You are nothing,
until you are talked about.If you happen to be watching programmes from Malaysia's leading Chinese TV channel aka 8TV, you wouldn't be any surprised. OKAYY you can shoot me for being such a lousy advertiser. Anyway, the above-mentioned quote came from the ten-second-long commercial for
gossip girl.
I don't know what
gossip girl is, nor have I any idea, ANY at all, the nature of that show. Is it an Oprah Winfrey-type talkshow? Or some entertainment news-bombardment parallel to those in Taiwan? Nobody knows. There were just flashes of women's faces in that brisk ten seconds, but heck, who cares what it is as long as it's all about
GOSSIPS!
It's gonna be all about gossips. Now, talk about being a girl's best friend, and long gone are the days when diamonds reign supreme in this aspect.
Of course, diamonds still ARE girls' best friend, but what are girls without gossips, ey? They've become an integral part of us, the female community will agree (though I know some will falsely deny in self-defense but in silence, they can't agree more). While diamonds, oh wells, filthy rich missies will have them dancing around their fingers, and it's not hard to imagine.
But,
gossiping. Oh, come on.
The whole lot about girls conggregating together laying their thoughts out just liberates me. Totally, like, from whatever state I'm in prior to liberation. Because it is through little secrets-sharing sessions like these you get to come clean with each other, and get in touch with the most naked part of each other's soul within the sisterhood we've fostered after everything we've been through. Although, I must say, I DO know of some hypocrites, who feed on people's innermost thoughts and translate them loosely, and often slanted-ly, to others. Ooh, not so pleasant, are they now?
And now the more that "gossip girl" advertisement is aired, the more I miss those faces who used to be part of my sisterhood (
brotherhood, for some, you know what I mean), and who know me more than perhaps my mom would, when she was still around, I'd say. Here I digress. Perhaps my biggest regret, was not being able to open up enough to her when I still had her around.
SO, the big so, I should seal that as my one and only regret ever present in my life.
Digressing complete, and now back to
gossips. Most unfortunately and sadly, my life of late has been nothing more than a piece of blank paper. No I'm not complaining right here, right now. I'm just saying, when it comes to gossips, I have really NOTHING to contribute, because moi life is as bland as a cup of plain water. No current
affairs of any forms, no more past histories to be raked up because I've chosen to seal them up and bury them in some distant corner, AND no more random adventures in shopping malls because I'm now nothing more than a geek who stays at home and dates her piano. And her car.
God, someone should just hire me as chauffeur because I rock big time at driving.
Auto cars, that is. HEY, stop sniggering, can! I don't get to drive manual cars only ma, not that I can't drive them lor!
I suddenly saw the tv commercial for 'Ugly Betty', and that reminded me of how much I love Marc in that show! He is totally my idol, man. Minus his lack of masculinity, of course. But, he's THE guy with THE right amout of sarcasm, THE right amout of arrogance, THE right language in expression, and and and! THE right level of cynicism! And he certainly makes a perfect pair with Amanda Tennent! Now THIS, everyone, is what I call liberation from my mundane days.
Sigh. It's been really a long time since I was hard on anyone. Perhaps my black humour is on the low, no thanks to this confined working environment with NO office politics, and therefore NO office gossips and NO office backstabbing. Hey, this sounds like a blessing in disguise - I don't have be forced to take sides, and join the community of outright hypocrites just to have another peaceful breath.
In any case, I'm starting to miss those days where my sarcasm level was ultra high. And those babes who shared the same frequency. Sigh. Things really have changed. When will our lines intersect again?
My gossip kaki's, are you reading this?
