And Hair Is Just Gone Tomorrow

Dear Readers,

Have a poem:

Short hair? Why yes, I have short hair.
Why does it make me look ugly?
Unattractive? More masculine?
Afraid I’ll out macho you with the lack of hair?
Hair is dead, I’m not.
I still have boobs.
Along with the female reproductive system.
But you want long hair.
It symbolises a woman’s beauty.
It also symbolises tangles and snarls
And high maintenance.
But you want those long tresses.
Like those belonging to a maltese?
Then get that or a collie.
Short or long, does that matter?
A woman is still a woman who remains.
And hair is just gone tomorrow.

Apparently this article brought out the dormant feminist poet in me. ~_~;; I really wasn’t pleased reading this article. I know not all men will find a woman unattractive based on their hair length, but the fact that there are men out there who will think like that just burns me up!

Bah. Short hair, long hair, it shouldn’t matter! End of story.

How to Answer a Particular Question Regarding Boyfriends

In the last six months I’ve had a lot of people ask me if I were married after looking at my “SNARKY” ring on my left ring finger. Obviously they don’t look at it closely. It’s a silver ring with “SNARKY” engraved on it. Who in the world would have a wedding ring that says “SNARKY”? I mean, I may actually consider that in the future, but . . . come on!

Today, someone asked if I were married (which I said no), asked if I had kids (if I weren’t married why would I have kids? Do I look like a single-parent?), and then after I told him I lived with my parents, he asked if I had a boyfriend.

I said no.

His next question: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?

At this point I was fed up with his questioning, so I said, “I don’t need one!”

Is it normal for people to ask me why I don’t have a significant other now? Why would you even ask that in the first place? If I met someone who was single, I am not going to ask, “Why are you single?”! Gosh.

Next time someone asks me why I don’t have a significant other, I should really be snarky and say the following:

Do I need to have a boyfriend to be a someone? Do I need to bend over backwards to get a man who might not respect me even the slightest? To set one thing straight: I don’t need a man to fulfil whatever emptiness you think I might have in my life. I’m a material girl and damn proud of it. If I wanted a man to make me happy, I may as well get an android or something because they will be easy to train and never argue back with me. Now piss off and stay out of my private life.

Har, har, har.

Honestly, if you were single and someone asked why you don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend/ANYTHING, how would you respond?!

I mean, it’s one thing to have my MOTHER ask me why, but to have an acquaintance and others asking me this? Gosh. SOD OFF.

Friendship Musings

Within the last month or so, I had an interesting discussion with a few people on friendships. I mentioned that I have a few friends I’ve known since as early as kindergarten. One friend, who was a military brat, moved around a lot, found that concept to be an amazing thing. Another, who wasn’t a military brat, but moved a few times, expressed nearly the same thing.

For me, I grew up in a military environment, but I was the one who stayed in one location while everyone else practically came and went around me. With that said, I guess it is pretty interesting to maintain friendships with someone for a long time. But I think about a friend I’ve known since kindergarten, two more in first grade, and several I made in high school and college years . . . and I wonder if such a concept of knowing somebody that long is that foreign? To me it’s not really a foreign concept since I am in that situation, but I can imagine others believing otherwise.

Another thing I noticed about friendships is that sometimes the friends you do make in your early years are the ones who you maintain a deeper relationship compared to someone you only knew for a bit. Now that can be different, depending on the individuals, but for me, that’s the case. I feel more closer to the friends I’ve made in my early years than in college and afterwards. I think one big reason is because we can reminisce our school days, whether it’s about this one teacher we liked or the events we went through together to share that camaraderie.

What do you guys think? Do you guys have friends you’ve known for a real long time, practically your whole life? Do you feel a deeper connection with the ones from your earlier years than your later years?

Book Review: Standish by Erastes

Anybody who knows me should already know my love for homosexual media, especially if you look in my room and my computer. I have files after files of Harry Potter slash fanfiction, many zip files of yaoi manga scanlations, over 150 volumes of actual hard copies of yaoi mangas, several gay cinemas, and a few homosexual literature in my bookcase. With that said, it is safe to say that I have a strange sort of fascination in that aspect of literature and media. Simply put, I’m an aficionado. Now let’s add another sub-branch into that group, my newest interest: gay historical fiction.

You see, I read a few novels that are original gay fiction, and while most struck my fancy, I read one that really turned me off. It was horribly written; actually it was bad fanfiction, and because I was burned by that book (just some random detective/police force novel thing), I avoided original fiction for a while, including the ones I actually wanted to read. I finally took the plunge, and I decided to finally check out a few books on my wishlist, where a couple were gay historical novels. One of them happened to be Standish by Erastes.

The Book’s Synopsis
The summary is from the author’s website:

A great house, a family dispossessed. A sensitive young man, a powerful landowner, and the epic love that springs up between them.

Ambrose Standish is a studious and fragile young man with dreams of regaining the great house his grandfather lost in a card game, but when Rafe Goshawk returns from the continent to claim the estate, their meeting sets them on a path of desire and betrayal which threatens to tear both of their worlds apart.

Set in the post-Napoleonic years of the 1820’s, Standish is a tale of these two men, and how the relationships they make affect their journey through Europe and through life.

Painting a picture of homosexuality in Georgian England, illegal as it was and punishable by death, at heart it is a simple love story and the tale of one man’s discoveries of his sexuality and his true feelings for the man who released it.

I admit, the synopsis didn’t really struck my curiosity that well, which might be also another reason why it took me forever to get around to reading this. However, in the end, I read it, and here’s my review.

The Goods
– The characters were great. Ambrose, Rafe, Fleury, Constance, Christopher, Sebastien, and heck even Achilles and Trenberry were actually likeable to a point! But the way Erastes described them and brought them to life, they felt real. I could actually connect with them, feel for them, and love and hate their actions. They were all imperfect human, with flaws and mistakes that reminds us that no one is perfect.

– The plot wasn’t really anything original, but it sure felt different. The way Erastes told the story, the way she wrote made me want to know what was going to happen. I would read a chapter, and then I’d continue on for five more chapters because I couldn’t put it down. I wanted to know what was going to happen. I was kept on my toes the entire time I read it!

– The pacing was actually really good. I’ve read stories where people quickly jump into having some sort of a rendezvous, but Erastes took some time to develop the characters and the relationship before bringing in the smut.

– The smut was actually nice. It was nice reading smexy scenes that didn’t use modern languages obsessively like today! I mean, I like profanity and the vulgar language, but it wouldn’t have fit in the setting of the book, and it wouldn’t have fit most of the regal characters, actually! This is one situation where euphemisms are a great tool to use in the literary world, and the author used it beautifully.

– The relationships between humans, the way love can be a complicated issues, and the way humans like to succumb to our own demons were all written into this book. The themes of this book, on one hand, are quite simple and uncomplicated, but if you look at it deeper and from a different angle, it’s quite complex and can make you ponder on the message the novel wants to tell you.

– One word: FLEURY!!!!! *LOVES* ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The Bads
– The antagonists of the novels at some point felt a bit two-dimensional. They felt bland. Kind of like Tom Riddle in the first book, but then as you read the rest of the series, you see who he is and see where his motives come from. I didn’t really feel that with the antagonists in the this novel, but most were minor characters. However, I still would have liked to see something that made them a little more fleshed out instead of a cardboard cut out!

– The ending . . . I’ll say it right now, I am not a fan of ambiguous ending. The ending in the last book of Animorphs is a great example where it’s a series that I adored and loved, but upon reading the ending, I grew furious. Now this book has one, and while I want an ending that ties everything up for me, this is one of those rare stories where the author does not need to tie up any missing strings! I wish for a better confirmation, but I’ll live with this one.

– The length of the book. It was actually decent, but I somehow found myself wanting more because of the ambiguous ending, I suppose! I would like more backstory of some of the characters. Especially Fleury. *hint hint hint*

– As someone who is incredibly unfamiliar with European history of the 1820s, I kind of felt a bit lost at certain times. Not lost in the plot, but more like lost as in, “Wait! Who the heck was Duke of Wellington and what was his purpose in the Napoleonic Wars?!” or “What the fudge is Newgate?!” kind of things. I blame my own ignorance on that part, though. I kind of daydreamed through that part of history class, apparently. At least this book taught me some new European/British historical facts, hence it being a historical novel.

The Uglies
– Considering that I’ve been reading either first person POV or third person limited POV these days, to read third person omniscient was a bit of a throwback. While I do not have a problem with that POV, I didn’t really like the way the author used it. I know this POV explores more than one character’s minds and thoughts, but to jump from Ambrose, to Rafe, to a dog, back to Rafe, to Sebastien, and back to Ambrose . . . it was disorientating. It’s a good thing I have either a good concentration skill or fast reading skills — otherwise I’d probably get frustrated at this book for its POV pinball match!

Conclusion
All in all, I really enjoyed this book. I loved the characters and their relationships, both sexual and non-sexual. I liked how the plot was paced and told. I find myself wanting to know more about the Regency/Georgian/Pre-Victorian-eras, and I want to read more well-written gay historical novels! Would I recommend this particular novel? Yes. Would I re-read it in the future? Most definitely. Do I really love Padraig Fleury? YES I DO. ♥

Glasses and Goodbyes

In regards to this entry, I decided that bifocals were not going to work out with me. Almost on a spur of the moment, I decided to just get new glasses. Basically, I decided to get a new frame and make that my main glasses, and the lenses will be replaced in my current one and be my reading glasses. I plan to wear the main one most of the time and only wear the reading pair when I’m doing some intensive reading.

It may seem really weird to wear two different glasses, but my eyes simply are not made to look down. I have trouble controlling its movements and muscles, so I’ve decided to try this for now. At least I know one thing for sure: I can still read through the main one, so all will not be a loss.

Sarah helped me pick out a frame, and after bumming around Dragon for a while, we met up with Ahmi and had dinner Navy Club. Today was Sarah’s last night in Seoul, so we met up for one last time. She flies out tomorrow. She will be missed. My Friday night buddy, my fellow gaming buddy, my good friend. I’ll miss her company. However, I wish her the best of luck with her and her fiancée.

Along with her, my favourite kid at the daycare centre happens to be moving back to the states, too, and today was her last day there as well. I will miss that kid. She was one of the first kids to win me over and made me realise that kids can be okay. She was the first kid, who wasn’t in my main room, to run up to me and hug me. That really surprised me. I said to myself, “Why is a kid, who’s not in my room, randomly coming up and hugging me?” But that thought soon left my head. Her doing that just made me feel loved. So loved that I made up a nickname for her, which was “Pumpkin”, and even made up a “Pumpkin Song” for her. The song is sung to the tune of “You Are My Sunshine” and goes like this:

You are my pumpkin. My only pumpkin.
You make me happy, because you’re cute.
You never know dear, how much I like you.
So please don’t take my pumpkin away.

That became our song, and she was such an adorable kid whenever she came up to me and said, “Sing the ‘Pumpkin Song’.” I’ll miss her. I’ll miss her smile, her energy, and her hugs. I’ll miss her running to me when I call her by her name and by her nickname. She has won a spot in my heart.