On Shirts and Love.
I've blogged about loads of stuff now.
Mostly about how shit life can be and about silly things in my life.
But I've yet to blog about love.
Actually, I don't know a lot about it. Everyone would say 'oh everyone knows about that kind of stuff. You meet someone you like and hey presto! there's love!'
But there's more to it than that for me.
See, I've always felt that finding love is like finding the right shirt.
There are many kinds of shirts out there.
Bright Red ones, with danger emblazoned over them, dull grey ones made of the softest cotton, Silk shirts which can only be drycleaned.
Thousands of materials, a million ways to sew the right fit, mainstream brands or tailored....
It depends on your kind of liking.
But you can only choose one.
You can only wear one.
I want a shirt that's comfortable, yet showy.
That feels like the softest silk, yet warm in cold times.
That's low maintenance, even if I tear it, or chuck it in the washer.
That has the best cutting in the world to make me feel like I'm slimmer.
That is solely made for ME.
That, to me, is the best shirt in the world.
And that, is purely why I have so few shirts. :)
I was here - pj @ 12:17 AM
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10 Comments:
Hello! That's not blogging about love *lol*, you're still blogging about shirts :)
PJ, I lurve your analogy! You couldn't have worded your blog any better!
Bloody hell! All of us are searching for the right shirt...very few of us find the perfect one though. And the ones that "seem" perfect are most likely from an op shop- worn by others and then discarded in search of a better one.
jac: eh! same lah! finding the right shirt is like finding love. :D
chris / crystal bell: btw i got the shock of my life when i heard keane's new song. and then i realised it was crystal bell. not u.
but hey! keane's singing about u!!!
and thanks heaps babe! ;)
You know what's the saddest thing? That's to be a shirt that is discarded after years of washing, bleaching, and fading under the sun :(
Oh well.
Nicely worded lah, I love your analogy too :)
oei. i got gossip. i found out a someone who was bitching about me. and u noe that someone too. tell u soon on the fone. u'll be surprised!
Everyone's like a piece of gigantic jigsaw. All nicely done. Except for that one missing piece right in the middle of the jigsaw. We're all searching for that piece of jigsaw, that is mixed up in a huge pile of other jigsaw pieces.
Love your analogy. Makes a whole lotta sense. Where love is concerned, at any rate. =D
Boyfriend = Shirt ? So, Galfriend = Car ? LOL!
sian: ooh thankew! :)and btw, its not sad, that's practical!
spoil already nosso good lah.
but i am one to keep my shirts until they are super 'lok-kok' then i'll chuck 'em.
candy: who? who? on a wild guess, i wonder if it was rich biatch L. oh well. let me know!
leenz: linda we all know that there's the perfect dress in the perfect brand in the perfect size in the perfect store. most likely never to be the ones that we shop at.
because. ahem. where we find the perfect store, with the perfect brand and the perfect cut, there is never the perfect size SOLD OUT.
as u say, bastard children.
abs: yes but mine is always the missing piece. or the dodgy one with the end half torn off. damn.
lin peh: sashiburi! hwah car ah. then in tt case, u can hv ferrari or toyota, either of which u still hv to pay maintenance fee. only thing is.. are u rich enough? WHAHAHAHAHA.. ok nvm. but its true what.. asian girls go for munny.
HAHA.. no lah.. rich bitch.. still my goot goot fren. although i dunno where she die to already. i do miss her nonsense. but nope. and anyway, its juz gossip, ive "confronted" her and turns out theres more to it.. which im not bothered lah. miss u!
your msn sucks. oh did dat juz come out loud ? oops.
anyways love's only as deep or superficial as we feel it.
i think i've some rants on it on my blog too. check it out den =)
It neva is easy initially to love somebody or to fall in love but with time , comes experience and with experience comes betta senses.
Keep ya head on right and things'll naturally fall in place in the love department.
Just remember this yo, the harder u look the more it eludes u. The min u turn away from it and stop lookin, WHAM ! it hits u right in the face. =)
laters alligator~
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