An Inkling of Thinking

     Think. Why are we given the ability to think? Why do we need to think? What made us think? Which of us often think? Who do we think of? How do we think? Okay. That was not necessary. But seriously, why do we need to think?

     Everyone hates insensitive b*atch, doesn't everyone? Pardon me if you love imperceptive people, I don't speak for everyone after all. But back to my point, insensitive people usually don't think much, hence the "obliviousness". Maybe there are people who are naturally dumb (forgive me if that sounded harsh), but there are people who are just too ignorant for their own good. Come on! Think before you comment on anything, before you do something. You wouldn't know how much your certain act could affect someone. 

E.g:   My cat was watching a special episode of Power Puff Girls then I came in and change the channel to Tom&Jerry. 

See?That's insensitive. Poor kitty. But it's MY TV. So the point is moot. Think.

     Can you stand people with no class? Personally, I don't. Not that I run around telling people they have no class. No, that's insensitive. I do think, sometimes. *cough cough* I don't mind people go crazy, doing crazy things, jumping around in the crowd, yelling at cute guys, I REALLY don't mind. But please, don't overdo. Trust me, overdid something, you'll look like someone retarded and retards are not funny. At all. People who think retards are funny need medicine. Think, consider how many jumps is acceptable, if jumping among the crowd is gravely needed. Think, how many times should you yell before you are annoying. Think. (And no, I didn't ask you to change who you are, merely asking you to think more.)

     Now, I didn't say that I did everything right, that I think thoroughly before acting all the time. I, too, did things without thinking on how they would affect me, and people around me at that. This rant, (yes, I admit I'm ranting here.) is mainly here to remind everyone, and that DOES include me, to think before we act. There are just too many negative effects of not-thinking-before-doing (talking about them will make my entry endless). And at the end of it all, all that's left will be regret. Would I want to live in regret?  Would YOU want live in regret? No, (with a capital N!) would be my guess. Think. 

     

p/s* Wrong moves are experience after all. And you know what they said about experience. What? Search for yourselves! It's experience.

My Version of a Perfect Life

     Actually, let's rephrase. My VersionS of Perfect LiVES. See the differences there? I bet you do. What triggered me about these perfect lives was when I was rolling on my bed reading a romantic novel and wishing that I was actually the heroine of the tale. *sigh* 

     No, being a heroine of a novel is NOT my version of a perfect life. But rolling on my bed, reading those books from dawn till dawn is. Bound me to those delicious Regency gentlemen and I would gladly stay in my bed one whole day.  Provide me those brooding Highlanders and I would comply to behave myself (And so on; demons, vampires, viking, etc. I just lost the appropriate words to use lest it becomes redundant). Why? Because it's every woman's dream to be cherished and these hunks, they do cherish their woman. What's better than to dream?  To heave a lusty sigh, and keep on dreaming. A perfect life.

     Then after a while, I was like, I can't keep on reading books, these men are not real. I need new pairs of shoes (not that I have a few of them). I want money, without me working for it. Lots of money, that I lost count and dragged to the end of my wits on how to spend them. I get to go shopping everyday, buying shoes, shoes, shoes, and shoes. Treating family and friends to their every whim. Get myself lipsticks in every colour, every expensive brands there are. Complete my set of make-up brushes. Having a lot of money, without having to work hard, or at all, became my version of perfect life.

     Then the goody-goody me came, *I slapped me away*. I'm not talking about that here.

     Perfect lives, unfortunately, don't exist for me. As much as I love to roll in my bed reading, I need to live my life as an only daughter in my family. There are dishes waiting to be done, the laundry wishing to be hung, the floor wanted scrubbing, everything needs dusting. And no, I don't do everything at home. The first two, yes. The rest? God knows. In perfect lives, money comes rolling without you lifting any chubby finger of yours. Reality is so much harder. You need to work for money. 

     And I came to this. I don't have a perfect life. But I am content with the way I am living. My parents listen to my every whim , and buy me everything I need, sometimes what I wanted. Mind you, but NEED and WANT, they're different. I have three annoying brothers. I spend most of my times reading, though not from dawn till dawn. I have a steady internet connection. And I'm waiting for the government to give me a job. I'll have my own money to spend then. And oh, I am typing, sitting on a massage chair at home.  Not perfect, but I am happy.