:: Tears of the Moon ::

:: Monday, November 08, 2004 ::

Paradoxical, part deux
In the shower yesterday, I had a revelation: all these Idiot Boys go for Bitch Girls.. the next generation will be mothered by petty, small-minded women! Gak! Most of the worthwhile girls I know are single, and wondering the same thing I am: what's up?

There are people who are in nice, steady relationships. That's great. That's incredible. Keep up the good work. And, being nice guys and girls, we single people look to them and sigh, good for them. And sometimes even have crushes on those people (argh. Already taken!)

But, back to the revelation. I was busy shampooing my hair, having gone to early mass on Sunday (post-shift). And I asked myself: if these guys keep on going after Idiot Girls, where are the ones worth spending time with?

Think about it: what kind of specie would appreciate you for what you are, and know what works with women? Certainly not Neanderthal cavemen. What kind of person would not need to work through the murky morass that is Venus and Mars? Because the game one usually plays doesn't necessarily work with every person. Case in point: try a lewd come on on me, and you'll see the business end of my knuckles. Some girls respond, and that kind of come on works for them, but not my kind, you know? So, what happened to all those women that could be models for independence, initiative, leadership, professionalism and charisma? Why aren't guys looking for these kinds of women?

And then I got it:

They're lesbians.

They got tired of waiting for the Neanderthals to stop playing with the cave bonfire and start paying attention to them. Women appreciating female strength, endurance, skill and intelligence.
I was giggling hysterically in the shower (in part also because I've already been up fifteen hours and I almost fell flat in my face twice at mass that morning because I was so sleepy). No offense to lesbians, but really: men are idiots. Sometimes it's better to be looking for girlfriends than boyfriends. For all the reasons stated above. *rolleyes*

Tracing
I got to hear Tracing by John Mayer on JAM 88.3 again. And this time, it's an acoustic version. WHY doesn't he have a copy out on the stores?!? And why is it only that we just have one radio station playing it? It's a beautiful, sad song . I wish I could download it. Dammit.

Fellow Booklovers
Found out one of the agents at work was also fond of modern children's books like I am. Got to talk about Tamora Pierce (I only just started with her new book, Trickster's Choice - more on that later), and that after Pierce, my next project would be Ursula LeGuin. I've been looking for a copy of her books for the longest time. Thank goodness copies started showing up in the local bookstores a few months ago. New stuff to hoard. ;) And better yet, Girl Power books that I can lend to Andy and Tina (and by extension, her sisters) when I go to mass (I wonder if they're beginning to suspect I'm lending them girl power books-? Lol)
Another bookworm's one of the guys at the office. Interested in occult stuff, was intrigued by the DaVinci Code (gag). I lent him Books of Magic by Neil Gaiman. He said it rocked, and wanted to borrow the next book in the series. I told him, wait till you read Sandman. Speaking of which, I will start to collect Sandman for Bryan's sake.

It's nice to have common interests at work. Sometimes I feel like I can't relate - my fellow sups think I read so much, and the stuff I read, they don't know about. The stuff I like, they don't know about either (ie stargazing, movies, global and local politics). Sometimes I feel like the local uber freak. I'm normal. Just that, I don't have anyone else around me who shares the same interests.

Don't date at work
Not really a hard and fast rule, just that, well, given the current state of things, I won't want to date anyone at work simply because they're all so uninteresting. I mean, if there were anyone in here worth knowing more about, I don't know them. The ones I was sort-of interested in, I realized were idiots and I'm better off just trying to be friends with. They're all sort of-- blah. Very bland and turn-offish when it comes to what I expect from guys (again, maybe I'm too idealistic?). The smart ones aren't here, is what I'm trying to say. Because if they were, I've already been friends with them a long time ago (or maybe I come on too strong?)

Disdainful. Aka Smartass Kitt returns - sporadically.
Something I'd like to tell Idiot Boy: You'll dazzle nineteen year-olds, but not me. Turns out that he isn't just disappointing on one aspect (that I find critical), he's also a disappointment in the maturity department. He's as high maintenance as the girls he likes. How will he nurture a relationship with a selfish bitch when he's needy himself? No wonder he shies away from independent 'strong' women: he'll get a whack in the head the moment he becomes whiny. Hm. Disappointing.

I read somewhere that guys' maturity is 5 years less than his actual age. Say, he's supposed to be twenty, but his maturity level is that of a fifteen year old. Given the state of things, I'm inclined to believe it. Meaning, Idiot Boy should be thinking like an eighteen year old right now. ;)

:: D said @ 2:00 PM [+] ::
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Paradoxical

I have a theory that Filipino males are submissive by nature. Submissive, but then they want to 'lead' the relationship. Or want to have the illusion that they do. Why do I say that? Case in point: Idiot Boy.

IB goes for 'pretty' girls. And by 'pretty', they fall under the category of whoa, hot chick coming through but they're actual bitches when it comes to personality: they're used to going shopping at the guy's expense, being driven to places, humiliating the guy when they have a tiff (screaming, leaving him standing in a crowded place, walking out, etc etc), just basically being a huffy little spoiled brat in a relationship.

What bugs me is that they go for it. Really.

What bugs me more is that those kinds of girls? They get all the guys. *rolleyes*
And, they get scared of me, the outspoken, easier-to-approach-in-comparison girl. They're intimidated because I'm candid at the get-go. I don't pretend to be what I'm not (ie pretending to be a quiet, shy type of person).

I have a bad feeling that in a relationship like the one I talked about, the guy isn't in control: the girl is. What with all the screaming, the slave-driving and the brattiness, the guy simply isn't the one wearing the pants in that relationship. But they have the illusion of holding the reins. Why? Because the girl is a self-confessed Total Girl: can't go places without being driven about, shopping like there's no credit limit, skirt-wearer (nothing wrong with skirts, just that, these girls look like their wardrobe consists of the stuff being shown in Cosmo), straight, rebonded-hair girly girl.

We've advanced by leaps and bounds in what women can do in the past century and still, it goes down to the Neanderthal choosing the meek looking female to dominate when it comes to relationships. Looking like is the operative term.

Maybe because we have a society that still feels like the Dark Ages when it comes to the feminist movement: men want to be leaders in everything, they feel threatened by females in a decision-making position, and yet they're Mama's Boys. Ick.

Maybe that's it: they subconsciously look for women who're like their Mommies. And, being mommies, Filipino women pamper and baby their boys while keeping them on a short leash. They're used to cariño brutal, or the tough love treatment. I hope my brother doesn't turn out that way. I mean, he grew up with three women (me included) who are very like me when it comes to stuff. My brother's used to speaking up and voicing out. And my dad's the kind of guy who knows when he's being dicked around.

Problem is, with the guys I've encountered outside college are like that. Makes me wonder if college was a utopian environment (I'm sure it's not, but it's a helluva better situation that meeting these Idiot-Boy-types at work or wherever. Basta wala sa school.), and that in the Real World, men are just plain dicks.

It's the sex, is what it is. They're visual creatures, so they want a trophy. They don't require the girl to talk. Ask them what they like in a girl, they say 'personality', 'sense of humor', 'sense of adventure', 'religious'.

Bullshit.

What they do mean is this: "36-24-36, and looks like she'd be good in bed. She should just look good, period." She should just fucking look good. Personality? The hell with that. Brains? Who needs brainpower when all that's required is that she looks good in your souped-up car, so that you'd have someone to show off when you meet your other Idiot friends? So, what does it matter if she treats you like shit and you're not really sure about your feelings being reciprocated, as long as you have a Barbie-looking girl with you when you want to show off? I've seen it: guys with girls like that actually preen while walking around wherever ("look at how hot this chick is. Aren't I great? I'm the MAN!").

I'm feeling pretty anti-boy right now, really. Must go buy me a new copy of Jagged Little Pill. I overplayed my tape when I was in high school (yes, younguns, I had a collection of cassette tapes), and I miss hearing Angry Girl Music. I feel so justified. ;)

:: D said @ 5:14 PM [+] ::
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Got out of the house early, to get to work. Giving myself some lead time, as I fully expect to not have a ride to get there, what with the holiday.

What's nice about the November 1 holiday is seeing people put out candles outside their houses, to remember the dead. The past few years we haven't been able to go to the cemetery to do that: I make do with putting candles outside the house. Dad commented on that as he was walking me out to the gate that I've always done that every year. I suppose I do.
But, back to the travelling to work: I saw lots of houses with candles outside their doorstep. It was a nice feeling, realizing people still stop and participate in old traditions. It makes me feel closer to Christmas. People stopped for a moment to take time to remember those who've gone ahead.

God Put A Smile on Your Face
Listening to Coldplay right now. Don't know what it is with their songs, but they just really put me in the mood, you know? That, and this particular song was used in Alias for the Spy!Sex (drool).

Switching to DST
Since we switched, work will be one hour late-r than usual. Meaning, instead of the 8pm shift, our earliest now is the 9pm shift. It's going to be a nightmare to watch over the last shift, which was once 1am-10am, and is now 2am to eleven. Shit.

The Bush-Kerry Election
Fearless prediction: Bush will win. He'll win on one of two scenarios. First: a landslide. A landslide, or a few digits over 50%. Because no matter how bad the PR has been, Americans would just rather play safe and not switch horses in the middle of the game. Having a new president now (and so diametrically opposite Bush) would mean new policies, new rules, a new set of people and government. Would they risk that, knowing that they're already a few years into the 'War On Terrorism'? Would Kerry really want to jump into that quagmire? Would Americans really want to risk having someone new to run their country?

Second scenario: a hairsbreadth win, reminiscent of the Bush-Gore elections four years ago. Bush will win the electoral college, and Kerry will win the actual vote-count. Since the American electoral system agrees with whatever the electoral college decides, then it's still going to be Bush. In this scenario, the Dems will again taste the bitter pill of defeat: coming so close yet being so far.

Bought Books!
Got two books from National Sunday afternoon. One is entitled Shadowmancer and the other's Arthur: The Seeing Stone. Two children's/young adult books. I've recently been acquiring young adult books; they're more real to me in the sense that the emotions and story is much more grounded on the basic things in life: friendship, loss, mystery, a sense of the fantastic, adventure. Was somewhat disappointed with Shadowmancer. It was hyped up like Potter-lite, but the writing's a bit awkward. The writer jumps too quickly into the story without having the appropriate intro's. He tried to make it read like Huckleberry Finn/Tom Sawyer with a dollop of black magic, etc etc. I have no problems with the esoteric, but his writing style's just too awkward and too dark for my taste. And he lacks description.

Arthur: The Seeing Stone was better. In any case, it won two children's book awards: it must be good. Or at least somewhat readable. It was about this young boy, Arthur, who receives a seeing-stone that allowed him to view his namesake; Arthur of Camelot, growing up. It's a trilogy, so I'm waiting to buy the second book as soon as I can.

:: D said @ 4:31 AM [+] ::
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