I'm back. No, not with a vengeance. Quite the opposite, actually. This time – much different if compared to the other times I've expressed my views on this topic – I feel somewhat saddened as I write this particular episode in light of what sparked it off.
You know, falling in love's a pretty crazy adventure. And many a time, we do things we never thought we'd ever do in out lifetimes, we say stuff that'd make Romeo blush and feel utterly inadequate, and we fantasize things about our futures together that turn out looking far greater than anything Peter Pan ever saw. Yep, it's a crazy adventure, alright. And for some people, crazy's enough. For me, it ain't. It's gotta be crazy beautiful because crazy just doesn't make the cut. Crazy as a standalone doesn't even come close to anything I'd call "Love". Heck, it doesn't even make it past Puppy Love grounds.
Was driving home when I found my ears tuned in for a good wad of celebrity goss. I can't remember which station it was exactly (I tend to channel surf while on the road) but the DJ was going on and on about Nicole Kidman celebrating her 40th birthday. Hmmm. I wonder why they're lagging. She celebrated it a little over 2 months ago, actually. Yes, the gorgeous, ever-classy redhead with flawless porcelain skin who, just a year ago, married singer-songwriter-guitarist Keith Urban, has hit the Big Four-0.
Thing is, Urban was actually on tour during the time but he (very rightly) took time off to pay her a visit in the Land Down Under. The country singer brought his beautiful wife up to a mountain-top lookout for a quiet, romantic, couple-ish birthday celebration, and they both sat alone on a couch as fireworks lit up the night sky. The display ended with the words "Happy Birthday Nicole" being spelled out by fireworks. Well, I have to give it to Urban. The King of Romance really knows how to knock a woman's socks off.
Thing is, I'm feeling pretty messed up right now because as much as I want to get caught up in all the hype commercialised romanticism brings, I can't. I don't think very much of Keith Urban. He doesn't rank very highly with me. He used to... but not anymore.
Don't get me wrong, though. I love, love, love, LOVE his songs. I do. If anyone ever wrote me anything even remotely close to the kinda songs he writes, I'd turn to mush and the parts of me that come undone would grossly find itself melded with the puddle of drool at my feet, resulting in a soft, wet, pulpy mass formerly known as Pam Song a.k.a Tinki slash Dark Queen. But... it's not enough. Not in a relationship, and definitely not in a marriage.
The man is a cheat who's on a constant battle with his inner demons – cocaine, alcohol and a love for women. It seems like he wants to change for the better – for Nicole and even for himself. But his return to rehab after their marriage and the many Keith-slept-with-me claims against him don't tell of a successful turnaround on his part.
Good intentions are nothing without action. And in this case, we're talking about the action of taking NO action. I mean, the man was actually accused of "re-hooking up" with some girl he used to party and have romps in the sack with! And you know how it is in angmor terms. Hooking up does NOT end with dinner and a movie.
Rugged good looks, awesome songwriting abilities, great singer, fantastic guitarist... and all I see is a man lacking in character.
Your character is YOUR distinctive nature. It's what genuinely makes you appealing to the opposite sex. And that's what you want, right? A genuine attraction and not something utterly bimbotic or superficial. Character shines when the perfect combo of both your mental and moral qualities come together. And trust me, it's everything you are to anyone who even cares about how much you matter to them... because when you start to matter, your physical attributes and superficially material plus-points start fading away from sight.
It's what's inside that begins to count from that moment on. And when a couple finds themselves at this juncture, it's a great thing! It's cause for celebration because it means that you're both finally at a point where there's the possibility of your relationship progressing to the next level. Come on. Do you really want your woman to see nothing but the pale outline of a boy who doesn't know what he wants after she makes it past your looks, your hairstyle, your fashion sense and your wallet? I doubt so.
You know, falling in love's a pretty crazy adventure. And many a time, we do things we never thought we'd ever do in out lifetimes, we say stuff that'd make Romeo blush and feel utterly inadequate, and we fantasize things about our futures together that turn out looking far greater than anything Peter Pan ever saw. Yep, it's a crazy adventure, alright. And for some people, crazy's enough. For me, it ain't. It's gotta be crazy beautiful because crazy just doesn't make the cut. Crazy as a standalone doesn't even come close to anything I'd call "Love". Heck, it doesn't even make it past Puppy Love grounds.
Sigh. I'm emo.
Was driving home when I found my ears tuned in for a good wad of celebrity goss. I can't remember which station it was exactly (I tend to channel surf while on the road) but the DJ was going on and on about Nicole Kidman celebrating her 40th birthday. Hmmm. I wonder why they're lagging. She celebrated it a little over 2 months ago, actually. Yes, the gorgeous, ever-classy redhead with flawless porcelain skin who, just a year ago, married singer-songwriter-guitarist Keith Urban, has hit the Big Four-0.
Thing is, Urban was actually on tour during the time but he (very rightly) took time off to pay her a visit in the Land Down Under. The country singer brought his beautiful wife up to a mountain-top lookout for a quiet, romantic, couple-ish birthday celebration, and they both sat alone on a couch as fireworks lit up the night sky. The display ended with the words "Happy Birthday Nicole" being spelled out by fireworks. Well, I have to give it to Urban. The King of Romance really knows how to knock a woman's socks off.
Thing is, I'm feeling pretty messed up right now because as much as I want to get caught up in all the hype commercialised romanticism brings, I can't. I don't think very much of Keith Urban. He doesn't rank very highly with me. He used to... but not anymore.
Don't get me wrong, though. I love, love, love, LOVE his songs. I do. If anyone ever wrote me anything even remotely close to the kinda songs he writes, I'd turn to mush and the parts of me that come undone would grossly find itself melded with the puddle of drool at my feet, resulting in a soft, wet, pulpy mass formerly known as Pam Song a.k.a Tinki slash Dark Queen. But... it's not enough. Not in a relationship, and definitely not in a marriage.
The man is a cheat who's on a constant battle with his inner demons – cocaine, alcohol and a love for women. It seems like he wants to change for the better – for Nicole and even for himself. But his return to rehab after their marriage and the many Keith-slept-with-me claims against him don't tell of a successful turnaround on his part.
Good intentions are nothing without action. And in this case, we're talking about the action of taking NO action. I mean, the man was actually accused of "re-hooking up" with some girl he used to party and have romps in the sack with! And you know how it is in angmor terms. Hooking up does NOT end with dinner and a movie.
Sigh.
Rugged good looks, awesome songwriting abilities, great singer, fantastic guitarist... and all I see is a man lacking in character.
Guys, it all boils down to CHARACTER.
Your character is YOUR distinctive nature. It's what genuinely makes you appealing to the opposite sex. And that's what you want, right? A genuine attraction and not something utterly bimbotic or superficial. Character shines when the perfect combo of both your mental and moral qualities come together. And trust me, it's everything you are to anyone who even cares about how much you matter to them... because when you start to matter, your physical attributes and superficially material plus-points start fading away from sight.
It's what's inside that begins to count from that moment on. And when a couple finds themselves at this juncture, it's a great thing! It's cause for celebration because it means that you're both finally at a point where there's the possibility of your relationship progressing to the next level. Come on. Do you really want your woman to see nothing but the pale outline of a boy who doesn't know what he wants after she makes it past your looks, your hairstyle, your fashion sense and your wallet? I doubt so.
So listen now, and listen good.
A good character is, by far, a more powerful tool
than good looks, great strength or a thick wallet.
All girls want men with REAL character...
...and men of character do NOT cheat on their women.
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A good character is, by far, a more powerful tool
than good looks, great strength or a thick wallet.
All girls want men with REAL character...
...and men of character do NOT cheat on their women.
----------------
Read Operasi Train Jantan: Part 1, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 2,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 3, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 4,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 5, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 6,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 7, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 8,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 9, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 10,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 11, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 12,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 13, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 14,
and Operasi Train Jantan: Part 15 first if you haven't
read them yet and you'll soon understand what I'm getting at.
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 3, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 4,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 5, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 6,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 7, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 8,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 9, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 10,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 11, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 12,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 13, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 14,
and Operasi Train Jantan: Part 15 first if you haven't
read them yet and you'll soon understand what I'm getting at.
4 comments :
sigh~~ thats what they ALL say...
Hey! Don't rain on my parade.
amen amen amen amen!! sigh like my mr darccyyyy :)
Haha. YOUR Mr Darcy? Excuse me, miss. He's MINE! Hahahaha.
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