If some people could make a living out of being bitches, they'd be rich.

In slang, a bitch is defined as a "malicious, unpleasant and selfish person"

Most people have a set of people they can get along with, and a set of those that they can't. And for those that they don't get along with, they simply ignore or allow them to fade out of their lives until they no longer matter. That is perfectly normal, mature, and acceptable behaviour. Bitches however, insist on making life difficult for people they don't like, simply because they can, and it gives them pleasure to do so.

Unlike the non-bitchy, who use straightforward means to show dislike because they are nice, or too simple minded to resort to emotional manipulation, bitches can be extremely adversarial.

For most people, when other people cross their path, they complain about it, but they forget about it after awhile because they have goldfish memories. They gullibly assume that everyone loves them, which makes them endearing and frustrating in equal measure.

The thing about a bitch is, if anyone has crossed her path, she doesn't forget. And if she is unpleasant enough, she will continue to harbour ill will towards these people. The word bitch also means "female dog." But unfortunately, female dogs are actually lovable animals. They do not deserve this association. The variety of bitch I'm talking about, hell wouldn't have enough space to keep her. It's probably already overflowing with her kind.

A bitch will not openly show ill will. She will pretend to maintain cordial relations, but take digs at you on her blog, on facebook, around her friends who may happen to be your friends too, and in any other social media, basically in any way that allows her to attack you passively and aggressively so you know that the attacks are directed at you, and yet you are hard pressed to get the bitch to admit it. Because she is a bitch, she enjoys knowing that you are affected by what she is doing. It is this pleasure in causing hurt and suffering to others that I find absolutely disgusting.

When confronted, this variety of bitch also has a way of playing the victim card, so it always looks like you're the one who's being mean. You can't attack her without looking like the bad guy, simply because the bitch is attacking you indirectly.

There is only one way to kill a bitch, and that is to ignore her. Ironically, all bitches have this weakness, and that is they actually crave the attention that comes from knowing you are affected by them. All bitches are just sad attention whores. Once people get tired of the games they play, they will literally find that they have run out of listening ears. It gets a little harder with facebook because there is always an audience, but eventually, people will find more interesting things to follow.

Local dramas epic fail.

I was watching the 9pm show on Mediacorp and I realised that the dramas nowadays were really quite bad. There was a scene where Chen Hanwei said that he saw his daughter with some dude, but he relaxed because he saw the dude had spectacles and looked very "si wen", or gentle. I was like okay I guess that's a cause for "celebration".

But later when I saw this supposed gentle dude, I was like in what way does he look gentle. The only thing he had going for him was a pair of glasses. He had dyed hair with highlights (damn freaking ah beng sorry) that was way too long for a secondary school kid, his shirt was tucked out, and I couldn't even stand his face. He did not look gentle at all, he looked more like some teenage ah beng who had picked up a pair of glasses at Bugis Street.

And he couldn't even pull off his act properly. He was supposed to act like a pervert. He had the face for it, all he had to do was act. But he actually made being a pervert look like an art. I thought it was a very simple thing really, but he actually managed to make it awkward, which led me to reason that either his acting sucks or his female co-star cannot make it.

Okay la, it takes two hands to clap. I would say it was both.

I thank my lucky stars that I have cable TV sometimes.

the 25th of november.

It's the 25th of November. By all accounts, a very ordinary day, just like the many before it. I'm seated in front of my laptop again, and listening to a song that is a throwback to my younger days in a symphonic band. And in the middle of this song, there is an English horn solo that never fails to make time stop, and life quieten down for me.

It reminds me of a slow trek through chestnut and maple hued woods, where my feet rustle up the fallen leaves even as I smell autumn in the air. A light breeze lifts the edges of my hair, and it sends a couple of leaves drifting towards me. I walk into the middle of the woods where there is a little lake, and a group of grey ducks with bottle green heads float on by.

And I find that it is this peace I need. After a semester that has been mostly rough, confusing at times, simply frustrating at others, I'm finally facing what is probably the biggest test, the exam for the media management core that has defined the semester for me.

I've read the notes so many times I no longer know what I know or don't know anymore. I just want to get it done with, and after that, everything comes full circle.