Wednesday, February 15, 2006 2/15/2006 10:47:00 PM

Time magazine:Feb 13th 2006 - Making a Man of Her.... i came across a paragraph worth pondering... "....if women tried harder to understand men, they'd realise that men too are trapped by patriarchal prejudices in their own way.........men have been sort of forced to learn the women's language, through the feminist movement,but women haven't seemed to evince a curiosity in learning men's language......" said by Norah Vincent, hu is, for the most of her, a woman herself.. which makes it rather unique in a way... she dressed as a man to find out more about men.. n this was wat she realised... which is, if u think about it, in a way true... women are always sayin that 'the men don't get it'... but think about it really... do we get them either?? do we even bother? it never occurred to me that,hey! men may not be the way they r out of choice but rather by society's perception of them, hence they have to be that way.... if a man were to be a little more effeminite as compared to others... it would be a step put of the norm for him, and he'd wither be teased, or treated differently.. yet guys hu r messy, incoherent or jus dun care are considered 'proper' guys... in actual fact, wat is the definition of proper? hu defnes wat is proper and wat is not? women always think that there's nothin else to learn about men... that they're jus a bunch of slobbish neanderthals hu only speak out of pure bravado and stupidity.. but have we ever wondered,are they really that way? y are they that way?could it be, as the passage said, 'patriarchal prejudices'??? these r questions which popped out after reading the artice. and it got me thinkin, that's all.. i used to be on the side of the girls, up til when i read this.. it's not about sides.. we're actually on the same side actually, all trapped by the demands of society.. u guys might realise that i may not be makin sense anymore.. dats cos my mind is wondering already.. n did i mention dat i'm sleepy? well anyway, yeah... on to yesterday... which i had no time to blog about as my mind was already half asleep before i could reach home...

was reaaallly bz yesterday... all ur efforts came to naught as we didn't win anythin... that is understandable of cos, as all we were doin was last minute work... :D but still.. u noe... wentto ps after skool to get the cloth... n met shaun dere too! he came over to spotlight n presented a cuuuutteeee chipmunk(chipmunk rite, shaun?)!!!! it was reeally adorable!!! with cute cheeks jus like the one hu gave it to me.. ;) n a red nose tooo!!!! :D went around with his frens lookin for a pressie for his fren's fren...(man that can be confusing when u're sleepy) his fren found a nike wallet thingie.. which i tot was rather big.. but dey found it alrite. den his frens went home.. walked around.... somewhere.. fi called too! hee hee.. went to eat n all... well, he ate that is.. i'm dieting... hanafy has taken to calling me 'flabs'... pouts.. did i mention i'm eating yummt red, juicy n SWEET strawberries?!?!?! n THAT's rare k!!!! they're always so sour!!! now... yummm!!! fav fruit, STRWBERRIESSS!!!!! :D oops.. diverging... walked about for a bit before takin a bus back home!!! was sleepin on the bus.. n somehow shaun knew when to wake me up n ask where we were stoppin.. cos it jus so happened... we were at my stop!!! haha.. n we hurried out.. overall, the day was ok.. :) had fun with the walkin n the talkin n all the other stuff.. n i'm REALLY tired tonite.. nite nite!!!!

ps: ig! i found this poem quite ok...
Geoffrey ChaucerAgainst Women Unconstant
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,Many a servant have ye put out of grace.I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,For wel I woot, whil ye have lives space,Ye can not love ful half yeer in a place,To newe thing youre lust is ay so keene;In stede of blew, thus may ye were al greene.Right as a mirour nothing may enpresse,But, lightly as it cometh, so mote it pace,So fareth youre love, youre werkes bereth witnesse.Ther is no faith that may your herte enbrace;But, as a wedercok, that turneth his faceWith every wind, ye fare, and this is seene;In stede of blew, thus may ye were al greene.
Ye might be shrined, for youre brothelnesse,Bet that Dalida, Criseide or Candace;For ever in chaunging stant youre sikernesse;That tache may no wight fro yuor herte arace.If ye lese oon, ye can wel twain purchace;Al light for somer, ye woot wel what I mene,In stede of blew, thus may ye were al greene.