely tired from the ordeal. But eventually, I seemed to reach a place and the surreal imagery ends there. There was no recollection of the ending, just blackness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life is full of surreal imagery, as if nothing is indeed permanent in this world. I instantly understood my dream - as if my subconscious is telling my conscious mind something.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I lost something very important - which constitute a very significant part of my life that label almost 'everything'. Then in retrospect, I cannot lose something which I don't own in the first place because Love is not a possession acquired like how we purchase goods. You have the freedom to decide what you want in life and love, just perhaps that through this freewill, unfortunately, you seek for something else in which this relationship cannot sate and accommodate your change of needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't hate you for your deeds - I only hated you for your silence and all that acting. At the end of the day, everything just falls apart with time because you cannot sustain this screen forever. What hurts is that I am given with facade information to manage my recovery, other than the real truth told in my face, in which the latter was revealed gradually as time passed along. That way helped you to manage your guilt of cheating me, but not as mature adults on amicable split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still a little girl after all these years, but what I really need is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he treats you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TFT2JB87XGI/AAAAAAAACWA/iucKCtVb6Ac/s1600/digging+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TFT2JB87XGI/AAAAAAAACWA/iucKCtVb6Ac/s320/digging+sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500291679929457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2775743217118782928?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2775743217118782928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/final-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2775743217118782928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2775743217118782928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/08/final-post.html' title='Final Post'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TFT2JB87XGI/AAAAAAAACWA/iucKCtVb6Ac/s72-c/digging+sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-6644620692972353663</id><published>2010-07-25T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:55:45.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Younger men seeking foreign bride</title><content type='html'>I always find it uncomfortable whenever I view reports of man purchasing brides from countries like Vietnam and how they think it's absolutely a great idea to resolve their lack of marital prospect, in reference to their failed dating experience leading to limbo with local woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the time when my sociology lecturer shared with us about a story of his colleague who has 'purchased' a Vietnam bride. In addition, he was gleaming when this colleague of his added the fact that he has actually gotten a discount when he has 'purchased' his wife-to-be; it works somewhat like how I would imagine myself buying Sushi at Cold Storage after certain timing at night - everything is slapped with a 50% off label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, he disallowed her to go out because he deemed that she might learn 'bad influence' and later run away (with another man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I find it hard to stomach the thought of even having to relate the thought of 'purchasing' foreign bride. Although the case above might be extreme, but I don't think it's uncommon - all sociologically trained student would instantly sees that as a form of exploitation. From an economic perspective, surely this is acceptable because the market is determined by supply and demand. But it would be too derogatory to even use this perspective because woman would naturally be reduced to that of a good and it is not something that one would like to see their wife-to-be as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find it amusing is the reasoning this man has employed which give rise to his decision and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He did it because his plan was to settle down and have a family by the age of 30. He was planning way ahead: he wanted children who could support him in his later years' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incredibly amusing thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Mr Low, who had girlfriends before, said he wanted a relationship which was 'guaranteed' to end in marriage.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Marrying a local or marrying a foreign bride is the same, both might end in divorce... but so far, it's okay, I already have a one-year old daughter,' the 30-year old said matter-of-factly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His concerned is not about his wife; only about the child he wanted to support him in his later years - there is a contradiction when he claims that he wanted a guaranteed marriage, yet end up having to admit that it's not guarantee somewhat too. Such narcissism in love, is often shielded under the category of brandishing traditional mindset, is way... way too obsolete to project this as an idea in our modern society. Of course our government would be more than happy to support, getting more Singaporean to marry and give birth - having more cash cows to milk from and to address our plunging birth rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the dual king of all statements in the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A successful match can set a man back by $8,000 or $10,000. Mr Tan, who had some financial help from his mother, paid the agent $8,800 for his bride. It was a price he felt was worth forking out.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Mr A H, 35, a teacher, is one example of someone who was too busy with work to spend time dating. He has had relationships before and joined the Social Development Unit... but he said he was "too lazy" to participate in the activities. "Sometimes you're too mentally and physically tired due to work. It's much easier to get a wife this way, but to get a good person may depend on luck." ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pragmatism/consumerism in our society has reached to a point of utter disgust, in which I am beginning to abhor at how fucking lame thoughts are becoming. Firstly, how the hell do you come to a conclusion that $8,800 is a worthy price? Alright, I put on my pragmatic/consumer mindset and I derive this equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;br /&gt;Cost of Maid:&lt;br /&gt;Levy: $265&lt;br /&gt;Salary: $350&lt;br /&gt;Total: $615&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$8,800/$615 = 14.3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have broke even by the 14th month using $8,800 as a figure (to get a Vietnam bride housewife or a maid to manage the household).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;br /&gt;If I include sex in the equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of Sex:&lt;br /&gt;$50/per session&lt;br /&gt;E.g: 3 times a week (12 times a month) = $600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$8,800/($615+$600) = 7.2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would have broke even by the 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is all maximum bullshit. I can't believe when the teacher claim that he was too lazy to date and buying a bride was an easy way out - it's like saying that 'I want the sex part, but I don't want to waste time dating. So skip the dating and let's get married. Opps! Did I mentioned that the household is your arena too?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I tell you, say if his bride refuse sex or cannot conceive - I bet with my balls that most of these man would likely to display the 'oh damn it! I paid for this and now there is no sex? No kids? Agent! I want a change of GOOD!!!!!!!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flailing violent arms in the air and stamping feet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a cause for concern if these woman were abused. Better pray that I don't kanna one caseload like this, if not sure clash with my values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-6644620692972353663?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/6644620692972353663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/younger-men-seeking-foreign-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6644620692972353663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/6644620692972353663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/younger-men-seeking-foreign-bride.html' title='Younger men seeking foreign bride'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7066449202143973568</id><published>2010-07-10T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:02:10.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somber'/><title type='text'>Rest in Peace - Vernon &amp; Kerin</title><content type='html'>It's devastating for anyone to experience the death of their love one only within 24 hours of being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally and psychologically wrecked, coupled with the lack of reason to explain the nature of her husband death makes this episode a truly poignant one. It would be suffering for anyone, even with the most positive of mind, to undergo such an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP - my prayers will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_550093.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_550093.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问世间情是何物，直教生死相许。&lt;br /&gt;天南地北双飞客，老翅几回寒暑。&lt;br /&gt;欢乐趣，离别苦，就中更有痴儿女。&lt;br /&gt;君应有语，渺万里层云,&lt;br /&gt;千山暮雪，只影向谁去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TDgMWjnjABI/AAAAAAAACV4/YibFrQ4N_Rk/s1600/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492153327236087826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TDgMWjnjABI/AAAAAAAACV4/YibFrQ4N_Rk/s320/sad_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7066449202143973568?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7066449202143973568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/rest-in-peace-vernon-kerin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7066449202143973568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7066449202143973568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/rest-in-peace-vernon-kerin.html' title='Rest in Peace - Vernon &amp; Kerin'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/TDgMWjnjABI/AAAAAAAACV4/YibFrQ4N_Rk/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8633887332593977736</id><published>2010-07-10T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:10:28.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony II 100710</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Originally posted by huzane89:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in this 'open' relationship with this guy. Our relationship is purely physical. I know I am not ready for commitment at this time. And I have this condition of commitment at the min. age of 25. I am 21 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy and I decided to 'commit' physically to each other only, so as to prevent STDs and if something unfortunate such as pregnancy happens, I know who the father is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship was fine and it went on for 4 months. And yesterday, he suddenly said he has feelings for me and wants a real commitment. I was taken aback as I didnt feel the same was as he did. Now, after his confession, I kind of like him. but I still think I am not ready. So, I ended things with him. Now, I cant stop thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship began from a contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clauses are spelled out clearly, almost like terms and condition to define the boundary of your relationship, so as to safeguard both parties interest should 'dispute' occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developed feelings seemed natural and after 4 months, it seemed like he wants more out of this contract because he probably discovered that fulfilling physical needs are pretty much short term and ain't satisfactory in a longer timeframe. He wants to null the contract and provide new contract with different terms and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read and decide that what I have said seemed logical, but in fact, all I have said above is a facade employed by both of you to logically structure your 'agreement' in a somewhat acceptable manner, appealing largely only to your rationale sense. Although you mentioned that you will only commit yourself at the age of 25. To me - this is purely a random forecast, almost like rolling dice. I do not know how you arrived at this conclusion, but what I am quite sure is that there seemed to be a rationalized fear about commitment in which both of you subconsciously do not want to directly deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the choice card of a relationship is dealt; this deal is almost like skipping the entire courting process by substituting this process with intimacy first. In a classic chase, the chase itself develops the feelings; for your case, it is the intimacy that drives the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it's still possible that a relationship from a FB relationship might happen. The only risk is that because your relationship began from a contract - it remains questionable whether this relationship would be able to weather storms without sinking back to previous contract subconsciously or having to run away when shit hits the roof. It is easily to escape in your previous arrangement, but coupled with fear of commitment and an additional burden on the scope of 'responsibility' - it may not be sustainable when you level a FB relationship up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: At the end of the day, these are only the presenting issues - the real problem lies deeper, into your unconscious yearning and fear. If you don’t work on it, it will fester and affect your future relationship in a damaging way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8633887332593977736?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8633887332593977736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/aunt-agony-ii-100710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8633887332593977736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8633887332593977736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/aunt-agony-ii-100710.html' title='Aunt Agony II 100710'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-4195797412604075820</id><published>2010-07-10T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:27:25.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 100710</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally poseted by kirov4ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do if the girl is not interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogy: It is like stage IV cancer. Incurable, inoperable and there is no future with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than enough looks, can really make her laugh, so me being not good enough is not a reason or issue. I don't understand how it is possible that she can "final decision" say it is impossible between us. She said "no" although with regret. Why she want to sabo herself like that? No, she's not going to be a nun. There is no reason so don't say "maybe this" "maybe that". No reason to reject yet she said "no", although regretfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, when faced with a final "no", incurable stage IV cancer, what to do? Only brain-wash will work but say don't use brain-wash? What other satisfactory answers. I would also most appreciate comments from Christians, Buddhists and religious what to do with the curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why even mystify a rejection to that of a curse? And seemed like you made a number of assumptions, which imho may not accurate through the eyes of her perceived reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely there are reason/s for rejection - just because you don't understand doesn't mean it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perception that you are good enough is not as important as whether she feels that you are needed. From a marketing perspective, an excellent product may be a good, but if there is no need, naturally there will be no sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a need or are you merely a good product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-4195797412604075820?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/4195797412604075820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/aunt-agony-100710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4195797412604075820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/4195797412604075820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/aunt-agony-100710.html' title='Aunt Agony 100710'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7393553454422023090</id><published>2010-07-04T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:56:58.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>冤家路窄</title><content type='html'>冤家路窄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hate to see what I detest to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no thoughts about it - just annoyed like how a buzzing fly would have pissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I stood tall with dignity and honour. I renewed my personal promise that I will evolved ten times stronger &amp;amp; better than what I was a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7393553454422023090?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7393553454422023090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7393553454422023090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7393553454422023090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='冤家路窄'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8096534132854484124</id><published>2010-06-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:49:06.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 290610</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by Prophecy_Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my mid twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current girl friend has been with my for 6 years now we plan to get married in time to come, say 5 years later after we complete our studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, once I saw someone who looked like my first love, Melissa. For that moment lots of thoughts and memories just came back regarding her. I was quite shaken, because having been in a long term relationship for so long that I stopped thinking about other girls and I see all the females around me as just plain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just the thought of my first love, I get all the fuzzy feeling and numbing sensation in my mind. I know I love my current g/f dearly, but I can’t help but think of how is my first love doing? Does she need help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still wants to care for her, or at least know how she is doing. I lost contact with her for at least 9 years now, but I just can’t stop feeling that way about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seemed to be some unresolved chapters in your life; it randomly spark this undying passion which nefariously raised itself from the love grave and comes back haunting you. As much as you feel that you are concerned about her well being, but think about this: she has survived nine years of her life without your presence, hence what you are feeling is purely delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let sleeping dragon lie; there is no damsel in distress to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a real irony to see people lament about this particular person they couldn’t have, while having to possess everything they need in love currently. If you plan to execute plans like looking back at your past and taking active steps to revisit old chapters, you are at risk of sacrificing or damaging the state of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bank is too big to fail - no relationship is too strong to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all it takes one unwise step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8096534132854484124?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8096534132854484124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-290610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8096534132854484124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8096534132854484124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-290610.html' title='Aunt Agony 290610'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-461740411943742973</id><published>2010-06-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:44:09.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 270610</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Originally posted by bambixd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a chinese guy in my 20s. i have been secretly crossdressing since i was about 14 years old, and have been leading this sort of hidden identity for all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting involved with men sexually about 2 years back, and I wouldd say that I love men more than anything else in my life at this point of time. I simply wake up each day, looking forward to dressing sexy n getting men into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have been hiding this hiiden life all this while. I feel very tired of pretending to be a str8 guy. Furthermore, Im tired of having to meet guys secretly, such as when no1 is home...blah. In short, I amtired of hiding. I have not many friends, so I am not scared of losing friends. I am only afraid of telling my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partners have been encouraging me to come open, but I m afraid. I know my mum will never be able to accept it if I told her... and I love her, so I dont want to hurt her. But I am so tired of hiding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to consider your overall intention well because once you decide on your course of action, there is no turning back. Knowing your real identity is important, but you must be prepared that once you open that first door, all the other doors will open by itself because words will definitely travel and you cannot control them, even if you told only your mother/parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can continue life in this fashion, while others have a need to make it open so as to 'reveal' this real identity of theirs. In reality, there is no easy solution, only decision that you are comfortable to undertake after you put in serious consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for backlash should you decide to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of liberty is often much sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-461740411943742973?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/461740411943742973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-270610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/461740411943742973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/461740411943742973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-270610.html' title='Aunt Agony 270610'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-456353665325699388</id><published>2010-06-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:02:41.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 030610</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Originally posted by JumRam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do, was in love with her even before she married. But she is not interested in me. Now she is married, i am still in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has moved on and you have refused to - despite the passing of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this isn't a problem for her (other than that being an issue for you), how long would it take for you to perceive that and move along in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By retaining yourself, it serves no purpose other than dwelling in a narcissistic form of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-456353665325699388?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/456353665325699388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-030610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/456353665325699388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/456353665325699388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-030610.html' title='Aunt Agony 030610'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2540111460574341852</id><published>2010-06-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:21:27.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 010610</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Originally posted by Fannao388:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married with a teenage daughter. I am not at all with my hubby since years back. He is always giving priority to his frds and family. If his frd or family and I were to make an appt on the same day same time he will tell me he has to go out with his frd or family .. and ask me to wait for the following week. However, due to his shift work, he has only one precious weekend every mth for us, and very often he give priority to his frds and family instead of me and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 years back I nearly divorce him due to travelling plans. I have been wanting to go to Japan or Vietnam for years, but every year he will tell me next year we will go and every year he agree to wherever his family plan to go. Even the place that i hated most China and Taiwan. He keep asking me to wait for him to save up enough for my place but every time he will spend his saving going to places I dont really want to go. As our money are limited when we go to these other places my Japan and Vietnam got to wait for another year. I was very angry and after this last china trip with his family I said lets divorce I am not willing to wait endlessly for the place i want to go. Since his family do not support going to places that i wanted to go i also have no interest to go back every week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this divorce, he suddenly has available cash to go Japan with us .. just the 3 of us family. and asked me to put off the divorce plan. and since then i havent been going back to his family for all the occasions not even chinese new year. Till now, none of the in law have ever called to asked me why.. they just treat as nothing happn so hubby 2 treat as ntg happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, a married colleague expressed interest in me // and he really treated me very well .. much better than my husband .. he said he dont want anything bad to happen to me (while my hubby keep saying if he is heaven he would like to let me be CHIAK LUK) i initially tried to pull out of the relationship..but pulling out had been rather difficult cos we get to see each other every day in the office. I am now thinking whether to continue or to pull out .. my brain say stop all these nonsense and my heart said go for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are skating on thin ice. Precariously thin ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that you are lost because you are frustrated with your marriage - being unappreciated by your husband whom you thought that he wasn't making effort to work on your marriage - and simultaneously, you are faced with a pull factor of a man who has expressed his interest in you. The only thing that is holding you back is probably your daughter and perhaps the homeostasis of being used to certain form of stability your marriage has provided you - despite being unhappy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting choice might be attractive, but without understanding the dimension of your real issue, it might turn out to be a form of escapism... somewhat a crafty illusion that veil behind a potential karmic relationship, which might lead to a domestic tragedy (Afflicted Neptune/Saturn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intense frustration generates a powerful push factor for you to accept the bait presented by this man. This deal comes with a condition, in which I termed it as an 'inability to commit'. It is not the problem of a man being married (which is a moral statement), but rather, it is a problem of a person who cannot provide you the commitment you would need in long term to dissolve this discontentment in your love life. For a period, he probably functions as a paracetamol, addressing merely the symptoms but nowhere near the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happens from a graph's perspective lies with the path of your deep anguish meeting the path of his need for a company at point X. The common factor is that both of you cannot commit. As such, it seemed a lot easier for cheating to happen because since there are some huge innate dissatisfaction within, both of you would probably unconsciously decide that it might seemed 'easier' to transgress than to work on your respective issue with spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, your desire to flee may not be 'attraction' or 'love' but an avenue for avoidance behaviour to cope with your dissatisfaction in your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelving of issues in marriage would only seek to build resentment and accumulate intense hatred that would shatter your relationship into millions of fragmented glass pieces. By then, it would be challenging to even want to do anything about it because it would be so broken to try to mend anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I am seeing, communication lines are so damage that there are actually much emotional underlying current, even if the marriage appears to be 'surviving'. However, before making any decision/s involving this married man, I suggest that you speak to your husband about the reality of your marriage, to such extend that if this fails, you might want to seek a common agreement (and willingness) on finding a marital counsellor if both of you still wish to save/work on this marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: A common real problem is when the wife sees a problem to their marriage, which contradict with their man's thinking (or denying) that there is an existing problem. This is a classic communication breakdown phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2540111460574341852?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2540111460574341852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-010610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2540111460574341852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2540111460574341852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/06/aunt-agony-010610.html' title='Aunt Agony 010610'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-777941191108066603</id><published>2010-05-28T13:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:20:30.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>A Nation of Spoilt Princesses?</title><content type='html'>Interesting on how Sulthan Niaz retorted AWARE's article by stating that women must contribute part of the blame on the low birth rate situation in Singapore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Singaporean woman spoilt? Well, our males also demand for submissive woman too. So gender bashing will never come to an end because it's just matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously anyway, I doubt gender has much to do with the situation here. The key concerns are 'expectations'. Why is our society bashing people for making their personal choices of not 'getting married' or not 'rearing children'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Societal expectation or individual expectation? Which is prior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a natural phenomenon in any developed country. Other places are facing the same situation too, hence this is nothing uniquely Singapore.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man: you have a choice &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to date spoilt princesses too. If yours happen to be one, then you got to admit that it's seriously your choice to keep them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the full article, please go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://news.asiaone.com/News/Education/Story/A1Story20100527-218798.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-777941191108066603?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/777941191108066603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/nation-of-spoilt-princesses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/777941191108066603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/777941191108066603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/nation-of-spoilt-princesses.html' title='A Nation of Spoilt Princesses?'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1222034018070325377</id><published>2010-05-25T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:25:02.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somber'/><title type='text'>Changes in relationship</title><content type='html'>Today’s sharing is about some work reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only constant thing in life is changes; to harbor an unchanging attitude towards all phenomenon in the world is a sure ticket to suffering. We cannot expect things to always remain the way it is and since everything in life evolves, it is our responsibility to steer the change into constructive transformation and avoid degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s quite depressing to witness how one’s choices inevitable sink them into whirlpool of immerse suffering and regret, especially if they have a choice in the past NOT to make certain choice/s. Somehow, it’s kinda linked – people make bad choices in life and in return made even worst choices. I began to wonder if it is truly the choices that are bad per se, or does it suggest something deeper and darker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closely related to the first law of CloUdiSm: do not ever date someone with the intention of trying to change the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will fail. Fail absolutely. Fail miserably. In the most intense disappointing manner ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never fully recover from the trauma; because you will die by the very same curse you seek to exorcise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the choice that is bad, but rather, the perspective that we carry with the choice. People become harden and crystallized into a persona self actualized from their personal development. We are already rooted, hence it is incredibly arduous to unearth those dirt, let alone change them. Surely you can work on perspective, but you will find it extremely difficult to find adoption in a wholesome fashion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially yes. But in a selective mode – usually only those that retain status quo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain why failure is almost certain – people ONLY change upon a strong catalysis. Like if I want to turn water into steam, I would have to boil it. Only with heat can water evaporate and transform into vapors. And you being the person who sees problems in things are the only catalysis that would seek to change it. Everything else is just ‘warmness’ – you are the heat. Upon the reaction of change, you will dissolve yourself in order for change to occur. You will inevitably displaced yourself so that change will happen, but you put yourself at great risk of not be able to survive through the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone else down the road would. They will gladly thank you for the wonderful dirty job done because you made the personal sacrifice to impart certain important lessons in life. They are happy because someone else has fought tooth and claw to overcome countless of challenges, so as to allow the recipient to mature. Upon realization, these efforts will benefit the next in line, who has done absolutely nothing to enjoy the fruit of your labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forgotten; other than some fading memory, there is nothing exceptional. With time, you are trashed away, almost like anything else in life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world cares nothing about the ideals of the man. It is cruel and emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all once live in the shoe of this man. Even if you are taken out of the picture, be proud of what you have done and move along. Even if you must exit, do not turn your shoulders over. People will rejoice at your abject stupidity and blast at how moronic you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still keep faith and walk forth. Someday… someone will return your honor back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day, we are judge by our deeds and not what we possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_vpMgeX10I/AAAAAAAACVw/wsieEy8SdBM/s1600/Skinny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_vpMgeX10I/AAAAAAAACVw/wsieEy8SdBM/s320/Skinny.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475226173083998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1222034018070325377?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1222034018070325377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes-in-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1222034018070325377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1222034018070325377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes-in-relationship.html' title='Changes in relationship'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_vpMgeX10I/AAAAAAAACVw/wsieEy8SdBM/s72-c/Skinny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-249281354789418731</id><published>2010-05-24T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:10:31.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><title type='text'>Chronicles (24 May 10)</title><content type='html'>I detest causal memories that quietly reminded me of my mortality. I shed my humanoid skin in return for the gift of undeath - it was an irrevocable metamorphosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening from my vampiric stupor was the greatest enlightenment ever, insofar that I feel absolute disgust with the feeble self I vaguely recalled as a chapter of my living years. The burning contempt was overwhelmingly insane, as I lifted my index fingers and claw off crumbling grey-red ashes around a black pit of nothingness, around a place where my beating heart used to lay solemnly within.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see no dreams for the addict sustaining his delusion through tubes of constant false hope. He waits like a shadow thief; awaits for opportunity to plunge the poison dagger eagerly into the back of his adversary. He wants him dead for good, so as to loot, but he has no such chance.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perching lips grew into a smirk and watched the scene with sadistic pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he remained unseen, but the croaching silhouette makes the thought laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed with an appraising eye, curious with the depth of stupidity my fabled assasin has grown to live with over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would suffice a predictive suicide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will take what he wants and die by what he takes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_qWsWNyNuI/AAAAAAAACVo/E-jdl1EC5QY/s1600/deathkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_qWsWNyNuI/AAAAAAAACVo/E-jdl1EC5QY/s320/deathkid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474853985644066530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-249281354789418731?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/249281354789418731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/chronicles-24-may-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/249281354789418731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/249281354789418731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/chronicles-24-may-10.html' title='Chronicles (24 May 10)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S_qWsWNyNuI/AAAAAAAACVo/E-jdl1EC5QY/s72-c/deathkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8304287722073406131</id><published>2010-05-22T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:05:09.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SDN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Never Been Kissed</title><content type='html'>Just read the news; more singletons out there in Singapore. Actually I am not particularly surprised, considering the fact that our society overvalues achievements more than people relationship. Our 'cost-analysis' mindset has renders the value of love to be really an expensive affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it is that costly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey has found that most people want to get married; the problem is that 14% of these people believe in what we called fate. More than half of the people interviewed would NOT try social networking agency like SDN (in those days, it stands for SDU - the tongue-in-cheek acronym stands for Single Desperate &amp;amp; Ugly). In the article, one reason cited was the aversion to 'social engineering'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country is facing a serious problem in birth rate because people are even having problem dating. And you want to talk about marriage and giving birth? There used to be issues about wanting more graduate mothers give birth to more children in the 80s because our country wants 'smarter brains'. Now our garmen becoming clever: any 'brains' also can - just go forth and multiply. The reason is quite logical: without the physical being, you totally have no 'brains.' So it's better to have some 'brains' than to have 'no brains.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this perspective itself is a major flaw - people are not respected based on their choices, but rather a tool for economical purpose. People don't see a reason why they should be subjecting their children to the gruesome pressure of our competitive society, so why the hell should I raise kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about dating? Surely, raising kids is a private choice... but dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was amusing when the article subtly included the belief in fate as part of the arguments on the horrible dating situation locally. I don't think there's any problem in people believing that the right one will drop by when the time comes, but chances are, these are often the wrong ones that presented themselves are 'right'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other significant reasoning includes the priority in career before relationships. I think the article missed out one very important rationale why people does that - it is part of our avoidance schema to replace something with another as we cannot lead life with a blatant form of emptiness within our life because we constantly need to maintain inner homeostasis. To me, people who provided this sort of reasoning is one notch lower than those who believe in fate - it is complete avoidance towards the topic of love. I realized that those who have dated during schools days and had their relationship lasted into their working life NEVER had such reasoning. Such reasoning only appeals to people who are likely to give the same sort of reasoning when they were in school - studies come first. Hence, the same reasoning was reapplied when it comes to career - career comes first - because it is way too convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's after career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying this because everyone, regardless of worldview, wants to be attached regardless of aspiration. Upon careful dialogue, even those that held onto the 'career come first' notion ALSO wish that they will someday be attached to someone they could love mutually. This yearning pervades all form of sexual orientation and preference. This yearning is the yearning of being loved and to love - the highest expression of human affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the principle is simple: given the choice to pick - nobody wants to be single. It is not the problem of being single - it is the loneliness that derives from singlehood that most people cannot deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is back to developmental issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article also cited unrealistic expectation as part of the reason why people are not attached. There was once a woman asked me' so you drive?' I was tempted to reply "so is your cup-size D?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangely, I have people who try to match up to these expectations by jumping through the hoops waved by these women. What? You mean you are interested in such woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the prospect of monkhood certainly look more promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love is very much about learning to understand and love yourself the way we would like others to love us. Learning to love comes with the awareness that we are imperfect beings and the recognition that love entails the very reality of rejection, separation, disappointment and tears. One cannot expect love without coming in terms with these possible realities, naturally occuring with the introduction of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once we have self love, could we free ourselves to love another person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8304287722073406131?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8304287722073406131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-been-kissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8304287722073406131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8304287722073406131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-been-kissed.html' title='Never Been Kissed'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-869143442085040763</id><published>2010-05-11T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:15:31.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Monkhood</title><content type='html'>I feel like going to some mountain and meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that a lot of things don't satisfy me anymore... or as much as I would like it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my contemplation of being a monk might one day just come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-869143442085040763?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/869143442085040763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/monkhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/869143442085040763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/869143442085040763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/monkhood.html' title='Monkhood'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7030922656141885025</id><published>2010-05-08T01:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:24:12.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Effect of Cosmic Lesson in Love (feat Portia Nelson)</title><content type='html'>I finally found THE poem that accurately explain the stages of love in such concise and beautiful weave of words that I instantly fell in love with it. The way Portia Nelson tried to portray his meaning of life in this poem (Autobiography in Five Chapters) is just gruesomely apt - just that CloUdiSm explained that under the notion of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS&lt;br /&gt;Portia Nelson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I fall in.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost...&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It takes forever to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I see it is there.&lt;br /&gt;I still fall in...it's a habit&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open; I know where I am;&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I walk down another street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly the same concept in CloUdiSm when I talk about effect of our cosmic lesson in love. Yunnie divides these effects into five distinctive levels: (1) Ignorance, (2) Denial, (3) Awareness, (4) Recognition &amp;amp; (5) Evolution. However, it does not necessarily follow in this linear order because the multi-dimensional nature of our cosmic lesson is far too complex to neatly put all that stuff into fixed stages. Also, not everyone will experience all these effects in their lifetime; it is likely that they might encounter a mixture of some in various degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say something of this nature among the rambles I always talk about: you will not understand a shit of what I am saying until you are there yourself. Everything I have said sounded merely 'logical' as in the structure of the thoughts spoken is reasonable and philosophically grounded, which one would naturally concede because there is no compelling reason to believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still it will not be understood because a person experiencing lower stage (e.g: Ignorance) cannot understand the perspective of those in the higher level (e.g: Recognition). It makes zero emotional sense for one in this world of ignorance to somehow pierce through the formidable illusionary screen of, say, a deceptive relationship because such essential wisdom hasn't been developed in the person yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom are learnt - not given. Hence, it's possible that some will appear to suffer the cosmic effect of ignorance throughout the entire course of their love life, perpetuate their suffering cycle in love. I think working in the social service will inevitably expose yourself to many unfortunate circumstances of relationship - directly or indirectly related to the subject of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are precious learning; for me to understand humanity and its relationship with love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S-UDRIfRQBI/AAAAAAAACVg/GtX3o9VweSI/s1600/humanity_21_fulljpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468780915382632466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S-UDRIfRQBI/AAAAAAAACVg/GtX3o9VweSI/s320/humanity_21_fulljpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7030922656141885025?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7030922656141885025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/effect-of-cosmic-lesson-in-love-feat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7030922656141885025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7030922656141885025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/05/effect-of-cosmic-lesson-in-love-feat.html' title='Effect of Cosmic Lesson in Love (feat Portia Nelson)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S-UDRIfRQBI/AAAAAAAACVg/GtX3o9VweSI/s72-c/humanity_21_fulljpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7397387758644819298</id><published>2010-04-29T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:46:11.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Nearing the Finishing Line</title><content type='html'>I am already close to putting a closure on my three years liability; tomorrow is my last lesson for this term.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this year, I must be working full force on CloUdiSm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my plans are bending according to my will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7397387758644819298?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7397387758644819298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/nearing-finishing-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7397387758644819298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7397387758644819298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/nearing-finishing-line.html' title='Nearing the Finishing Line'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-482967955204224879</id><published>2010-04-28T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:16:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Fake 4th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Finally something that caught my eyes for OF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hQeKSMxtI/AAAAAAAACVY/mbXTDp0e6qM/s1600/neighborhood-originalfake-4th-anniversary-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206626901083858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hQeKSMxtI/AAAAAAAACVY/mbXTDp0e6qM/s320/neighborhood-originalfake-4th-anniversary-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hQVEu9RoI/AAAAAAAACVI/gIcT1ApwncQ/s1600/bape-bathing-ape-originalfake-4th-anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206470792267394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hQVEu9RoI/AAAAAAAACVI/gIcT1ApwncQ/s320/bape-bathing-ape-originalfake-4th-anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have a perchant for consumer purchases that fall under the category of 'individualistic (weird), small, impractical, cute and expensive.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-482967955204224879?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/482967955204224879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/original-fake-4th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/482967955204224879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/482967955204224879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/original-fake-4th-anniversary.html' title='Original Fake 4th Anniversary'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hQeKSMxtI/AAAAAAAACVY/mbXTDp0e6qM/s72-c/neighborhood-originalfake-4th-anniversary-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5521620030205662997</id><published>2010-04-28T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:58:22.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Terror Kid</title><content type='html'>I recently encountered a terror kid from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her, my opinion is that she appeared like this cute little girl who displayed great expressive skills beyond kids of her age. She could accurately describe her feelings and thoughts clearly and I thought it was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little cutie was little terror as well. And I literally mean TERROR with caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this episode, my natural deductive mechanism started working its rounds; looks are terribly deceiving. I think we can learn a couple of lessons from 张无忌的妈妈(殷素素). Before she died, she said that "漂亮的女生都会骗人." The gist of her advice to her son was don't fringing trust woman, especially those you think is pretty, cute or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, this also applies to a 4-years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, looks is a critical factor to a woman's destiny. In a research (Smith, 1985) done on preschoolers, attractive preschooler girls were more often recipents of altruistic behavior and were less often recipents of aggressive behavior than were unattractive girls. I remembered I used this research to augment my sociology paper and got distinction for it. But frankly, this sole deterministic factor towards the looks department is way too reductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will attack one point; it says 'altruistic behavior' - which probably suggest that people are 'helpful' towards woman that are attractive. Helpful in this case (although is a fringing general term) also promote the existence of a separate agenda, distinctive from the pure sense of 'being helpful'. I will adopt Thomas Hobbes perspective on this issue; simply phucking self interest. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's an irony - although CloUdiSm does not dismissed the importance of physical beauty, it is of no guarantee to a happy and fulfiling love relationship. I will repeat; it is of no guarantee and in fact, woman who are attractive often faced the problem of men failing to know them deeper inside (not as in sex, but you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some man hate me for thwarting their grand plans, because I always seek to expose some of the biggest shit these men have formulated and crafted so surreptitiously into their strategic plan. I think it helps because I always think like a bastard, although I often fail to act like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually right with my gutsy little intuition and overactive analytical mind. I won't share scenario here but the conclusion is that there's no such thing as a good man - going by Smith's research, you are merely a recipent of an altruistic behavior because you are likely to be attractive by his standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woman, before you get flattered by such manoeuvre, there is a clause to this effect: it is relative to all the women he knows in his social network. Once time has drastically reduced your 'physical value' and aggrandized by sheer comparison to the many others he might have acquainted within his social network - don't be surprised if the object of his 'altruistic behavior' is no longer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless your man loves you for who you REALLY are - which is something more lasting than our exterior self - the above paragraph might be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my attractive woman - how do you know if he loves you for what's inside more than what's outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hMmO_V2lI/AAAAAAAACVA/2OdMZwxp0PA/s1600/lomo-lc-a-plus-camera-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465202367556606546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hMmO_V2lI/AAAAAAAACVA/2OdMZwxp0PA/s320/lomo-lc-a-plus-camera-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5521620030205662997?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5521620030205662997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/terror-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5521620030205662997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5521620030205662997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/terror-kid.html' title='Terror Kid'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S9hMmO_V2lI/AAAAAAAACVA/2OdMZwxp0PA/s72-c/lomo-lc-a-plus-camera-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7455593640832649694</id><published>2010-04-19T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:00:48.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>It's ironic when someone shared with me this surreal wondrous encounter with a man all suave and heavenly, but pointing evidences are directed towards signs of what I have deemed as a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's facile to get yourself suck into a whirlpool of love, deluded that it 'must' be some kind of love, but these are in fact symptoms of confusion and insecurity. The derangement stemmed from temporal shutting down of our prefrontal lobe, which governs our critical thinking (if we even exercise them at all) or simply 'the rational way' of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why being in love makes us 'blind' - our executive thinking function is disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man loses his mind after four drinks; a woman: after four kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S8xhaqAlVyI/AAAAAAAACU4/3IVODhs0SaY/s1600/blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461847558674798370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S8xhaqAlVyI/AAAAAAAACU4/3IVODhs0SaY/s320/blow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7455593640832649694?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7455593640832649694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/blinded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7455593640832649694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7455593640832649694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S8xhaqAlVyI/AAAAAAAACU4/3IVODhs0SaY/s72-c/blow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7344157763460173851</id><published>2010-04-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:58:18.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Some things changed and they are never the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never the same again because some things changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7344157763460173851?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7344157763460173851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7344157763460173851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7344157763460173851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3441901518481024542</id><published>2010-04-08T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:04:26.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Mobbed</title><content type='html'>This youth kept pestering me to sign on his foolscap paper. Yes. Sign my big signature on it like some random superstar. Then he kept pestering me for my mobile number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the thought of it damn funny because usually only lesbians are that 'interested' in me. ROFLMAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, I kanna mobbed by my group of youths (imps) at the end of the outreach until AL saved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have to moderate my aura of people-being-comfortable-with-me or I will get killed someday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S73iQ0sDyjI/AAAAAAAACUw/eDwPWxZcHrk/s1600/fullCherubsAndImps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S73iQ0sDyjI/AAAAAAAACUw/eDwPWxZcHrk/s320/fullCherubsAndImps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457767102092134962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3441901518481024542?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3441901518481024542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/mobbed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3441901518481024542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3441901518481024542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/mobbed.html' title='Mobbed'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S73iQ0sDyjI/AAAAAAAACUw/eDwPWxZcHrk/s72-c/fullCherubsAndImps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5392146148764542796</id><published>2010-04-02T10:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:10:50.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><title type='text'>Can you buy love?</title><content type='html'>Had a conversation with this youth who is inspired to be a social worker. As usual, I told her about the reality of this industry. And her reply was: I don't think that woman needs to 'earn so much'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she reckoned that her future husband will provide the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman with great ideals in love. Like all explorer with their lofty aspiration to tread on unknown path - probably only to find acrimonious disappointment at the end. Perhaps it may not be as drastic, but surely, reality would eventually moderate such ideal to a more 'manageable' level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I have grown to become more cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideals are admirable, but time is one bitch factor that makes ideals 'idealistic'. Because all phenomena in the world are impermanent - which unfortunately includes relationship. Hence, people do change for the better... or worst... and the commitment invested in a relationship by an individual might just be a plug pulling decision at later point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going by this logics: most relationship will not stand against the test of time. Although there are real testimony of people who have preserve their relationship well, Hume's problem of induction will probably make this only probable, confirming only at the point of death. For those who do not understand a shit I am saying, I shall explain a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are taught that apples are red and in our daily experience all the apples we see are red, our conclusion will be such that all apples are and will be red. However, we cannot make such a conclusion as we have not seen all the apples in this world and one day we might find an apple that isn't red in colour (e.g. a green apple), which will render our induction as erroneous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a case example, examining Jack Neo's situation would have easily revealed that the length of relationship does not improve the quality of his love. Nor does the existence of his children or public impression makes any difference to his relationship. How I derive this is because at the end of the day, the reality of his decision is that a freewill man cheats. Period. He can be loyal throughout his courtship or even the early years of his relationship, but time has shown that the flesh is weak and the integrity of his relationship is compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolhberg would probably explain it as 'people who excel in moral reasoning, but epic fails in moral action.' However, I am not overly concerned about the morality of his action because yunhaier place little consideration of morality in my treatise in the nature of love (CloUdiSm). Morality and ethical consideration in love is structurally created by society for society to define the aspects of marriage, but not love. At most, human system can only provide opportunity for 'nurturing' love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is one aspect of human function that cannot be mandated by any artificial systems, like you cannot pass a national policy to 'force someone to love another.' However, you could 'buy a bride' (which constitute under a marriage domain by the state), even there is no love (basically you could even be in a relationship without the love part). Or you could even pay for sex. All these are real options available in our society because these are considered structural system that are tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy care and concern? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yup those people are actually called nurses and are only available when you are in the hospital. However, it is still largely limited to physical care. I can be a nurse that cleans your bowel, but emotionally I can still be fucked up to you)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy loyalty? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(alternatively, these can be called promotions. Basically in marketing, you need to entice your customer to buy your brand over and over again. So a good reason why they should be loyal is because they see value in the things they buy from you at a cheaper, better, faster &amp;amp; stronger rate. The minute someone else is selling something cheaper, better, faster &amp;amp; stronger, why the fuck do I need you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy love? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the closest thing to this is to rear a pet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now explain why morality plays little role in love: when someone cheats in a relationship, fundamentally speaking, the relationship is likely to be in some bad shape for an external invasion to score a critical hit. This bad shape does not necessarily means consciousness as it often manifest itself as internal dissatisfaction. And to add: internal dissatisfaction does not always mean the presence of an external force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a person cheats on his/her relationship - he/she is making a choice to seek for something that provides a form of novel happiness. Such momentarily happiness are fleeting. Vanished as hastily as the subsided wind calm itself after a squall, eventually one might realized that these are illusions given by our cosmic lesson in love to test the foundation of the relationship. If it rocks the boat and sink it, then perhaps the boat wasn't build to last in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the boat sinks, we will instantly regard it as a bad omen and 'moral reasoning' starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am perplexed because I seriously don't understand why is it bad. You see, if the boat wasn't build and meant to last a lifetime, having it wreck by the storm merely revealed how incapable it is to weather any greater adversity in love. A relationship is feeble not just by foundation, but also by development and individual personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it bad to lose a love that wasn't meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does people choose to possess something that only appears to be theirs in title but not in essence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute you retain love for anything other reasons other than love per se, you know deep inside that it is the day you have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn only to accept what is real. All the pretty floral decoration of deception and lies are only artificially boosting the 'value' of your relationship. Once removed - it's worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have an original Giordano than a fake GUCCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the former is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S7bbWV-34aI/AAAAAAAACUo/qtodazOfnnA/s1600/WFTFS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S7bbWV-34aI/AAAAAAAACUo/qtodazOfnnA/s320/WFTFS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455789175510393250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5392146148764542796?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5392146148764542796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-buy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5392146148764542796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5392146148764542796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-buy-love.html' title='Can you buy love?'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S7bbWV-34aI/AAAAAAAACUo/qtodazOfnnA/s72-c/WFTFS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5745367133037023193</id><published>2010-03-28T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:09:35.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 280310</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Originally posted by jerjoe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my first post rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start by introducing myself. If you think I'm boasting, you're entitled to since it may come across that way. I'm just so frustrated that I don't know what to think or do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a pretty well to do family. From young, I've worked very hard, so my parents wanted to send me overseas for university. I was reluctant to be honest but went with it as they insisted. In the middle of ns, I applied and got into one of the best US university for the engineering field I was interested in. Over my 3 years in college, I tried my utmost to find a job there but it was just a complete failure. Ironically, I was at my best in my undergraduate years. I was doing incredibly well academically - With a stunning gpa, I was performing better than all the other Sg scholars. I was also the president/captain of one of the varsity sports clubs and was really fit. I went to church every Sunday and had many friends. Heck, I even had time to go out clubbing and for some reason some guys worshipped how I carried myself around girls (with confidence on hindsight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I practically threw myself at any US employer but no one bit. One could blame the recession perhaps. I was forced to compromise, interning in Shanghai one year, working for my university professor the next and in Singapore in the last year. The day I graduated was probably the most disappointing day in my life. I found it very shameful to tell others that, unlike all my peers, I was out of college without a plan, without a dream. All that motivational talk and speeches given out on that day could not console what I was really feeling. Lets face it, we graduated at the shittest time in the last 5 decades. People complain about not finding a job for 6 months. I hadn't found one in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to take it personally. I switched majors for my masters, hopefully to broaden my scope. As expected, my grades took a dip and became quite average (I'm only human. Trying to compete with a classroom full of phd candidates with almost zero basic knowledge is like jumping out of a plane with an umbrella). I lost quite a bit of fitness as I sunk a little into depression even though I'm still managing the club. I think I'm losing my mind as well (as in becoming more stupid or mentally insane I don't know). Overall, I lost pretty much every bit of confidence I had in myself. Before I at least had academics to fall back on. Now, I have almost nothing academically, financially, socially, intelluctually. That's not to say I didn't see it coming. The decline started the few months before I graduated and proceeded to endure almost a year later to now. I don't know how to reverse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a quarter million dollars in debt to my parents with no clear path of recourse (ie, no job). The job situation here in the US is bad. In Singapore, it seems I'm not wanted either. Too expensive compared to "FT"s. Furthermore, we all know the job "prospects" of being an engineer. On the contrary, the banks who are culprits for this crisis are still offering business grads ridculous starting salarys (a topic for another time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up also on having any kind of relationships. I thought that it was because I couldn't spare the time but now I know that was just an excuse. I just simply don't believe relationships work for me anymore (maybe this is a confidence issue I don't know). You may find this ridculous but at 25, I think I'm already too old to develop any meaningful long term relationship. Once a person starts working, status and money distort relationships and for all my faith in humanity, I don't believe girls can see alot beyond that. I've seen too many first hand, off hand examples that my trust has been blown away. Sure, sure my sample size is "relatively" small hahaha but it grows every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer find myself having time/energy to spare for friends much less making new ones. Every thing I had going before evaporated. In the past, I would be garang enough to step into awkard situations. Now even sharing eye contact with other people makes me feel weird and insecure. I used to be such an extrovert, now I'm an introvert. In short, I'm the person who from the outside seemed to have every thing but really has nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone threatened my life now, I don't think I would care. I think about suicide on a weekly basis, more from a "harakiri" standpoint but then what would my parents do? They are the sole reason why I'm still breathing. They also need to pay housing loans something that would not have been a problem if I had stayed in Singapore. I need to provide an ROI so to speak for all their time and money. But with all the mistakes and failures I have made, I don't know how long more I can go on. Each failure I bring bears a cost to other people. Edison could have had a thousand failures before he succeeded but how many people have that luxury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, frustrated and lost. Did I mention about my health? Nevermind, I too lor sor already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are someone I would claim as a 'thinker'; but before you decide that this is a complement, I would tell you that it's more of a comment/observation. I will explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have to divide people into two extreme personalities, in this dichotomy of life, it would be 'thinkers' and 'doers'. The former depict people who think (only), but the latter refers to people who do (only). Naturally, most people fall in between. Problems usually arise from those who are nearer to these extreme points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are decapitated by your thoughts to such extend that you are basically immobile. Although you might have decent academic background, the crux of your plight lies with your selection process. Although you are right to say that you don't mind working as an intern for as long as it is a prospective company, this is precisely the problem here - many company may not be as 'prospective' as you deemed it would be, which you might probably eliminate. To worsen your deal, you lacked the necessary working experience - so companies are reluctant to hire (even intern), especially since times are difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reframe it into something simpler - you want a deal that is good for you in the long term and the path you have 'planned' for yourself is rigidity linear and fixed. Even as a civil servant (in which our garmen would likely to hire you, considering your relatively impressive academic background), you consider it 'bad' in the long run. For someone who has been unemployed for 4 years - frankly, this 'bad' in the long run is still irony a 'good' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thinking disabled you totally. To make matter even worst, because your family is well-to-do, the incentive to find a job isn't as urgent. Yes, you might talk about ROI, but everything else is still stable, so what's the urgency unless it derives from self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to ride the donkey while you seek for the horse. You can't always be waiting for the glorious stallion to pass by you before you take a leap. Your attitude towards life synonymously reflects your situation in love - your fear of 'risk/lost' is masked by fortifying yourself in this ivory tower of intellectual retreat, analyzing from an apex, which you feel safe from the noisy rumbles of the world below your view. You comfort yourself with the thinking that you 'have the whole picture' but the truth is that your 'full picture' is the real distortion of the 'real picture'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, learn to do first and think later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5745367133037023193?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5745367133037023193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-280310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5745367133037023193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5745367133037023193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-280310.html' title='Aunt Agony 280310'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3422586972184944017</id><published>2010-03-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:27:20.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 160310</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by Alpha Omega:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i am in a very good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is caring, understanding, loving, not materialistic, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is currently in a good paying job and is earning a lot more than me, probably 1.5 times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here lies the problem, she comes from a very poor family and i do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do live in an good surburb in the west side of Singapore and my family will soon acquire a condo in a prime area of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always somehow get this feeling that she is with me not because she truely loves me but because getting involved with me will move her up the status ladder in the long run should we get married because of my family background and her family background as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has never openly mentioned something like this, but then again who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my fears valid or am i too paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she doesn't treat her family well, she used to live in a 3 room HDB flat but has since moved to an aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her family its survival of the fittest because i heard that when she was young her family did not even take care of her, did not give her allowance, and she was made to starve often from Secondary school all the way thru Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are divorced which contributed to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she has stated many many times if my current place will be where we will live should we get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure she has more earning power now, but she had a 3 year head start ahead of me in working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind her background but i don't want her to have the wrong intentions because many people get discarded by their spouses should they fall upon bad times financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides i am not even thinking of the house and if we don't get it then we will move out to a HDB, but it seems like that is not the case with her because she gives me the feeling that she doesn't feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if its not such a big deal then why she kept asking the questions on where we are to live? Is it really that bad to live in a HDB flat? because by her intention in asking persistantly if we are going to live in my current place in, it gives the signal that it is not acceptable to live in a HDB flat because she experienced my current place, even though she has been living in a 3 room HDB all her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she loves me for who I am or does she actually prefer my money more? This question is almost like asking if a newborn would end up being a criminal or a successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously will never know because it depends on how the relationship is being led, akin to how a child is being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting when people decide that they want someone to see them ‘for who they are’ when in reality they might exhibit a persona that depict the ‘self’ in which they actually reject as their ‘real’ self (in western astrology, this is probably attributed by the ascendant). If this is the root of your worries, then it is a problem in self marketing, much more then the personality of the person you have attracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, in simple, we attract the qualities we exude (CloUdiSm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a lot of self awareness or enlightenment from others (due to our unconscious blind spots) to even perceive that phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this wasn’t the case, your issue actually lies with your point of selection. As a general statement: as much as a woman seek comfort in marrying ‘upwards’ and a man seeks pleasure in physical gratification, a relationship is but mutual exchange of needs, cutting across various dimensions. Surely, there must be existence of mutual needs before a relationship would makes any logical sense; there is no such thing as an absolute unconditional love in any love relationship – anyone making such a claim will end up in contradiction. Unconditional love in BGR exists only in relative sense, but never in any absolute manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Law of love (CloUdiSm) states: it is we who choose our partner, not the other way round. Therefore, if this is the woman you have accepted as your significant other, then it will inevitable question your decision at the point of decision – why her then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must understand that love produces an interconnected dependency on both parties to function effectively. You have chosen her for your own individual reason – the question on the authenticity of her love based on your scenario may not be accurate. You know, it could also be equally plausible if I were to explain that your woman have deep underlying developmental issues during her early childhood, which caused her insecurity to project her thoughts in a certain manner, instead of a potential gold digger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you would like to understand her first. Fundamentally, if you want your woman to see you as ‘who you are’, then perhaps she might also want you to see her as ‘who she is.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3422586972184944017?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3422586972184944017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-160310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3422586972184944017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3422586972184944017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-160310.html' title='Aunt Agony 160310'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3359086067115046703</id><published>2010-03-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:30:29.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 150310</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Originally posted by frozen-seal-heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since my heart was frozen... im getting more and more emo... i just someone that can chat with me... chat my heart out... i lost my dear one... i dont look into another BGR at all... for now.. i wish i can stand out from this dark clouds.... anyone?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to live to the fullest... every moment is the best in my life... everything is wonderful... but it just collapse within 1 day... if you were me... can you take it and continue to life like normal?.... i lost everything over that night... my life... my dream... my love... even myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over that night... my dearest girlfriend died in hospital due to leukemia... she hide her sickness from me... she afraid i would leave her anytime... like her ex-bfs... she relieve the truth to me.. when she is hospitalize and have not much time left... i dont know the truth till that day... i was blinded for 3 months.... when i reach the hospital... she just say i love you... and she is gone... thats the last moment and words from her.... and i lost everything.... nothing else is left for me on this meaningless world.... what would you do?.. if you were blindfolded and the moment the truth is out... your lost everything... what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be successful.. i tried to forget about that incident... i tried to put it down... i tried everything... nothing works... my friends just say im lying... my friends just make use of me to score in their results... other then that they don even look upon me as a friend.... everyone just leave me... everyone hate me... make use of me... how am i going to be successful?... things are more difficult then before... everyone is realistic... too realistic... i thought of death... i even tried to sucide... but i have no courage... i dont know why... people like me... worthless... meaningless.. still living in this world... cause harm to everyone around me... everything is just pitch black..... where is the light of hope?... who is reach out his/her hand to me?... i wonder will there anyone willing to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 3yrs... i lied to myself... i can do better... i would walk out from this... im tired to do so anymore... 3 years... more then a thousand day... everyday wake up from my bed... i lied to myself... today will be a better day... but for now... im tired... im sick of it... i dont think it works anymore... believing in myself... i gave this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the there is a time and place for all things. Nobody is coercing you to accept the deal that life has thrown at you, but without the higher wisdom to accept that certain things in life are uncontrollable, we will always lead a life of misery because we will constantly be assailed with such phenomenon in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can be emo, but one cannot indulge in self pity. The latter only seek to degenerate your mind and spirit, which you will find it ridiculously arduous to piece them together once such insidious value has sunk deep roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you don’t aim for success without having to accept your circumstances from within because success often slipped from a man who can’t grasp properly. Paradoxically speaking, it is like telling a man to run when he doesn’t know how to use his legs. If you are unable to manage yourself internally, forget about the success you speak of. Success goes to the man who gains self mastery and self mastery first begins from self acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, nobody said it is easy to move on, especially since your situation involved an involuntary separation of death. But in essence, it is the same as those who have divorced or have broken up inevitably because similar depression derived from the inability to continue the mutual relationship in a meaningful fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of such phenomenon denotes the impermanence of love, in which once the cosmic lesson is taught, the existence of the person will naturally disappear. The nature of such a relationship is often karmic (likely to be Saturn-influenced) and until we gain the necessary wisdom to pierce through this illusion that masked itself as ‘true love’ in our context, we will never be able to release ourselves from this emotional bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our learning in love is a series of stages; each relationship does not exist individually as finality to the whole, much more than a mere part within the intricate system. You don’t exactly possess love in a way you do for physical objects; it only seeks to teach, while you humbly learn or reject what it has to offer. By rejecting or denying your circumstance, it only creates a position where you would face emotional torment from the futile resistance, bleeding in greater amount until clarity appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3359086067115046703?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3359086067115046703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-150310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3359086067115046703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3359086067115046703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunt-agony-150310.html' title='Aunt Agony 150310'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-372880243803276435</id><published>2010-03-14T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:03:33.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Jobs Opening</title><content type='html'>Anyone interested? Just leave a tag on my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position Openings:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Designation   : Senior Manager-YAH! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Requirements    : Bachelor Degree with relevant management/training&lt;br /&gt;experience&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Team player with good organizational, communication &amp; interpersonal skills&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Effectively bilingual (English/Chinese) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Work experience in a training institute is a plus &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Job Description  : To be in-charge of the management &amp; operation of the YAH!&lt;br /&gt;Community College &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Designation   : Marketing Executive-YAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements    : -Bachelor Degree in Mass Communications, Marketing or&lt;br /&gt;equivalent qualifications with at least 2 years of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;relevant experience. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Diploma holders with at least 5 years of relevant experience would also be&lt;br /&gt;considered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Team player with good organizational, communication &amp; interpersonal skills&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Effectively bilingual (English/Chinese) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Job Description  : To develop marketing plans and strategies to promote&lt;br /&gt;programmes in YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;The closing date for this recruitment is 31 March 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-372880243803276435?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/372880243803276435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/jobs-opening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/372880243803276435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/372880243803276435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/jobs-opening.html' title='Jobs Opening'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8510613391809252284</id><published>2010-03-11T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:32:53.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><title type='text'>Ontological View of Love</title><content type='html'>Upon careful examination, the ontological view of love will inevitably implore us to concede to the principle of non-duality in love. It's truly a deception to assign dualistic concept of love as an axioms, which will lead us to great confusion and distortion, resulting in the triggering of cosmic lesson to reiterate this non-dualistic understanding of love.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From separation into genders constructed through birthright, the concept of dualism will naturally arise; segmenting female (femininity) and males (masculinity). If love acts as the catalysis to congregate both feminine and masculine quality from an idealistic state of form into a matter, the existence of love thus served the teleological purpose of reverting this very nature of love back into a non-dualistic state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is therefore two (in phenomena) but not two (in essence) - the principle of esho-funi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that simple understanding solved my fucking thought revolving the ontology of love, which troubled me for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, I am so going back to project CloUdiSm and work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8510613391809252284?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8510613391809252284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/ontological-view-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8510613391809252284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8510613391809252284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/03/ontological-view-of-love.html' title='Ontological View of Love'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5117830091014895837</id><published>2010-02-21T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:25:53.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 210210</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Originally posted by boi_cant tahan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I had a close friend, two of them and one of them is a girl. Ok its like this, we treated ourselves like siblings. The moment we argue we apologize soon after or IF there's any argument, its will be a friendly type. This is how close we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;As years goes by, i going to NS soon and she is going to study at NAFA. It hurts rather sad when we apart because we spent so much time together. Best friends forever curse. Me her and together with all our friends were like one patch. She and my other close friend are the only ones that really help me thru the trouble of relastionship of what i posted in the forum quite a few times long ago. Now i finally got a gf, thanks to my friends. And soon after, my close friends also had a steady. Ok now this is where my pain starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dont know why but i recently get this sigh of emo feeling whenever i saw her and her bf together. Its like i'm thinking i should be that guy. I seriously dont get it, i got a gf but i dont feel right. My happiness feeling down whenever i saw her and her bf together. But when we talk, its like the best moment. Then when i saw her bf feed her with fries, i felt sad. dont know why. And i did the same to my gf but it seems normal. Just out my laugh and smile but deep down i felt nothing when i do that to my gf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Is it me, did i miss the moment with my close friends? I mean we are 19 years old now. We can't possibly be BEST friends forever but i dont want that to happen but as if i had a choice. We been friends for more than 5 years how can i got this stupid feeling about her? pls help. Anyone of you got this type of situation before? and what the hell is this feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it does happen; especially when we assumed that life will remain status quo forever and we adopt an inactive approach towards the flow of life. Best friends may one day become causal friends and causal friends might one day developed into best friends; such impermanence nature of relationship is largely decided by the nurturing of the friendship towards the direction both seek to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably had a thing for her, just that passiveness took away point of action. Perhaps in the past, the feelings manifested itself as 'best friends' - but your conscious mind choose to stop right there without risking to probe further than just the choice of maintaining a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a choice made. But it did not lapse into an issue because your circumstances were different - she was single and you could still enjoy a sizable amount of attention and concerns from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the situation kinda evolved. Surely, both of you are still good friends, but your position as a best friend is divided. Perhaps it's a hierarchy lower. But even so, in a social context, it is only natural and pretty much 'justified'. Your frustration stemmed from the fact that you are unable to resolve this internalization in view of such 'naturally justified social position' and your emotions just react helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were undergoing some relationship problems before you found your current gf. And now that you had her, your subtle dissatisfaction and normalization of feelings towards your woman could signify that your love may be dubious. I am not questioning the love that you share with her, rather, I am concerned with regards to the circumstances that lead the formation of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a danger in loving someone and not realizing if there was the love you thought it was when you first acquired it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Genie has mentioned, learn to lead a relationship and not stick your head out and observe somebody else's. Such an attempt only seek to reveal the nature of your love towards your partner and upon correction, you might face an inevitable situation of losing them because you don't see a need to develop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5117830091014895837?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5117830091014895837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/aunt-agony-210210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5117830091014895837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5117830091014895837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/aunt-agony-210210.html' title='Aunt Agony 210210'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3789757438439112278</id><published>2010-02-02T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:44:58.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somber'/><title type='text'>一颗开花的树</title><content type='html'>如何让你遇见我&lt;br /&gt;在我最美丽的时刻&lt;br /&gt;为这&lt;br /&gt;我已在佛前求了五百年&lt;br /&gt;求他让我们结一段尘缘&lt;br /&gt;佛于是把我化作一棵树&lt;br /&gt;长在你必经的路旁&lt;br /&gt;阳光下慎重地开满了花&lt;br /&gt;朵朵都是我前世的盼望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你走近&lt;br /&gt;请你细听&lt;br /&gt;那颤抖的叶是我等待的热情&lt;br /&gt;而当你终于无视地走过&lt;br /&gt;在你身后落了一地的&lt;br /&gt;朋友啊&lt;br /&gt;那不是花瓣&lt;br /&gt;是我凋零的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S2gsEJrJN6I/AAAAAAAACUY/_dIX6FUp8Hg/s1600-h/leaves2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433641400250480546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S2gsEJrJN6I/AAAAAAAACUY/_dIX6FUp8Hg/s320/leaves2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3789757438439112278?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3789757438439112278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3789757438439112278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3789757438439112278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='一颗开花的树'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S2gsEJrJN6I/AAAAAAAACUY/_dIX6FUp8Hg/s72-c/leaves2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7986843770703592778</id><published>2010-02-01T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:29:17.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 010210</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Originally posted by Jellyjellybean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with my bf for 4 months only and I think that I'm quite dependent on him, and I don't like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our 2nd month, my bf suggested a breakup because he wasn't used to being in a relationship and had commitment fears (because I'm his first gf). But after an hour of serious talk, we stayed together and for the past 8 weeks, we are a very happy &amp;amp; contented couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, it's like a merry go round. Whenever I'm with my bf, it's bliss. But whenever he disappeared off the surface of the earth (sleeping, hanging out with friends, concentrating on his projects), I would feel very needy and lonely though I understand his needs to have his own time. Sometimes when he takes hours to reply me or his replies are cold, I would not be able to concentrate on my work and would often wonder what did I do wrong. I'm afraid that he would suggest a breakup again or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention to him about my insecurities before and he assured that he loves me truly and he treasures our relationship a lot. I believe him but I still can't help feeling dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come up to the point of affecting my studies because I can't concentrate on my work. Please help. (And he's entering NS soon, and I'm afraid I would become more cui after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I reduce my dependency on my boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have already partially uncovered part of the truth - in which you are insecure and hence the dependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't realize that they have a dependency attitude in relationship until they are into one - EVEN if they could seem to be rather independent during their single life. The problem revolves around the need to validate the existence of the relationship and the constant need to ensure that the relationship is not deteriorating because they have 'invested' and a failure in the 'investment' might presents a great repercussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To seek for reassurance is common, but if there's no justification to postulate constant reassurance, we might want to examine the condition of our thoughts and emotional state to understand the source of issue. His decision in the attempt to break up in the past would have fuel your insecurity. Although this is normal, but to give up everything and just revolve your life around him will inevitably create a situation where you become more depended on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reduce dependency, you need a life outside that of your relationship. Take note that the real problem in inducing the earlier breakup is not because you had life outside that of your relationship, but because your guy is unable to emotionally manage himself. You can bridge those differences through proper communication and not axe yourself away from the natural things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty in relationship is very much an individual thing. For as long as both is committed and contented - the relationship will be there to stay. A completely satisfied woman cannot be seduced. Hence his insecurity is also unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop anyone from leaving. So instead of trying to tie it down and get burned by the friction, why not remove the worries and just enjoy the relationship just as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7986843770703592778?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7986843770703592778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/aunt-agony-010210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7986843770703592778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7986843770703592778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/02/aunt-agony-010210.html' title='Aunt Agony 010210'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1402835925417860667</id><published>2010-01-21T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:38:00.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYDC'/><title type='text'>SYDC Comic Strip (16 Jan 10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cv-nb90iI/AAAAAAAACUA/76M4t7HaXWU/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428860628603097634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cv-nb90iI/AAAAAAAACUA/76M4t7HaXWU/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cvj9DLLgI/AAAAAAAACT4/00Y2jRItcn8/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428860170548227586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cvj9DLLgI/AAAAAAAACT4/00Y2jRItcn8/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cwX0UyyPI/AAAAAAAACUI/eiHuQSaavug/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428861061559404786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cwX0UyyPI/AAAAAAAACUI/eiHuQSaavug/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cw4e4pAdI/AAAAAAAACUQ/p8K2p8acRXY/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428861622739861970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cw4e4pAdI/AAAAAAAACUQ/p8K2p8acRXY/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1402835925417860667?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1402835925417860667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/01/sydc-comic-strip-16-jan-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1402835925417860667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1402835925417860667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/01/sydc-comic-strip-16-jan-10.html' title='SYDC Comic Strip (16 Jan 10)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/S1cv-nb90iI/AAAAAAAACUA/76M4t7HaXWU/s72-c/IMG_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1702874286559576002</id><published>2010-01-04T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:32:03.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 040110</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Originally posted by J03r5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hie, my name is jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i share a similar story as would many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 best friends who are girls, both of them in the midst of ending their relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the agony that the breakup process puts them through is just something i cant stand for, yet i can only stand behind them and try to make them feel that there's a better tomorrow. not that it's working very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone offer me some insight as to how to make them see that there's a bigger picture to their lives or at least make them stand on their feet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, sometimes i come so close to overstepping the boundaries of being a best friend because i care for them so much more than i want to. don't take me wrong, it's not that i want to care less but i'm afraid that things would change if i made a false move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times, i've reconsidered my position whether or not my feelings exceed those that a friend should have. here's the thing, girl A is my buddy, in many ways like a brother. girl B is someone who sees me for who i am and takes me for who i am. both of whom i share my interests with.i hate to see change because frankly, i love having them both as my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is what im feeling justifiable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural for you to feel for your friends. Possibility of romantic feelings aside - people would naturally desire their good friends to lead fulfilling lives without misery. The Greek calls it Philia - but regardless, I think that is fundamental to any perception of how we define the role of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal development of romantic feelings is not of a concern here - I am only concern about the pushing of personal agenda, especially with regards to the outcome of a breakup. As much as you think that you want to provide a 'bigger picture' for them to see, insofar to escape this seemingly 'hellhole' - we have to be cautious about what sort of 'bigger picture' we want to portray and if this is an assumption of our own personal 'bigger picture' or does it implied an unconscious hidden agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be realistic and be constantly aware of our action because that will determine what sort of direction it will take when we execute them according to our thoughts. You are afraid to cross the boundary - this is the effect of leaving it entirely to our subconscious. Take note that it's nothing wrong to pursue the possibility of a romantic relationship with either one of these ladies, however the anxiety of your problem stemmed from the fact that you are not exactly clear in your agenda and the labeling of your friendship with them, which kinda created an unplanned situation of a 'conflict in double interest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true platonic friendship, this wouldn't even have bothered you. Since it has, you might want to consider my two cents on a deeper level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1702874286559576002?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1702874286559576002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/01/aunt-agony-040110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1702874286559576002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1702874286559576002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2010/01/aunt-agony-040110.html' title='Aunt Agony 040110'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7727425083579338662</id><published>2009-12-23T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:38:59.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudism'/><title type='text'>Four Facet of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SzD0xmLrGjI/AAAAAAAACTw/ga_tT4LvjKw/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418099484626983474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SzD0xmLrGjI/AAAAAAAACTw/ga_tT4LvjKw/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pioneer breath of magic that give rise to the initial ideas being impressed onto matter - with matters being the relationship. How pristine in the world of forms preached by Plato, only to realize that matters, being the relationship, are but imperfection of the highest lofty image of ideas in love. Our inadequacy to manage this internal expectation often sink us into greater tragedy of love. Though painful as it seemed to inflict this awareness onto our soul, the delight in basking this sweet torment is an irony that promotes an emotional mind and defy rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Love begin its journey, it will surely encounter the four facet of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four seemingly identical windows; four different dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see ourselves in the first.&lt;br /&gt;Only to give for our second.&lt;br /&gt;After the third we receive,&lt;br /&gt;Finally we understand the Middle Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yunhaier -&lt;br /&gt;23 Dec 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7727425083579338662?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7727425083579338662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-facet-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7727425083579338662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7727425083579338662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-facet-of-love.html' title='Four Facet of Love'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SzD0xmLrGjI/AAAAAAAACTw/ga_tT4LvjKw/s72-c/IMG_2163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1927889148977721485</id><published>2009-12-16T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:08:32.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 161209</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by Chunhow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us would like to meet our very own 100% perfect girl/boy someday. That someone special just to ourselves, with the X factor others cannot appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I met my 95% perfect girl. I enjoy talking to and hanging out with her. but I think the missing 5% is the same reason which I broke up with my ex-gf for. kinda torn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about you people? ever liked/fallen in love helplessly with someone you suspect is not totally compatible with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, it's fundamentally flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have met someone who is 95% perfect - yet you choose to give her up because of the minority aspects of 5%, it means that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) The 5% component actually holds a lot more weight than 5% (it's probably 51%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Your percentage is based purely on one or a couple of dimensions - in which these may be 95% perfect, but across ALL dimension, it still fails (average of all dimensions is less than 50%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Your passing grade is 96% - so 95% is still a failed grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing when people make claims like these - for example: this particular person is 95 - 99% of what he/she looks for, but because of that few percentage of 'flaws', it renders them 'flawed' and 'impossible' to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is 100% perfect - the only 100% perfect person exist only in our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's totally a flawed concept if we demand a 100% perfect mate, when the truth is that we are not even 100% perfect ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1927889148977721485?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1927889148977721485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-161209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1927889148977721485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1927889148977721485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-161209.html' title='Aunt Agony 161209'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5423032701759609213</id><published>2009-12-06T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:55:27.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 061209 (Continued from AA051209)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Originally posted by Beneix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been going for medical check up. Full body check up after a bike accident recently and other digestive discomfort previously, in fact he has gone for so many check ups compared to me and my peers I get blur. Sometimes I will google or read up more and give him some advice on what to do to show I care but it feels quite silly since he is quite familiar with his own body. I think his health is deteriorating too but he reassures me that he has always been a bit weak and is used to this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quite get the part I highlighted in blue? Don't think he is being someone he is not since obviously he is not the vain kind. Did I misread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scared of going over the edge of showing him I am upset over his appearance and hygiene, that is why lately I refrain from commenting about anything. Only do it once in a while now. Maybe twice a month or something in a joking manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way I can approach this tactfully if I were to sit down and talk to him again nicely from one adult to another? Will I seem very demanding as a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not break up with him over this, it is not a deal breaker for me. Sometimes I dunno what to say. Take for instance two months ago I discovered two warts growing on his hand. So I told him best to have it removed. He visited a clinic and the doctor sent him off with some crap solution that did not solve the problem. He "report" back to me and the next week he visited another doctor who told him the same thing, that it will fall off on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it won't even be there if he is hygienic in the first place. At the same time he really made the effort to "please" me in that manner so much so he needs some credit for effort. But that puts me in a difficult position because why would I want to hold his hand if there are warts growing on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wart issue has been resolved but you get the drift. It is quite frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant in my highlighted statement &lt;em&gt;(If you reckon that trying to be someone you are not is a tiring affair - then having to 'overvalue' your position will inevitable force him to bite off more than he could chew):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personality will regress back to equilibrium every time we go on default mode. By default we are 'like this'. However the only time we would evolve temporary is when there is a reason (social or not) to governs/shape our behaviour in certain unspoken direction. For example, you don't pee in public simply just because you need to relieve yourself. You will hold it, even if it means feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is someone who does not bothers very much about his health OR personal hygiene by default, but took special attempt to look into the area during the chase - there is a high chance that he will just regress back to this 'default' after the relationship is form unless he has somehow learn to incorporate that into his core values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote what you had typed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[quote] now that he has a girlfriend, he doesn’t need to exercise or keep himself fit that often anymore. [/quote]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People only change and evolve if there is a relevant catalysis to ignite the first step and a robust structure in place to maintain this change. If there is no catalysis, there will be no change. Even there is a change, without a structure to maintain this change, it will regress back into 'default mode'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is something that is affecting you, it is not something that you can resolve it by yourself. Relationship is called relationship because all problems are worked out between two parties - doing it alone is called compromising. If you decide that you wanna be 'nice' now, knowing that this will be an issue to you in the future - you are just sacrificing short term gains for long term growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to talk about it - tell him honestly that this is affecting you. Don't hint to your man; a strong, obvious, blatant, zhun hint is still a hint. If you are hinting, then don't expect real reply. Also, joking is not communication. If you joke about it, then your conversation will always be cast off as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to talk. Learn to speak. Learn to communicate REAL feelings. Fix a date, tell him that you want to review this relationship after one year. Tell him to that you want to know his ideas and feelings about the relationship, as well as yours. Let him know that there is a potential issue from the way you see it. Put items on the table - make it conscious, not unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Some people feel it's difficult to do a HTH talk because we might hurt our other half. But I can tell you is possible to talk real feelings tactfully. I can't guarantee that things will be better after talking, but I can assure you that it will fail if you stop communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5423032701759609213?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5423032701759609213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-061209-continued-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5423032701759609213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5423032701759609213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-061209-continued-from.html' title='Aunt Agony 061209 (Continued from AA051209)'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-672375719421621175</id><published>2009-12-05T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:01:36.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 051209</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Originally posted by Beneix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf have been dating a nice, caring guy for more than a year now but lately, I noticed he is starting to let himself go rapidly. Take for instance, he used to exercise regularly and he used to show some effort in dressing up and grooming when we go out. But within the first three months we got together, he started putting on weight and by now I believe he must have gained at least ten kilograms over the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fond of him and will never contemplate breaking up over the issue of looks or health but this is starting to bug me. I don’t think we haf reached the stage in a relationship where the things we used to overlook are now being amplified but I really wonder why he is letting himself go so quickly. And I wonder how I can go about encouraging him to eat healthily and exercise regularly tactfully and effectively without seeming as a person who nitpicks at his minor flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried suggesting playing light sports with him but it never seems to materialize. He falls sick quite often, shoulder pain, chest pain, cough or a cold happens on a weekly basis. I know his health is fairly weak but haf no idea why it seems to have taken a nose dive lately. So much so I dare not suggest playing sports other than strolling in the park. But even that has come to a stop due to his hectic work hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I jokingly asked him why he seems to haf gained so much weight since we got together, he replied saying now that he has a girlfriend, he doesn’t need to exercise or keep himself fit that often anymore. I don’t really know if he was trying to be funny or what. Also, he will sometimes reply saying he is older now, metabolism rate has decreased hence the weight gain. I think he failed his IPPT too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf also tried sitting down and talking to him nicely over this but he will ask me if I am dumping him over this. I confirm say no. He says okay that is all that matters. And then issue is shelved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He consumes a lot of junk food and indulges in rich but unhealthy food very often, which I think is normal for most guys. When we eat out I tried suggesting healthier choices but since we are out on a date, I don’t really want to disappoint or limit his choice in food like a nagging mother. So will usually go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he’s letting himself go in terms of hygiene too! Doesn’t trim his fingernails, messy hair, doesn’t shave and basically he is a complete utter slob. It is less of an embarrassment as I don’t care that much for having a messy or good looking guy in my arms but what bugs me is, I miss him when we are apart. But when we finally meet up, seeing him look like a slob is quite disappointing and sends me packing in the opposite direction of missing him. Am I superficial? And maybe it affects the level of attraction I feel towards him too. If this is happening only after one year, I cannot imagine how he is going to look like in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that no one in life is perfect and he does not haf to be perfect. I just would like some advice and opinion on how to encourage a healthier lifestyle for him or should I just let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close one eye and accept the fact that he is what he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: He is not poor in health to a serious extend. I think he is just too lazy to keep fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, I suggest that he do a medical checkup to ensure that he is minimally healthy. If his health is deteriorating, it might be a sign of other health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weakness in the process of dating is almost like being subjected to some carefully crafted marketing campaign urging you to purchase the product/s. The fact of the matter is that it often conceals the flaws of the product you are being marketed to and it remains hidden until you have bought the goods and review them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys often employ the modus operandi to upsell themselves - the promise of a brand that they think it would assist them to achieve a better positioning, but this upkeep cannot sustain itself simply because 'they are not like that.' If you reckon that trying to be someone you are not is a tiring affair - then having to 'overvalue' your position will inevitable force him to bite off more than he could chew. It will reveal in the relationship as you lead your love, in which I believe you are currently experiencing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we evaluate a relationship, we should always look at it from a holistic point of view. But we can only achieving this in a meaningful way only if we are brutally honest with ourselves. I do not believe that if one sees value in certain physical aspects of a person and that immediately makes him/her shallow. Because values are highly relative to our developmental pathway in life and because they are subjective, the morality of what makes a 'good' or 'bad' value in love will never come to an univocal agreement or definition that is universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only note about values is that it is the association which our values are projected to manifest. For example, if you deemed that being fat is a negative trait, it is because you associate this trait with a group of related negative attributes (lazy/sloppy = lack drive = lack of ambition and self improvement, etc. Note that I am purely giving a random example and I am not explicitly stating that being fat absolutely have all of these traits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore what you are being turned off is more than just he 'being fat' but rather, by default, you might not be attracted to mates with such associated attributes. Therefore, I am establishing the point that one cannot be deemed as superficial just because our values are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to consider two thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) If you have the intention to 'see the greater picture' and decide to compromise on your personal values of what you reckon as a suitable mate in view of a harmonious relationship, then do not seek to heighten any mote of displeasure to fuel any unhappiness, should you encounter any crisis/arguments during the course of your relationship in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive point to note is that your significant other probably has other strengths that you are attracted to and these help to compensate certain flaws (or at least knowing that people are not perfect, it's a trade off). Remember, we should always review the relationship holistically and not adopt the concept of reductionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) If you can't, then I suggest you sit down and have real communication - both mutually realistic and achievable expectation of what both of you seek and look for in the relationship. The worst is when you reckon that 'all is well' when in fact it isn't. I do not believe in escapism because the worst of relationships often have such way of management (Especially Neptune-afflicted relationship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has already been a year - if you see that you are steering towards a potential storm, you have to decide if you want to redirect your course to safer grounds or heed blindly to an unknown squall that could damage your relationship irrevocably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-672375719421621175?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/672375719421621175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-051209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/672375719421621175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/672375719421621175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-agony-051209.html' title='Aunt Agony 051209'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3433921803367565624</id><published>2009-11-29T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:43:17.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 291109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by Coffeelindy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love someone, would you accept anything about his or her past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant, does it mean you dont love him enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got together with my bf, he told me everything about his past. i thought i could bear with it, but as time goes by, i start to mind alot of the things he did.&lt;br /&gt;he had one night stand with a stranger. it may be common for people nowadays, but being a conservative person, i find it intolerable. needless to say, i am very affected by this unchangable fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained to me he did it out of pure curiosity. It was his first time doing it and the last. he claimed he did not enjoy it at all even though his 'erhem' felt good. i cannot believe. After seeing a woman naked, fondling her breasts, doing 'it' with her, and later chat with her on the bed with her being naked and also at the same time squeezing her breasts...and later still went to have supper together and back to the hotel and stayed until morning. So much time together and having such intimate actions...is it really possible not to be attracted to her at all? even not to her body alone? i really dont believe.... and i have been bothered by this constantly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can suggest how can i overcome this? i really need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing disequilibrium in managing your beliefs against this new input forced into your thoughts. Your difficulty stem from having to reconcile these two different set of values into a harmonious equation. Unless there is a shift of perception (or adoption of some newly constructed ones) - you will behave/react/feel in a way as if your boyfriend has cheated on you, which is of course detrimental to the growth of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not think it's wise to share events that occurred in the past, ESPECIALLY if it doesn't value add the relationship. Some people think that they are being 100% open about themselves, but that's terrible one-sided because no matter what we think we have communicated, we are never 100% open. (Some people intentionally communicate such information, but that is another topic altogether and I won't touch on that here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin (which is the greater evil) is that there are even more people who can't handle certain 'truth', even if it's in the past. I will explain a little: it's paramount that we maintain an open honest relationship with our current love. However the catch is that this responsibility only covers our current relationship - it doesn't mean that we should regress and extend this coverage into the past - ad infinitum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The goal of love should always be forward looking - in regression, we could only seek to achieve little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer once told me that when he was younger, he smoke pot - once. He doesn't like it and still grows up like any other law-bidding citizen in the country. Having to experiment it once doesn't make him a drug addict. You see, many people get into fights, steal or do stupid things when they are younger, but that doesn't necessary mean that they are potential violent murderers/robbers/thief (of course, unless the behaviour is reinforced in regular negative pattern and conditioned by their environment) because if so, most of us are in fact criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to consider the component of a person's ability to evolve themselves, especially if it's just a one time off. Of course, this principle is less reliable if your boyfriend has history of engaging in ONS as compared to a one time off situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely entitled to your own beliefs and feelings. Just that, with all that focus onto his past, you could have spend that same deal of energy into making this relationship meaningful for the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a deontology belief, imho, does not relate to every case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3433921803367565624?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3433921803367565624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-291109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3433921803367565624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3433921803367565624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-291109.html' title='Aunt Agony 291109'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1504261806483042363</id><published>2009-11-26T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:34:38.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 261109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Originally posted by Downs:&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, this is my first ever post. Hope i won't get flamed or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really believe in true love. Is there even such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to offend anyone, but our parents may be together because of reliance. Reliance on one another over the years. And with a son and daughter they just got to carry it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it. You can google it. Love does really fade over time, i read about blablabla chemicals that are produced when you "love" someone but it will get lost over time. If you get too involve with your "lover" but already lost your love for her, for example you have children, you wouldnt want to tear the family up. Thus you shut up, you carry on, try to be mr nice guy and try to love her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please educate me what true love really is? a lifetime care for your partner with an unending desire for her? or is it just reliance over time and attempts to keep the peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is 'true'? And if there is true love - does it means there are 'false love' too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that people are largely deluded by what they see on screen and apply them wholesale, momentarily blurring the lines between scripted drama and reality. What made it worst is that the notion of 'true love' is often a facade used by many love afflicted (development) individual to disguise some undeserving relationships or to perpetuate certain negative behaviors like abuse or possessiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By words alone, it may seem a little illogical to believe in that notion, but in reality, people are actually accepting such diabolical belief in full scale. And this is rather a wide-spread phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wide spread not just because people are unenlightened, but more importantly, they perceived karmic relationship as 'beneficial relationship' insidiously wrapped over by the pretty packaging of 'true love' sold to the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People some times asked me 'Yunhaier, help me see if he/she is the one' (astrological perspective).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask them "so what if I say no? What would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? No ah? Like that lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, it's obvious that my comments wouldn't have matter at all, therefore interestingly, why even bother asking? Rational sense would have stepped in if I said something negative to dismiss all that statements as unfounded, while blind faith will be reinforced upon something positively said by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the truth: people decide how 'true' their love is by basing on their own construction of judgement. It is like the postmodernist perspective of reality (that we construct our own reality) - there is no univocal love that binds the superficial concept of 'true love' we gathered from the media - just much variation of the same concept, in which unfortunately is a belief that is susceptible to exploitation or obsessively held by the blinded soul/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of true love is a classic deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is 'true' by our making; it is not given true as our prerogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1504261806483042363?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1504261806483042363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-261109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1504261806483042363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1504261806483042363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-261109.html' title='Aunt Agony 261109'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5431696473830725686</id><published>2009-11-24T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:15:59.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 241109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Originally posted by God of Spunk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a man of my early twenties and recently decided to further my studies after my national service. i am currently faced by what i consider to be a sticky situation concerning matters of the heart. my loyalty to my first and only gf having dated for a long time is being questioned and my mind is a horrible mess! though i never cheated on her before, i find it difficult overcome my strong desires and feelings for a girl that i met and known at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm obsessed with her but she is indeed beautiful like a rare gem to me. i have noticed her for as long as i studied there. each time she smiles so sweetly it sends crazy sparks of love right into my heart. we are not very close friends but i really feel delighted during the times i am with her. initially i wasn't sure if she had a bf but now that i know for sure, i can't help but feel that she might not even want to be friends with me anymore if she finds out that i'm very much attracted to her. hence i was also holding back a lot when i was speaking to her. to make things even more confusing, i think she's really sweet to me and somehow flirted with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought over this and now i want to end things with my gf because it is not fair for her this way and i don't want be a cheating bf. i mentioned this to her briefly and somehow i have an impression that she thinks it is a joke. i'm not entirely sure if things can work out with my new found love and at the same time, i don't want to be the cause of a breakup especially since they were also a couple for a long time! how should i tell my gf in a gentlest way possible so she won't hate me forever? serious opinions / advice please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what rationale you provide yourself to drop your current relationship - for as long as you already have the thought of a life outside this relationship, the fate of this relationship is pretty much sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger of stagnation presents itself as a risk to every relationship - not just a lengthy one. And a common misconception is that people always believe that a long running relationship WILL definitely fall into the pits of stagnation (although that's not always the case, but it is a different topic for a separate day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first love (relationship) often presents a problem - the problem of comparison. Without comparison, of course, we could just fly auto pilot with our first love indefinitely because it is a 'monopoly scene'. Of course, I don't mean to say that for as long as someone better comes along, everyone would leap ship - that's way too linear and simplistic to view relationship in that manner. However, because we are all subjectively human, all of us have a certain vulnerability in being attracted to certain 'archetype' of partner/s. And if someone in our reality portrays, in effect, a great resemblance to this archetype, there will naturally be a cognitive dissonance in comparing our existing mate with this 'prospect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I won't morally judge anyone on this sort of matter as it just doesn't make sense to me to remain in a relationship that you have already decided out. You see, the problem doesn't lie with the woman you are infatuated with - it simply reveal to me that your relationship is merely waiting for a certain 'x' catalysis to happen before it will perish into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships are like this - they are functioning on the surface, but in reality, people are just waiting for 'something to happen' before they could officially pronounce it dead. The ironic thing is that we only need one reason to end the relationship; we don't even need circumstances. But the thing is that because we are all rational humans - our rationality is based on the need for some sort of 'empirical proof' as it's only 'rational' to construct a decision based on circumstances, which are best things we could offer as reasons for our behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love her anymore, that's should be about it. Everything else is superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You are like constantly peering out of the window and longing to break free - remaining in this relationship is but incarceration. What's the use of retaining yourself when your heart is already no longer with the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5431696473830725686?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5431696473830725686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-241109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5431696473830725686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5431696473830725686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-241109.html' title='Aunt Agony 241109'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-46219888140982049</id><published>2009-11-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:24:46.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 201109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Orginally posted by Pebbly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. I have a problem pls advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently feel like avoiding my boyfriend because its awkward around him nowadays. I'm not being choosy or selfish (im so sorry if i sounds like it) but often i treat him meals and stuff. Isn't it weird? really sorry for being selfish but this is not what i was expecting. When we went to clubbing together with our group of friends, i caught him dance with other girls too but when i dance with some random guys, he scold me. And when the time comes when i finally had it with him, he gave me some stern warning that i will regret it if i broke up with him. I'm really scared. Even my friends asked me to not to do this and to continue on having a relationship with him. They asked me to endure a few months with him till he get bored of me or something but i cant wait that long. pls to the girls, how u break up with such a aggresive guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant take it anymore. pls i really need help i do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the facade of an aggressive man, lies a minaiture guy afraid of being hurt. Albeit he could have mask himself with the scent of aggressiveness that might allow him to score a win in a bar brawl, but he could muster no weapon against the intention of his woman desiring to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of him being unable to keep his woman is almost a bruise to his raw ego - complete helplessness. This is a classic situation faced by many guys - the difference is that different people have different way of coping with it. An animalistic or 'lower level' way of managing it is to resort to the same sort of shield he exude to the world and shaped it as a threat to retain his 'partner'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is emancipation and it cannot be contained by fist or anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more he tries to work his strength, the further Love eludes from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will eventually leave him, so what's the wait for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-46219888140982049?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/46219888140982049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-201109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/46219888140982049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/46219888140982049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunt-agony-201109.html' title='Aunt Agony 201109'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7164794128022506924</id><published>2009-11-17T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:17:07.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>2/3 of the Race is finished</title><content type='html'>I have finished 2/3 of my academic race and thankfully, a break until end Jan next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff to do, especially reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to go through the writings of Nichiren Daishonin during this term break. If I can go through at least 40 letters (which is a fifth of his entire writing) - that would fulfil my religious objective for this term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I need to catch up on my philosophical pursuit and to work on CloUdiSm. The crazy thing is that the more things I learn, the more dumbass I feel. This has become an addiction: I have this insatiable hunger for knowledge - the more I gorge myself with it, the less satisfied I feel. The less satisfied I feel, the more I will gorge myself. (Freaking SM). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also promise myself to learn about value investing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dance - self work on techniques and if got time, I wanna go class! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And it's time to initiate my search for a more-related job. Must constantly remind myself that I cannot stay in SH all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7164794128022506924?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7164794128022506924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/23-of-race-is-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7164794128022506924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7164794128022506924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/23-of-race-is-finished.html' title='2/3 of the Race is finished'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2214165073371727296</id><published>2009-11-15T12:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:53:10.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Irony of Communication and The One</title><content type='html'>People tend to take things a lot harder as they grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to realize that people around me are showing signs of acute (I certainly hope it isn't chronic) clinical depression. Where are the days where emo days are gone after a couple of meaningful dialogues and chilling out - even when we were once poor students with little luxury of life and have to resort to old school style communication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the present world we lived in: we have total mobility in communication - MSN, Facebook, mobile, HSPA+ etc. Previously, I only had a freaking pager that could only allow me 1 minute to alpha numeric on public phones before it cuts me off entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, although we are more interconnected now, but strangely, the quality of our communication deteriorates. The prospect of this interconnectivity actually makes us less 'connected' with one another on a grander scale and it's just so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people are depressed not because they are not connected with one another - but because the quality of our support is weakening. Psychologically, somehow, we are much weaker than when we first begin, even though the rest of our body matured into full-blown adults. We came into society with hopes and dreams of our own bright future, only to be dulled by the soot of our drudgery circumstances, which are evidences of our poor grasping and learning in our own personal life developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, our primary perceived support are also gelded by the 'busy' reality of life. We realized we have less time for one another. And unfortunately, it's not because we are so caught up with our own problems, but because we are now intensively focus on gaining material wealth and accumulating surplus, at the expense of our own emotional, mental and spiritual wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more, but we are not as happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, we used to date people just for the fun of it because we are able to let go things better. As we grow older, we begin to insist that love must run the way we want it to be and if it doesn't, we learn to cling onto love that mask itself as karmic relationship, thinking that he/she must be 'the one'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always asked me &lt;em&gt;'Yun, help to see if he/she is the one?'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is 'The One?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 'The One?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One can eat or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one I know is Jet Li and therefore nobody else is The One other than him. Bona Fide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sv-gL8HSGuI/AAAAAAAACTY/MXb2DPZ5_rY/s1600-h/Theoneposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404214204843563746" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sv-gL8HSGuI/AAAAAAAACTY/MXb2DPZ5_rY/s320/Theoneposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, even I, can tell you who 'The One' is - but certainly you and me can tell who is definitely NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem in the latter is convincing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“One doesn’t discover new lands without losing sight of the shore.”&lt;br /&gt;- Andre Gide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2214165073371727296?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2214165073371727296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony-of-communication-and-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2214165073371727296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2214165073371727296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony-of-communication-and-one.html' title='Irony of Communication and The One'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sv-gL8HSGuI/AAAAAAAACTY/MXb2DPZ5_rY/s72-c/Theoneposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-5002198621395045334</id><published>2009-11-11T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:41:57.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf'/><title type='text'>I will gorge books until I start spitting letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SvmkNOPenjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lquC0j3gvLw/s1600-h/Gorge+Books+Pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SvmkNOPenjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lquC0j3gvLw/s320/Gorge+Books+Pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402529775075892786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance when Karen posted to me, I thought she was trying to tell me that she was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized it was a little too far fetched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After proper analysis, I finally understood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"AH Karen, next time when you buy Macdonald and is still hungry, please don't eat the brown paper bag that comes with it. It is meant to be a carrier, NOT a supplementary diet for your extra value meal. See la, eat liao puke all the shit." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Actually she is talking about my title. For her effort in drawing, I must blog it. ROFLMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-5002198621395045334?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/5002198621395045334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-gorge-books-until-i-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5002198621395045334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/5002198621395045334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-gorge-books-until-i-start.html' title='I will gorge books until I start spitting letters'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/SvmkNOPenjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lquC0j3gvLw/s72-c/Gorge+Books+Pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-7937260109677900410</id><published>2009-11-03T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:47:06.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Between Compassion and Production</title><content type='html'>Had never battled so many instances of flashfloods gushing out from the eyes of others. So many things just happened. Totally deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was glad that I made certain choices in life. You know... like placed on a spiritual test to choose between compassion and production... between good friend and work. Gawd, it was kinda difficult because I had just finished a massive event and there are much backlog waiting for me to clear (on top of all the urgent stuff). And the thing is that my sort of shit is the kind of shit that if I don't clear them regularly, it just piles up - nobody could help me to clear them anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the emergency button, I just paused for a moment. Yes I actually paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started reasoning with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FUCK! Not like SH is paying you millions of dollars! Not like that additional 5 hours of work will rake in million of lines for the company. That 5 hours probably won't even stir a shit... but it will make tremedous difference to someone else." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice becomes apparent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-7937260109677900410?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/7937260109677900410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/between-compassion-and-production.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7937260109677900410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/7937260109677900410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/11/between-compassion-and-production.html' title='Between Compassion and Production'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-8340098016949408504</id><published>2009-10-25T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:02:21.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>Interesting to see how Progressed Sun triggers the entire T-square, involving 4th, 11th and 7th house (with Venus, Moon and Uranus). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago when progressed Moon triggered the exact T-square, by conjunction of progressed Moon with Uranus at hard aspect - it wasn't easy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a realization!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-8340098016949408504?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/8340098016949408504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/10/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8340098016949408504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/8340098016949408504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/10/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2689653317159638614</id><published>2009-10-17T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:49:06.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>东山再起</title><content type='html'>人一定会东山再起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Business as usual from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sti_5srIvSI/AAAAAAAACSw/PzEC26qUFX8/s1600-h/business-as-usual-interview-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393271551741705506" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sti_5srIvSI/AAAAAAAACSw/PzEC26qUFX8/s320/business-as-usual-interview-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2689653317159638614?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2689653317159638614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2689653317159638614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2689653317159638614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='东山再起'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sti_5srIvSI/AAAAAAAACSw/PzEC26qUFX8/s72-c/business-as-usual-interview-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2536852274215826333</id><published>2009-09-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:30:35.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 260909</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Originally posted by kristovorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that there no absolute in such matters.. but i would like to hear from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say theres A , B and C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loves you alot, but you dont really love A that much; more of a platonic love&lt;br /&gt;You love B alot, but B doesnt really love you. but is still willing to accept you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then theres C, which is an unknown but stands a small but significant chance of being the true soulmate you've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is.. which is better? To spend you life with someone who loves you , or with someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Or to take a bold step into the unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another related but distinct issue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have lived for long, but I'm already quite dis-illusioned by the concept of love. Quite frequently i've been hearing of marriage problems and stuff. It seems like " i love you " now has an expiry date attached to it. Recently my father got a mistress, and it seems like my parents are divorcing. Now i'm quite worried about myself because the guys in my family seems to have a propensity to being fickle ( my grandfather's another one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admittedly quite fickle-minded, which is something i want to change. Its like.. i like a girl.. then i chase her. But somewhere just before she falls for me, i have a change of heart due to perhaps perceived flaws or circumstances. Then i'm stuck with a girl who likes me but i do not anymore. I feel like a bastard and nowofdays i dont bother to act on my feelings anymore, just bury them deep and wait for the likings/crushes to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point to you the discrepancy in your thoughts -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claimed that your grandfather is promiscuous. Then you discovered that your dad is like that too. And now, you begin to believe that you are showing signs of it, in which you concluded that you are also fickle-minded and could potentially be a promiscuous person, just like your dad and grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you are suggesting is that being promiscuous is hereditary or there is probably some kind of 'promiscuous' genes in your family. This is totally spurious and irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the propensity of being fickle, but the insecurity that manifest and disguise itself behind the reason of fickle-mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your behaviour is not uncommon - it is a defensive mechanism provided by your emotions to reduce your immediate risk by having to cut the amount of emotional investment you will actively seek to invest in somebody once you have unconsciously decided that you have done enough to secure her affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change of heart is a methodology to protect yourself, caused by the subconscious insecurity that is insidiously present in your life. Witnessing failing relationship around you reinforced this insecurity - the more your reality corroborate with the findings you have inevitable concluded, the worst this insecurity will eat into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will manifest into a real issue in the future, if you do not have the self awareness to perceive and effectively address this rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having witnessed failing marriage, even between your parents, does not mean that yours is going to end up like that. This self fulfilling prophesy driven by fear and paranoia will eventually become your failure in relationship. It has nothing to do with the frailty nature of relationship, but rather, the biased conceptualization which you have inevitably cramp yourself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you can always try to escape before you can settle yourself and commit to a particular person, but you will never be able to grasp the lesson of commitment until you have manage your insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn about love, be prepared to take some risk in getting hurt and shed some tears - it's part of the growing up process in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2536852274215826333?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2536852274215826333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/aunt-agony-260909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2536852274215826333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2536852274215826333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/aunt-agony-260909.html' title='Aunt Agony 260909'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-325218840639374822</id><published>2009-09-10T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:04:40.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><title type='text'>Flashbacks</title><content type='html'>Getting the flashbacks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized such phenomenon is the result of my thoughts having to exercise its freedom to break free from incarceration, which I have banish them all into my unconsciousness for eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call them emotional resistance - but the plea of these futile human emotions is totally wipeout by the onslaught of my growing vampiric nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start suffering from periodic, selective amnesia. I start having this inability to recall certain things, especially those belonging to a certain past. I kinda discovered this it by chance - some things used to have great symbolic representation to me are now objects that is define namely by its function. When I tried to reposition myself in the perspective of what I used to live by, my mind, in fact, deny the attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no recollection. Nothing whatsoever. And it's not just blog words - it's happening in my reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually took me some time to figure out that the emotional link is actually missing. Just some shade of blackness that construct little meaning.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud would term it as defensive mechanism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this recovery? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember viewing a plateau of magnificent blooming flowers, of cyan, indigo and violent, cast over a stretch of land where love used to flourish. As far as my sight could carry itself across the horizon, this is where I knew as Love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the gentle rain that nourished the fields of flowers, as it caressed my skin when the heavenly drops softly brushed past my hands; I tried to contain them among my lithe fingers as they fell upon Gaea's plain. It was playfully ecstatic as I shaped those magical moments with my awkward hands to fiddle with different texture of the tiny droplets.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and felt beads of water drummed against my body, like hundreds of Pixes swarming around me. The coaxing rush of the pouring, ironically kept noise of the world away from the quiet heart of passion. As I gaze towards the ridge of mountains, I could see shimmering reflection of light emanated from its glacier-covered top, brillantly sending fascinating beam of dancing light back to where I stood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I behold the beautiful scenary and was spellbound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhaier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sqkix2ozKqI/AAAAAAAACSY/RCQcZZ-XsT4/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sqkix2ozKqI/AAAAAAAACSY/RCQcZZ-XsT4/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869469746342562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好花不常开，好景不常在&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-325218840639374822?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/325218840639374822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/325218840639374822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/325218840639374822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html' title='Flashbacks'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/Sqkix2ozKqI/AAAAAAAACSY/RCQcZZ-XsT4/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2534095622831555984</id><published>2009-09-09T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:01:32.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Kalama Sutta</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite quote coming from Kalama Sutra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If concept cannot be tested, then perhaps it's merely a concept that can be dismissed readily. After all, how can I prove to you something that I cannot prove it to you? - Yet this logic bounded many people unconsciously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is the best arena to put concepts into test - surely life is not eternal, but even such short time frame is sufficient to validate certain understanding and the never-ending pursue of truth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rely not on the teacher/person, but on the teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rely not on theory, but on experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumored by many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the Buddha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2534095622831555984?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2534095622831555984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/kalama-sutta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2534095622831555984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2534095622831555984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/kalama-sutta.html' title='Kalama Sutta'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-2493066164907853971</id><published>2009-09-07T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:19:16.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 070909</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Originally posted by troubled,:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually quite troubled over this relationship &amp; wanna get some response from more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been with this guy since last year april on my bday. we started off underground till a period of time whereby a guy keep chasing after me &amp; i gt abit irritated, we decide to let our relationship be known. as time goes by, he treats me better and better. we stayed tgt for a period of time when i leave my hse for some personal reasons. our r/s is kinda strong thru all thick &amp; thin, but im more emotional at that point of time as im still quite insecured &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he got into NS, he somehow changed due to the environment he is in, and he wanted more freedom &amp; time with his NS friends. there was a conversation we were in and im kinda upset cos i tot he always understand how i felt (&amp; he really understands me v well, everytime.) im super hurt &amp; starts to drift away, &amp; moved to another friend's hse. den we ended up like silent break(ard nov last yr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr around feb we got back in contact, ive grown to be more matured &amp; after so long, i realised tt i still loves him deeply, so i tried to salvage the r/s back. but he gone thru hurt tt time &amp; he also think thru alot, knowing what he wants more is freedom and everything else has more priority to r/s now. so no matter what i do, how i can touched him till he cries, also he refuses to patch.(however while he refuses to patch, when we are alone, he still hugs me, kiss me, and sometimes even like sex. he still treats me nicely, trying to be there when i need him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once a third party is around, he will fall back to like a normal friend, i feel super depressed after everytime we met due to this. and its like hot &amp; cold,&lt;br /&gt;until one day (after we didnt meet for 3wks due to his NS), when he has been consistently nice to me for th whole wkend, i cried again, cos i dunoe when this will end and all. i told him all these and said i dunoe how to response to ppl when they asked abt our r/s(cos 1 fren actually saw him hug me,den i impossible say frens only rite). he somehow like ask me to be with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe that being together again this time wun be totally the same already cos of his shift in priorties and all. but i dunoe whether he still loves me. cos like other den his family, nobody else really noes, and he didnt really treat me like before, i felt like he didnt cared about me sometimes like the period of time whereby we arent considered so called BGF. im sad, but i dun dare to bring across again, cos i believe that will further stress him or might make him regret. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do? or how can i make him treats me like before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; any idea what can we do if a guy has alot more priorities &amp; you are at the bottom of the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition of how this relationship began wasn't exactly beneficial to its long term growth. Even if you did not explicitly state why this burgeoning relationship had to first exist in an 'underground' state - it subtly reveals a sort of love difficulty, smelling like what I would call a 'Neptune-affliction'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transitory cohabitation you had with him had a parallel reality; I will explain a little and then you might gradually form a logical portrait of your own circumstances beyond your current POV.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave/run away from their home for all sorts of reasons. The problem in leaving their household is not about leaving their parents per se - it's the instability that the situation carries with the person that makes him/her vulnerable. Hence naturally at first sign of trouble, you would seek shelter from your ex-boyfriend, because he is probably your next safe haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is probably unanticipated is that you would subconsciously be coerced to appease whatever situation or state your relationship is at, simply because you needed a place to stay. Although sex is almost assured on the bargaining plate, but seriously, it is more than just being physical. You are now stuck with a greater quagmire - the prospect of losing your relationship and finding another place to stay, if he should dump you for whatever reasons.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claimed that you were perpetually insecure. So what would you do to manage this? Of course it would be you suppressing your conflicts and giving in into his requests - sexual or not. I do not deny that woman do have her own sexual needs and it would be unfair to say that only the man wants it. But should the notion of sex be more prominent in your situation, this is subconsciously one methodology that your unstable emotion employed itself to 'stabilise' your insecurity through the physical exchange, in hoping that he will stay true, while you still enjoy roof security over your head.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple, you have little mobility in your choice of actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'freedom' excuse he had conveniently cited is almost like saying 'I had enough of sex-at-home routine - I need life outside you for a change'. Now that change has happened, obviously he do missed the sex-at-home routine. The 'checking-back-on-you' strategy is just a facade for another possible occasion for sex, should it arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you would like to think that you been through a lot of emotional times with him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's more of how much you needed him than he needed you in reality.&lt;/span&gt; You see, he could effectively survive through his love life rather uneventfully, even without your presence. If there are drastic difference between his attitude towards you in private and in presence of a third party, I will explain this discrepancy in a brutally honest manner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) He needs the title of being 'single', so as to be 'socially eligible' in our society that values monogamy, to date other girls without being branded as a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II) He is exceptional nice to you in private because he has a hidden agenda and he doesn't want to reveal to anybody, in any ways. Basically he wants to avoid putting himself in situation where he would be 'questioned' by another person. No question hence no answers needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reason for his refusal to patch back is simple. I will be equally brutal here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do I need to get back with her and shoulder the responsibility of a boyfriend when I can still get intimacy WITHOUT having to shoulder this responsibility? Surely, there are less sex, but there is STILL sex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what's his way of keeping you? Yes! It is the hot-cold treatment! Being ambiguous is the key to prevent you from walking away completely, yet distant enough to deter you from coming too near. You are trapped in this cloud of confusion, so dense that you couldn't even maneuver. Hence remaining stationary is the perfect position for milking and emotional exploitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Your man seemed to display a tendency of being involved in a sub-rosa relationship. Somehow, he seemed to prefer a double life in aspect of his love relationship and is probably karmically linked to a Neptune affliction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to get hold of your life in general and not seek for this anchor in your past relationship; you will find none in this illusion of grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-2493066164907853971?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/2493066164907853971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/originally-posted-by-troubled-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2493066164907853971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/2493066164907853971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/09/originally-posted-by-troubled-im.html' title='Aunt Agony 070909'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-3048053227793937026</id><published>2009-08-22T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:12:00.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Agony'/><title type='text'>Aunt Agony 220809</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Originally posted by Save*&gt;*ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i just broke up . And i was wondering how do some people actually be friends with their ex ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn`t it difficult being friends with ur ex when you see him or her and think then of the times you guys spent together ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i not being to open about this ? But i really cant be friends with any of my ex. It`s hard after all that`s been said and done then in the end just ended up being friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wise people out there pls tell me if there`s anyway i could change this thinking of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on your personal belief on how you define 'friendship' and a 'relationship'. Of course, to most effective way to get along with life is to sever all means of contacts with the person. But the catch is that ultimately, such physical measures must be reinforced with other initiatives taken (reorganizing focus in life, getting to know new people, engage in new hobbies, etc), as well as a change in perspective - or it will result in sheer pointlessness akin to a breeze walk in a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very important concept is to be constantly 'aware' of your thoughts and emotions, instead of relying on your subconscious to provide grounds for your feelings. The problem with most people is that they often decide that 'we will still remain as friends' but they would unconsciously behave and think that their position are worth than just that of a friend. The discrepancy in reality will force you to become miserable, almost like me dangling a cheese burger in front of your eyes, while you being consumed by an innate hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your circumstances creates an inability for you to grab that wonderful burger and gorge it, without being subjected to some form of love transgression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creates immerse emotional frustration and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible for a downgrade to occur (from a relationship to a friendship), with all other factors remaining the same. Even the most amicable breakup will probably experience some sort of subtle shift in adjustment, as well as perceived rights and position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that not everyone is capable of being able to remain friends with their ex-lovers - you see, some people just can't do that and I just want to tell you that it's normal/natural because people are developed differently in love (Without natal chart analysis, it's usually more problematic for Taurus, Leo, Aquarius &amp;amp; Scorpio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice of action must be in sync with the understanding of yourself - if you know that you belong to the category of people that just cannot remain as friends, then constantly putting yourself in situation, in which you KNOW you can't handle will only result in greater paroxysm of pain. Seriously, it's more than just a change in thinking - it actually involves your own personal values and beliefs, which is something that might not be as readily subjected to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: We learn more about ourselves through both the birth and death of our relationship. It acts as a mirror that reflects the state of condition about ourselves - the blind spots that we are unaware of. As we engage in introspection, we will begin to realize that we learn more about ourselves, than that of our partner/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-3048053227793937026?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/3048053227793937026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/08/aunt-agony-220809.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3048053227793937026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/3048053227793937026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/08/aunt-agony-220809.html' title='Aunt Agony 220809'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175904.post-1511997345226042044</id><published>2009-08-22T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:03:28.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Greetings from Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/So9RhAwujCI/AAAAAAAACSI/zqS72I8Inxk/s1600-h/Love+Mum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/So9RhAwujCI/AAAAAAAACSI/zqS72I8Inxk/s320/Love+Mum.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372602508058201122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175904-1511997345226042044?l=yunhaier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/feeds/1511997345226042044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/08/greetings-from-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1511997345226042044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175904/posts/default/1511997345226042044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunhaier.blogspot.com/2009/08/greetings-from-mum.html' title='Greetings from Mum'/><author><name>CloUdiSm (Unorthodox)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00497596105493476834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsTqn3MOg8U/So9RhAwujCI/AAAAAAAACSI/zqS72I8Inxk/s72-c/Love+Mum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
