Laws of Attraction

I came across an article that discusses the factors that influence attraction. It's just amazing that even in the blog world, the same rules apply(I think?!).

1. Physical attractiveness
We might not be aware of how a particular blogger look like but I am pretty sure we all create a picture of him/her based from the writings. I tend to stereotype certain qualities to specific physical attributes. A couch potato blogger to being fat, a gym buff blogger to being physically fit or a make-up collector to being glamorous. And when I don't like the image of the blogger that my mind has mapped out, chances are I won't be as interested to read his/her blog.

2. Proximity and Familiarity
Do I need to elaborate on this? I snoop around the links of my fave bloggers. And I find it so much easier to like one if he/she is connected to the people I am already familiar with.

3.Reciprocity and Similarity
We like the people who like us. We like people whom we can relate to. I remember once my prof told us, if you think the person you like doesn't find you physically attractive, don't be sad coz' you still have hope. Make it work by proximity or reciprocity. My prof said we can loll around outside his classroom everyday to make our presence felt.

The only difference I see here is that in the blog world, I am less critical. Maybe because the only window we see is through their blog and that makes everything obscure. I find it easier to like a person by reading his/her blog. In the real world, I am not as lenient. I wonder why.

Thou Shall Not kill

Current Mantra: Do not kill the puppy. Do Not Kill... DoNotKillDoNotKillDoNotKill.....

My dad's puppy is testing my patience. Her incessant barks early in the morning (on a weekend) is getting into my nerves. I never had the affinity of killing any living things - insects, rodents let alone a cute litte puppy. But with her, I seriously have thought of wringing her neck. And this is not the first time the idea ever popped into my usually compassionate mind. Only to her. How grave of a hate is that? I don't know about the validity of "Love brings out the best in you." but I can surely attest that hate indeed brings out the worst in you. I hate her.

Eat To Live

"Harriene, there's something over my desk that I need you to look at." my boss vehemently hailed at me while pointing his fingers at his office's direction. Hunching that this will be another excruciating and pointless discussion over our project status, my heart began thumping. I dragged my heavy butt from the swiveling chair as I, in anticipation of being reproached, ruminated over a handful of excuses that I shall excrete had I be affronted. I stomped in magnified weight, like a death convict trying all his might to delay his execution, my way to hell. I mean to his office. I schemed that the longer time to reach him the more excuses I could formulate, the safer I am.

It turned out, as I and one of my colleague reached the secretary's office, that my boss having recently came back from a mission had brought us something to eat, dried pork, a famous chinese delicacy which my non-chinese colleagues often describe as chinese ham. My boss apparently was roaming around the office beckoning for people to pick their share of goodies. The greeting a while back which appeared to me as a hostile gesture(or am I just guilty?) was as a matter of fact an invitation. Phew!

The time was aroound 13:00 just right after lunch. Needless to say, I didn't have the mood to put anything into my highly-densed stomache. Imagine a bucket brimming with water being forced upon to gulp more. The bucket won't be too happy containing it, will it? There isn't just any space left. Yet having originally pictured myself being in a stressful interrogation with my boss to being disengaged to just eating a piece of dried pork, the latter seemed to be a whole lot easier. Never mind the full stomache. Forget about the possibility of puking. I am pretty sure I'm more powerful than a water-filled bucket who cannot possibly contain more water. The bucket is not expandable. My stomache is. Suddenly, I was convinced myself I was hungry and the dried pork looked quite sumptuous already.

Another Fish Story

"You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy even if their happiness means that you're not part of it."

The other day I was able to talk to Fish. He relayed an interesting news to me. The girl he is dating is, suprisingly, beginning to like someone else. Fish is now officially broken-hearted (ha! ha! ha!). *giggle* *rolling on the floor laughing* Excuse me.

Selfish thoughts aside, I feel sad for him knowing that his happiness has once again eloped. From the past conversations I've had with Fish, I saw how this girl became his source of happiness. He once disclosed how difficult it was for him to have finally found someone he really like and that he wished in dire that everything will turn out well between him and her. Back then, the quote I pasted above just hit me like thunder. Not that I am madly in love with him but I have to agree that his happiness does not necessarily have to include me. So I wished him luck even if it meant losing for me. (Now losing is another story. I never felt like I really lost anyway.)

Now that he is broken-hearted. Part of me wants to share his burden and be the good friend. Afterall, I am used to being the listener. I reckon he might need someone to listen to his problems. The calculating part of me, having accounted all the misery he caused me, is reluctant otherwise. Why the hell should I care about him now that he is down when he never cared even a single of my existence in the first place, huh? Thing is, another disappointment just took place. A while ago, I took the initiative to chat with him and listened to his problems. Shoot me.

No Pain No Gain

My quadriceps hurt. After a bout of gym apathy, I finally decided to move my big butt last night by adding a few more routines. My body is now going through muscle soreness. I am, surprisingly, enjoying the pain inflicted by it. Maybe because I am aware that the pain will subside eventually. This must be transpired by the No-Pain-No-Gain theory. I am illusioned by the idea that the pain I'm going through is just but a part of the gaining muscles process. I'm more forbearing and I am not afraid to go through more of the same muscle pain in order to gain more muscles.

It just occured to me that this same concept can be put to better use if applied in other life's aspects. As sentient beings, getting hurt is a regular. We all get hurt, physically or emotionally. Yet, what I find baffling is the fact that even if pain is happening to us all the time, we never get used to it nor we learn to embrace it. We hate it. Simply, we all are too attached with our feelings that we fail to recognize that these pains are all temporary. It's either we get so used to it that we become numb or it will just go away by itself. Come to think of it, pain ain't that difficult to cope with. They are just but a small part of a bigger picture. If we just try to envision how these pain can make us better people, we'd actually hope to have more of it.

Pain or relief, they're all ephemeral. Think of it as a muscle sore. They aren't forever. They will go away. Don't dwell on them too much. Embrace it as it comes and let go of it as it flees.