What Is It That Makes A Person Lie?

Lies are but the thorns we install to protect the secret which is the rose. Not all of us are comfortable with exposing our every little secret nor are we capable of baring our souls to the world without feeling absolutely and positively naked. Some love it. They simply love lying. But they call it, 'simply not telling the truth'. I would know. I've been brought up by one who positively hates liars and another who calls lying an art. But the truth of it all is that no one can grow up without lying at all. It's a defense mechanism when used right but when used wrongly, can become a lethal weapon in which the one wielding the lies will soon find themselves in a narrow hole they themselves dug.

Haven't we all experienced that one moment where everything goes terribly silent and our head starts pounding as we look down at the shoes of the person who caught us lying. Well I have. And it's a horrid feeling I would surely wish upon everyone. Why? Well, because then they'd learn how not to get caught ofcourse. Anywho, I'm digressing. The topic at hand is what makes a person lie? And here are what I believe the reasons to be:

1) Desperation

Imagine if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend (which ever gender you are, pick the opposite or...just pick your preference) and your parents aren't exactly liberal thinking folks, and they caught you out with your BF or GF, you would lie. Hell, I would. 

Mum: Who is this young man?
Me: Him? Pfft. Him?
Mum: Yes him.
Me: He's that project group mate I've told you about before. Remember?
Mum: Ah...no. I don't think so.
Me: Oh mum, you're always forgetting things. (WRONGGGGGGGG!!!! Don't ever say that, she'll swoop in and deliver the final blow for mentioning a memory loss which ultimately refers to her being old and females hate being referred to as old. Maybe if it were your dad, you could. Unless your dad's an Adonis, then forget it because he's vanity would be the same as a woman's. Instead say this.) Oh mum, I did mention it but I think you were reading that important article in the newspaper. Anyways, this is Chris. 
Chris: Hi.
Mum: Yes well...
Me: We just finished project meeting and the rest live around here but Chris and I have to take the train back. That's why we're walking together.
Mum: Oh. Why don't I just give the two of you a ride back then.

(Caution: Don't say yes. Go home with your mum but don't take your BF with you. Because lying with a straight face is already bad but bringing your guy in the car...wow...that's just going to a whole new low.)

So that's for desperation. If we're desperate, we'd try anything to get out of the situation and lying is the first defense mechanism. 

2) Instigation
  Yes, instigation. When one is provoked and pushed into a corner, one retaliates with an exaggeration of the truth. It happens to everyone. Just that for some of us, as we grow older and thankfully become wiser, we become immune to instigation and pat our provoker on the head and smile at them as though they were a child. However, there are those who constantly respond to instigation despite their age. Here's an example:

God: Lucifer. (laughs in a godly manner) My brother, you must join us up here more often. We lack for sour company. (Laughs again.)
Lucifer: Yes, I see how you yearn for my devious company. It shows in how you spend your time eating and drinking with the other gods. 
God: (clears throat) Come now Lucifer, insults are uncalled for here.
Lucifer: Insults. Please brother. If I were to insult you, you wouldn't realise it because us higher intelligent beings can deliver a proper insult without the victim realising it. 
God: (face turns red as the other gods start smirking at him) Come now Lucifer.We shall cease this bantering and drink shall we?
Lucifer: Ah yes why not? While the people in Africa suffer from drought and famine and evantually die and end up in hell because they commit crime, let us be merry and consume beverages that are condoned to be bad for the body. Let us then adjourn and be drunk. What a fine role model you make brother.
God: (Turns completely red in anger) Now see here Lucifer! I do more good than you. All you do is guard the hells of gate and ensure the evil souls stay there. My task is far more than that. I have to answer prayers and visit the cities. I have to manage the other Gods and see that the seasons come and go as planned. I have to ensure...
 Lucifer: (Cuts in) Oh please brother. The list may go on and on. (Drawls while still lounging in a chair.) But have you for once thought about why the people pray to you or what ensures that the people you think love you try their best to behave well?
God: (Bellows) Because they revere and respect me.
Lucifer: No, because they fear me.
God: (sputters) No...pfft...no.
Lucifer: What have you done brother that has bettered the world recently? Hmmm?
God: (looks about rattled for a moment before lying through his teeth) I have found the answer to world peace!
Lucifer: Have you now? (leans forward) Well what is it then?
God: It is ...well...oh look at the time. I shall share my plans with you soon enough Lucifer. The world will be a better place. Just you see.
Lucifer: Oh please brother. Don't do any of the humans a favour because the last time you implemented a plan of yours, man began to complain how badly it hurt that their testicles were on the outside, easy for women to inflict pain upon them.
God: Yes..well..that was not one of my greatest ideas but this is Lucifer! 
Lucifer: Well then. I'm looking forward to seeing world peace.
God: Yes of course.
Lucifer: Before 2012 of course. Because that's when the world ends.
God: Damn it.

3) Plain old pride
Now this last reason is simple. Pride. People lie because they are proud and just can't admit the truth. Like if they haven't completed a task, they lie to protect their reputation and this is without any instigation from anyone. They simply lie. And if one lies too often because of pride, they can end up lying for the rest of their lives. Evantually, they themselves even begin to believe their lies and end up living in their own little bubble of lies.



So if you think about all the 3 reasons, you would realise that every and any lie you have ever said before can be categorized under these 3sub headings. It's true. Don't sass mouth me and say what about white lies. Lying to protect the ones you love. Well that's under Desperation. A lie is a lie. And it is perfectly acceptable if one does it in moderation unless of course you're an excellent poker faced liar. Then by all means, lie to your hearts content but remember, constantly move. If you lie often, staying in one place is dangerous. So move. Travel the world, lie and travel again. Don't settle down in one place.

So as you can see, if you lie often, you won't have a chance at a proper happy life. Sigh. I've completely lost my train of thoughts here. My handphone just buzzed and I'm rushing. So that's that I suppose. 

Lies are like the thorns that protect the rose that is the truth.

When I Grow Older

You know, it's been a really long time since I blogged hot updates. As in, I'm always blogging about stuff that happened 3 to 4 weeks ago but never about recent events. And that's about to change now until ofcourse I revert back to my lazy old ways ; )

Okay, so went on holidays to Genting last weekend. That went straight to  hell the moment I stepped onto Malaysia grounds. I fell horribly sick and was detained in my damn room for the whole bloody 3 days. You know how I felt? HORRIBLE. So as you can see, nothing to report although my family was unfailingly sweet over the 3 days. They were constantly checking up on me, and giving me medicine. And I was nice in response by being a very silent sick patient, who didn't complain during the trip until after she got better : )

So we got back and this entire week was practice at night for Soundwave's performance at Woodlands Causeway Point for Housing Development Board (HDB)'s 50th anniversary celebration. And how was the performance? Honestly? Not too good. The boxes killed us. I suppose on a scale of 1-10, it was a 5. Not to worry, Soundwavians, I have just emailed our advisors requesting for $500 to purchase equipment. Hopefully that works because we're bloody performing at Youth Scape on July 11 and we can't risk using stupid boxes again. Bongos and drum sets only. Oh and the make do shakers of course. Lifesavers those little things.

And sadly, I've still been recovering this entire week. When I got back home from performance, my voice went berserk again for 2 hours. It's better now. I think God wants me to keep my opinions to myself. It's his not so silent way of informing me.

What else? Oh yes. The World Cup. Don't fret fellow football watchers. You don't have the channel at home? MacDonalds is too packed for you? You can't afford to buy newspaper to get the results? FEAR NOT! FACEBOOK TO THE RESCUE! Yes football fanatics, Facebook gives you an accurate and sometimes not so accurate play by play of what takes place during the matches. So just pop come sweet popcorn or salty whichever you prefer, log into facebook, sit back and enjoy the SHOUTOUTS from your friends who are watching the matches. And if you don't have many female friends, GO ADD THEM NOW! Because they are the kind souls who update the statuses with football play by plays the most! So yes. Facebook is FIFA World Cup's unannounced and unofficial sponsor and media support : )

Thank you for tuning in.

Oh and I do believe that this song should have won over Shakira's Waka Waka.



Oh and Toy Story 3 is AWESOME!!!

Oh My...

Time sure flies doesn't it? Especially the month of May and June. It feels like a weekend to me. So much has happened and I'm just barely recovering from it all only to have to prepare myself for the next tiresome yet wonderful phase.

So like I mentioned previously, Arteen Furteens (AFT) performed at SHINE awards ceremony. Here are some of the pictures from the 29th of May 2010:

It was definitely loads of fun and now it's over. After that, I refused to touch the younger AFTians for they were having papers or had alot to catch up on. Besides, I had my birthday party to work on. Yes peeps, my 21st Masquerade Party on the 5th of June 2010. Masquerade! Always loved that concept and finally had one.

This was how I felt on that day.

It was a mad rush and my mind was in a flurry. Everything seemed up but at the same time undone. Worry flooded through, trapping any other possible emotion from emerging. It was impossible. It seemed impossible. How were we to get this all done by 6.30pm?

But then I saw my brother standing upon a chair, balancing himself, as he attempted to string up twinkling lights and my mother, tying up bunches of balloons, my sister and cousins, slaving away as they tied ribbons to cupcakes, my cousin, putting up a gorgeous masterpiece and my youngest sibling, pitching a tent. And in that moment, I knew, there was no choice but to make it work.

Clipping back my hair, that I had done at the saloon and was probably going to be messed up before the party even started, I trudged into it all and a mad dash soon began. I was either shouting orders or receiving them. 6pm arrived and my cousin sister started yelling at me to follow her in order to get dressed up. I would then beg for 5 more minutes to finish some things up. 5 soon turned into 15 minutes and I was evantually dragged away. I stared forlornly at the half mess I was leaving behind as I headed to the dressing room. As I pulled on my dress and unclipped my hair, I strained my ears for any sound of indication that the mess was cleared, But I heard none. My cousin sister soon sat me down and applied my worst enemy, makeup. I don't hate makeup. I just hate the waiting one has to do while being applied with it. I mean a touch of lipgloss and a dash of blusher should be sufficient right? Wrong.

So as I sat there waiting for the make up to be done, I pounded my other cousin sisters endlessly asking them if something was done or if I suddenly recalled a task, I'd yelp at them to get it done. I wanted my guests to enjoy themselves. That was the whole purpose of my party. I enjoy seeing other people enjoy themselves.

Then, after a straining hour or so, my makeup was done. Swiftly, I adorned my mask and all but scrambled from the room to check if the venue was ready. And my god. It was : )

There are so many people I have to thank. First of course would be my two buddies, Yoga and Naathan who emceed for me. Thank you very much guys : ) You'll were brilliant and hilarious. You made it great. And ofcourse Yoga, thank you for being the human ladder at some moments.

Andrew and Idham for the beautiful rendition of "When I Look At You". And to Prabs and Henry for singing that song and trust me when I say that your mistakes are what made it memorable : )

To Shanty for preparing the sinfully sweet cupcakes that everyone said they loved : ) The final embellishments on the cupcakes were just too dear. To Selvi and Mahes for tolerating all my barks of orders. I swear that I will be your humble servant at your weddings : ) To Vani akka for helping with the deco and my make up and of course for the huge mask that was the beautiful backdrop.

To Prateepan for the collage that you did and ofcourse to Sathim and you for the wonderful work at the kids' corner : )

To Praven for putting up the lights and assisting without complain with all the deco and of course to Praven, again, KC, Sameer, Idham and Yoga for the wonderful HamSam dedication. You'll are still idiots for putting that picture of me at the front but still darlings for the effort : )

To Kanitha who although was a guest assisted in the last minute decoration of the place. Thanks dear!

To everyone who got me wonderful gifts ; )

And to mum and dad who paid for my birthday....at least we got back half of what we spent! haha But thanks to them for finding the perfect venue.

So that was my 21st Masquerade Party

A Much Needed Say

I can't imagine how I could have gone for so long without viewing and typing on my blog. It's just been tough, logging in and reading the latest post and actually beginning to think what I could type about. It's been so busy and tough that I couldn't find the words to describe everything, and I probably will not be able to do so now but I'm going to try : )

It's been a flurry of activities these past 3 weeks, I'm not sure where I should begin. So to start off, here's what I had in store for me.

29th May 2010: Resorts World Performance
29 May- 6 June 2010: Launch of my book at Suntec City International Book Fair
5th June 2010: 21st Birthday Celebration
12- 14 June 2010: Genting holiday with extended family

Yeah. So of course, much of my time was invested in AFT's performance at Resorts World. We had to be as close to perfection as possible. And here's the truth, we were not close to being perfect but we were definitely good because no one else in Singapore has tried it and we did. We broke the barriers for what was deemed possible and impossible and I know for sure that the next person in AFT takes up a gig like this, we'll be perfect. First time's always the test run : )

To the boys, who told me that they couldn't sing or dance, you proved yourself wrong. Yeah you go off pitch sometimes but so do I. The thing that matters is that you tried and won a battle. Girls, our first time dancing on stage in a dress and it went well. Both of you looked gorgeous and I couldn't have danced with anyone better.

Prabs, Henry and Idham, thank you for making the music awesome to sway to. Prabs, an excellent job done in the official song for the SHINE awards. It was truly an inspirational song and everyone loved it : ) Henry, I know you learned the chords for the song rather last minute, but it was definitely well done! Idham, what can I say? The ladies love a dude in a suit carrying and playing the bongos ; )

All of you looked amazing that night and it was truly a huge step for AFT and we can only keep on climbing up from here on out for we have built the safety net and we've got something to catch us if we fall, our reputation.


So moving on, while all this was going on, I was preparing for my birthday party. Not easy when too many people are providing suggestions leaving you tired and agitated and just confused. But after awhile, I knew that I had the last say and should be making decisions based on my own good sound judgement. So from there on out, things went well...well kinda.

Anyways, this week's been rather tough because I was juggling teaching at Si Lin Primary School from 1pm to 5pm and Sinda from 7pm to 9pm on Monday and Tuesday. And I had Sinda again today. It's just been 3 long days with my mum and me squeezing any time we had left for all it was worth; rushing here and there purchasing deco, calling up to confirm food orders, ensuring the cake would arrive on time, sound system, dress, guest book, emcee script (meeting the guys later in the wee hours of the morning), music, video, masks...god...ah yes and mosquito patches. I don't want anyone getting bitten in the outdoors. Oh and how could I forget, toys to distract the kids from the small pool. Kill me.

At the same time, I'm meeting up Yoga and Naathan in the morning to settle the emceeing part, then going for facial (an evil foe that my mum just has to force me to go!!! I hate it!!! HATE IT! Not kidding. Threading and all I can take but STUPID SICKENING FACIAL!!! BLOODY HELLL! !!!! I'm just supposed to sit there and wait and wait and wait and wait till my STUPID LIFE EXPIRES!!!!!!!!!!! Okay I'm calm now.) Then, I'm meeting up ladies from AI for lunch and then rushing off to NUS to pass them the bags for the camp and then rushing back to meet my mum and head over to Malaysia to collect the album and purchase anything that is anti mosquito. Then head back home to complete the table centre pieces.

And on Friday, rising bright and early to follow my mum to settle some stuff, transfer money over to confirm some travelling documents, off to Tangs to purchase a chocolate fondue machine (hopefully), then to Suntec City for the International Book Fair to promote my book then off to Spaboutique to meet the table and chairs company and to set up half the deco. Then back home to sleep.

And then on Saturday....ahhhh!!! Wake up, go to the saloon, get my hair done, chuck all things necessary for the party into mum's car, head off for french class (last lesson so I have to go and collect my certificate), leave halfway for the Spaboutique, set up all the deco, change, makeup and then party starts. At this moment, although I know there is more after that, I can't seem to think beyond 5th June at this point of time so I'm going to just take it 1 week at a time.

Did I mention I went to Ikea and then courts and then Chong Pang and then to a cousin's house and then to SINDA and then to the CC all the while, I REPEAT, all the while, somehow lugging a bag that weighs more than 4kg on top of my 1.5kg Nike Bag (yes I weighed it).

But I don't hate life, I'm just trying my best to make sure that I'm not swept away by the tidal wave, instead, I'm trying to ensure I'm riding it. Understand the difference? If you don't, I'll explain it some other time.

Feeling Like A Zombie,

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