Why Women Get Angry

I have mixed feelings about the word “bitch.” I know it offends some women, and I worry that the moment I use it, some bright spark is going to go, “Oh, so feminists can call themselves bitches, but I can’t?” before cracking his troglodyte knuckles and finger-blasting the comments section into a fine powder.

But “bitch” is also a word that a lot of women have claimed for ourselves. We do it defensively, defiantly, and preemptively, knowing that people are going to slap it on us anyway whenever we’re stuck in a no-win situation. It’s our paladin’s shield. Our … monk’s … handful of snakes? I don’t know what sort of weapon monks use. The point is, those “no-win situations” are a staple of our lives, and “bitch” has become our military strategy against them. For instance …

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Today, I finally had the answer to the question I’ve been wanting to ask since 17 January 2017. 

I’ve not asked the question because I didn’t want the answer. I wasn’t ready. I thought that if I didn’t ask, I could have more time. 

But today I had the answer. Sort of. 

You know how people say actions speak louder than words? 

A simple pat on the back from my vet. That’s all I needed to know the answer to the question I was afraid to ask. 

A simple gesture that will have me counting each day at a time. And appreciating hours like I have never had before. 

Right now, I can hear you sleeping. I wanted to be stuck to you, to spend as much time as I can before you return to your creator. But it seems you are stuck to me too. You haven’t left my side since we got home. I guess we feel the same. 

14 years is a really short time. And that big beautiful heart of yours that gave me so much joy is now too big for you. 

I wish for you that when the time comes, you won’t be afraid. I wish for you that it will happen on the happiest day of your life, when you go to sleep and wake up at Rainbow Bridge. 

I wish for you to know how much your human Mommy loves you and that I can’t let you go, but please go if you are in pain. 

No Longer a Fairy Mermaid Princess.. (sort of)

This was my Instagram story (@vivischryst) on 13th May 2017. 

As much as I loved my first creative colouring hair job from before, we had a really short relationship. I’m not too sure why but my hair tends to lose pigments super quickly. And so… my beautiful hair went from fairy to platinum in only 3 weeks.

And I’m naturally brunette, so I had a reverse skunk situation going on and it looked super unprofessional. So I thought that I’ll go get my nice sleek bob back and be dark haired again.

So I thought.

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Singapore Birthday Freebies 2017.. And Happy “24th” To Me!

Happy birthday to me~ Since I’m all alone this year (family’s on their yearly sabbatical; BF on his yearly 24/7 work engagements), I thought I’ll do a lonesome solo blog post to celebrate myself. What’s better than shiny, sparkly gems, pizza, and pink?

FREEBIES. AND BENEFITS. Other than Tuppy that is. Onwards to all the free/discounted exploits for the birthday girl during her birthday month in Singapore!

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