Don't change.

Toiletbrush is one of my favouritest friends. It was heartbreaking for me to see him saying the words,

"Soph, if I become a fucker, will you still be my friend?"

over a chick who played him out. I miss our innocence. We've been friends since secondary school and grew up together. Our friendship has stood the test of lovers, heartache (repeat), propping each other up, not limited to him coming as my movie date at work, giving me encouragement and affirmation. Thing is, Toiletbrush, we've been friends for so long, I can throw you all the disapproving glares and we could get pissed at each other but we'll still be friends. Still. Don't change.

Friends like these

Yesterday,

A: Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer up lah
Me: How to? Tomorrow's movie night. I could potentially bump in to him.
A: Well, I hope he trips down the cinema steps and breaks his nose, imagine him now all disfigured.
Me: *Hahaha* You sure know how to cheer me up.

A adds to the collection of platonic male friends to make up for the emotional peripheral replacement of a relationship. I needed an emotional pillar so I called on Toiletbrush to fill in the "date" space.

Problemo:

I'm trying to figure out how to work things out with the travelling, left-winged pot smoking (almost vegan) tree hugging hippie. I'd rather him spend 2 months here and I do the same as opposed to me just spending 2 months travelling South America with an almost complete stranger. One more option to go after the Games.

My life according to my friends

Talkback: Hello my name is ...

This post is inspired by Den, about the difficulty of getting goodfriends the older we get. 

As far as self introductions go which I have been doing quite alot lately trying to break out of an old mold, meeting new people is more like an opportunity that I allow myself.

Speaking of which, just yesterday, in jest, I was poking fun of my colleague,

LS: Actually I'm very shy one.
Me: *sniggering* LS, there is a difference between shy and anti-social.

To which our E, a fellow resident of our cubi-hood (cubicle neighbourhood) known as the vortex of the insanity burst out laughing and slapped me a nice high five.

So back to this issue of making friends, between shy and anti-social, I wouldn't be surprised if i gravitated to the latter. While it may be easy for me to go up to introduce myself, it's another thing altogether that one sees me at ease. One of the motivating factors could be dependent on the company I host or hosting me. 

I draw an example from personal experience, the secondary school that I went to was one of those mandarin speaking ones. Since my preferred and almost (only) language I can effectively converse in is English, I found it hard to build friendships but those that stick though, were well worth it, as I would discover as long as 12 years later. (ZOMFG, it's been 12 years since I first knew my secondary school friends lah -.- )

*ditsy moment* But I digress ...

When I had moved on to poly I realised it was easier to communicate with my peers, there were other people who were crap at their second languages, perhaps not so coincidental that they usually come from the MGSs, IJs and the St. somethings and I didn't feel so alone or intellectually challenged anymore.

Then came Uni where in a communications course the inability to articulate would cause much embarrassment. It gets easier for me to let my guard down to exchange initial pleasantaries but again out of so many superficial relationships built, some through the capacity of work or social activities I guess what matters more is the act of building and sustaining long term relationships.

Just for fun I did a short search on the web and I found some interesting articles, one of interest being, What's the ideal number of friends? that builds upon Dunbar's number that most people have 5 very close friends, 10 in the second tier of closer friends some of which might be made up of family, 35 in the next tier and about 100 in the last category where one would consider to be less than acquaintance.

Makes me kinda ponder about where I stand in my friends' lives. :)

Subliminal neurotics

I dreamt last night that I had visited Den and his beautiful wife in their spanking new apartment. It's rather weird coz despite being in contact for yonks thanks to the technological advances and the internet, we've never really carried a conversation other than virtually. I've even never heard his voice before. As far as we've been socially connected, I used to be in the school band where his older brother was once a drum major for and we all share the same alma mater, SGS and eventually TP despite going to different disciplines.

Ok back to the weird dream, his wife asked to stay for lunch and being the guest, I offered to help in the kitchen while wife is in the living room entertaining one more person. Strangely, it's something that I would naturally offer to do. I can offer to cook for you but don't ever ask me to clean up, I will shoot you a look as if you were turning green and little horns were sprouting out from the top of your head. 

So we were in the kitchen, a nicely stocked up one I might add and he was preparing fried rice, I helped chopping and stuff and somehow he ended up frying 4 eggs. You got it, frying in oil. Half way through cooking, he started to stir the whites of the eggs around, as if to make a scramble. 

Me being highly intolerable to stupidity kind goes, "What the fuck do you think you're doing." (In its entirely, profanity-driven honest to goodness query) 

 

And Den says that he's making poached eggs because his wife loves them. Which can either sound really sweet or really daft depending on the amount of romantic crap you're into. 

Honestly, if you don't know how to poach an egg, I have a link here. Despite being compared to seagull poop, the vortex method has worked for me. But the bottom line is, you never poach an egg in oil. 

On a random note one of my sexiest conversations, (with the yardstick no less) went down talking about the secret to poaching eggs. Ok I'm being biased here but any cute guy who can talk to me about the correct preparation of food is sexy in my books. 

So, Den and I, we get into an argument, I remember saying something like whatever lah and I wake up feeling like I needed to hit someone in frustration.

It is, in a self diagnosis that I am compelled to believe that I am a neurotic, a control freak (which explains why people tend to believe me when I tell them I'm Hitler's incarnate) and have a disability to clean which spans even up till my subconscious.  

Tonight, I was feeling awfully down until XS provided me with a gem of a solution - delete facebook, explore the world and have a life. I couldn't have said it better myself. 

"I wish I knew how to quit you (facebook)."

Short stop

Pew pew would probably be the most non-threatening onomopiac sound ever conceived for a weapon shot. It’s like unicorns shooting out rainbows out of their asses.

And then Wayne sends me this visual:

It would have been waaaay cooler if the unicorn had rainbows shooting out of its ass.

One and only

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:30:08 PM)

i want attention

Nuahs - missing pot says: (8:31:33 PM)

ATTENTION!

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:32:33 PM)

marco!

Nuahs - missing pot says: (8:32:41 PM)

polo

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:32:48 PM)

heh

Dorky kinda cute

LS found this for me at work. He's a pharmacist in US. I wouldn't mind if he came seranade me.

Reckonings

Mental meltdown. I could feel my heart race uncontrollably, my ears ringing and heat radiating from my face and palms. 38.7 degrees. After contemplating my existence I was much too exhausted. 

When 2 out of x of my best shags have decided to move to Europe and not come back, it doesn't become a statistic. It's a f@#$ing demographic.

I need a Euro trip. 

Flash back to Saturday.

It's strange how we seek comfort in someone else's misery. It was his birthday Saturday. Between sobriety and a smoke, I remembered telling K and she told me, you know my gf ended a 6 year relationship when she was 31.

"After that she went on a fucking binge and soon I started to remember the men in her life by their professions." 

I told her about how I felt about the Singapore dating scene and she said that its a generation thing. It's the 80s. 

I laughed. 

By her hypothesis, I would have to start dating guys who are at least 5 years older than I am or 7 years younger. 

In conversation

sOaPy - “The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.”:
Newsflash u are turning 27 in 3 days. How fucking old is that?

"Soaps, you look as if you took a walk along the cosmics and the stars
twinkled for you, just for you."

E on my euphoric moment eating white chocolate coated rice krispies that had a maple flavouring.

I also learnt that porno mag in chinese is Ser Qing Kan Wu. My thirst for knowledge astounds even me.

In conversation

On my the choice of MSN nick,

the good eek says: 

someone's cleeeeeearly not a big solitaire fan

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

*kicks*

the good eek says: 

*blocks

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

shaddup u non-single insensitive bastard

the good eek says: 

*hadukens*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

*sucker punches*

the good eek says:

i am very sensitive to single folk, dammit! i was single and not getting any for four years. there is no one more sympathetic!!

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

this can go on FOREVER u hear me

the good eek says:

*shows off jock strap, then yoga flames your ass*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

wtf is yoga flame!

the good eek says: 

dahlseem's move

the good eek says: 

duh

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

*pulls an ULTIMATE wedgie with jock strap, thus deflecting yoga flames*

the good eek says: 

... that's physically impossible

the good eek says: 

who play game with you? tell me!

the good eek says:

i settle!

And when you think it can't get any better .....

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

u are masochistic u know that

the good eek says: 

i am actually quite gentle, believe it or not

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

because u are the one who has to bend over

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

of course u have to be quite gentle

the good eek says:

i curse you with nightmares of me and other men of my caliber getting it on

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

well if they're good looking and u are bending down i can hardly see u

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

its ok

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

i might welcome that thought

the good eek says:

i said men of my caliber.

the good eek says: 

actually, no. scratch that. i curse you with the thought of five guys who all look exactly like me (my clones if you will) getting it on.

the good eek says: 

so there.

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

too late

the good eek says: 

it's never to late to curse

the good eek says: 

*curses*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

the disc has already be written

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

u've missed the boat

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

better luck next time

the good eek says: 

you say these things, but i know the thought's already seeped into your subconcious. i hope you wake up screaming with a terrible need to claw out your eyes.

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

well i'll just dream of u having a vagina

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

i'll wake up laughing

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

and go hahaha. i always knew that

the good eek says: 

fuck, i'd laugh after waking up from that dream

Office mischief part 3

(:

This made me smile. 

In conversation

Soapy:i want the whole walmart
Soapy:and a slave

aaron:wow
aaron:that sounds like a lot

Soapy:u can get the slave to help u carry the whole walmart

aaron:ahh
aaron:i think america ran out of slaves quite a while back

Soapy:how abt oompaloompas?

aaron:hmm i'll have to check about that
aaron:anyway i'm going to catch some zzzz's talk to u again soon

Soapy:alrighty

aaron:but feel free to let me know if u need anything

Olive, Lizard theories and some other.

The olive theory (lifted from How I met Your Mother) propounds that while 1 half of a couple loves olives, the other hates them. Essentially, it's affirms how opposites attract. Parallel to the olive theory, WL and I came up with the lizard theory. He gave me a serious face when he said, "Do you know I'm scared of lizard?"

We both agreed that our future partners should not be afraid of lizards. 

As for my "list" I thought that it'd be nice to have if he reads at least 2 different newspapers a day and the Economist. There's something really sexy about a man who reads the paper. 

My listening Ear

For the longest time, I told myself that I'd be okay but subsequent events that follow always suggest otherwise. I started to doubt, even what I tell myself. After a heart to heart talk, the type that tests your friendship for better or worst. I finally appreciate its full value and glory. 

There's nothing more I can ask for than a friend who wants to be my listening ear and someone who will be there for me. I'll be ok. 

Salvation

I accompanied someone to shop for a pair of running shoes. He shops like a girl. Seriously. He must have tried at least 6 different sets of shoes before settling for the one. Now that he’s made his decision. I hope he’s satisfied and stops getting injuries. 

FBC once said I write like a boy. The girls say that my mind is corrupted beyond salvation. I think my outing today just confirms this. Before lunch at Ikea (we were making fun of how the ang mohs pronounce it as “Eye-kay-ah”) I had a mad case of the giggles thanks to him for testing out a pillow.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?,” I asked still giggling.

He looked at me unsure, then he said loudly,

“Yah I know you’re thinking about better leverage right”

After which I quietly walked away because people started to stare. We then proceeded to view more questionable furniture. One of the hot favourites being a shiny stainless steel surgical table like trolley. Kinky, as I thought of a nicely rounded peach-shaped naked ass would giggle, pressed against it. Damn the Swedes for making such fine furniture. 

*&*$!

Just as I was about to step out of the house with my prehistoric hibernating pair of rollerblades. The sky decided to cry. Will gym instead. I'm committed to this exercise thing. 

I've also decided that dating is too much work. I give up. I would rather hang out with WL, Sha and her Apalamoorthy or my gay cousin. 

My wingman's the BEST. We got tickets to Coldplay. 

Golf

Me: I hate the SG dating scene, guys under 29 are deliberately trying to siam relationships. When they hit 30, they scramble to get married. It’s not fair. I mean what is the rationale behind this and where do I stand amongst this nonsense?

WL: Well to them its like, why play 1 hole golf when you can play 18 holes.

I felt kinda fucked up after this. I feel quite jaded with the whole affair. What happened to loyalties? I don’t want to be part of the 18 hole game.

The topic of marriage came up during lunchtime conversation today. Nat asked if I wanted to settle down. I don't want to say I want get married because its not what I want, I want to find someone who was worth settling down for. It sounds like a more logical sequence this way. 

In conversation

jar0n - * says: u saw sparks?
jar0n - * says: hmm?
I say: coldplay song
jar0n - * says: cheeeey
jar0n - * says: haah
I say: heh
I say: i'm dreading valentine's day
jar0n - * says: you dont say..

(On wearing the birthday pressie Jan gave)
I say: yah i'm going to wear that pretty thing tmr
I say: with my date with weilin and his friend
Sha says: whhooohh!!!
Sha says: double date>
I say: no
I say: its more like 3-some
I say: MFF
Sha says: whipidodahdeh