Monday, September 11, 2006  10:10 PM
Chained-up hearts
Say hello to Gem, nine months from when you last saw him. It's almost impossible to get a picture of him, so consider this one a rarity. Looks are deceiving - he looks all cute and obedient with those eyes like limpid pools but he really is hyperactive and never listens to what I say.
He loves me most in the family, though. At least, that's what his dog signals tell me judging from the fact that I'm the only one in the house that he bullies successfully. I don't have the heart to discipline him like the rest of my family members and because of that, he follows me around incessantly and attempts to devour my toes.
But with a face like that, can I refuse?
I've been feeling that all too familiar feminist streak in me as of late. Maybe it's because of the many girl talks and walks which I feel are ranked the top three things in this world that make me happy. Or that casual remark by Gen about remaining "nun-like", and how I'd hate things to change between the GGs. Perhaps it's because I see too many of my friends become an entirely different person once a significant other enters their lives. Suddenly, she becomes soft and submissive like the world revolves around him. And I detest that human weakness in the fairer sex when sugar-coated words out of a male's lips make our day even when they don't mean it and when that she feels compelled to put on that cute (gosh, I'm starting to hate that word) demeanor to get his attention.
Oh, please.
Or you could just think this entire post as a waste of time and believe that I'll just be like one of you when that day comes. But I'm not ready to trip over myself just yet.
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