Category: Emo & Personal

Friendships are complex.

So I was talking about friendships in my previous post and it seems to me from all the comments that people do prefer friends to be honest with them. Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a huge sample for me to be drawing any conclusion but common sense prevails, no?

That said, aren’t we mostly all righteous and philosophical but when it comes down to the real deal, the Real McCoy, we tend to shy away from confrontations with friends? I mean, I can totally understand the discomfort of telling your friend that he or she has smelly feet, body odour or an attitude change.

I’ve once read somewhere that human beings are accommodating beasts. I agree with that. I mean, I have friends who are still hanging out with an ex-friend (to me) who is a known molestor. And I in turn, accommodate to my friends’ choice of friend even though I’m a victim. I’ve never asked them to sever their relationships with him or sever mine with them. Although I would have loved that this person be punished in some ways but well, one friendship is already a complex thing. Put so many together in one pot and we’ve got ourselves an anthropological bender.

Anyway, I’ve said too much already.

Just one last thing….a friend who touched one of your friends inappropriately and a friend who said the wrong things to one of your friends. Which one would you choose?

No brainer? Trust me, you would be absofuckinglutely surprised.

As for what kind of friend I am. Well, I’m certainly not the kind you would like to take out in public.

Knob.
Knob.

Happy Birthday Tsen!

TsenTsen turned a quarter century year old yesterday. W00t happy birthday, you’re an old fart!

Dude’s making his mark in the challenging world of advertising and I’m so proud of him :)

I must have done something really good in my previous life to have found a friend whom I can absolutely count on and one who has no trouble sticking by me through thick and thin. I love you, TsenTsen! *Hugs*

I mean hey, if your friend can tell you with a straight face that you’ve got smelly feet, you’ve found a keeper!

(background story: i used to have a favourite pair of pumas that i wore ALL THE FREAKIN TIME till it’s falling apart, making my feet stank like rotten milk and i didn’t even notice cause i was so used to the smell and it was tsen who dropped the bomb on me….thank goodness. imagine all the people that would have been repulsed by me! and for that i love you tsentsen hehehe)

So we had a birthday lunch at this siuloongbao place at The Curve. I had the signature giant siuloongbau which was a rip-off. The other stuff were so-so. But the service is definitely one of the best in town, I’ll give them that.

Birthday man
The birthday man.

RM15 for one siuloongbau.
RM15 for one siuloongbau. You’ve been warned.

I met TsenTsen in Singapore. We stuck together from the beginning….flat hunting, broadband stealing, secret Malaysian jokes :) One of my most treasured memories with Tsen is having Mcdonald’s breakfast at 4am while watching Rent in his room. Those who know me knew I had a hard time in the country and I can truly say that, it’s all worth it for I was able to meet Tsen :)

Happy Birthday TsenTsen!
Happy birthday TsenTsen!

We lit up his birthday cupcakes in Starbucks and camhored a bit. Blocked people’s way…so awkward.

This picture was taken on a timer.

Me and TsenTsen.
Me <3 TsenTsen.

Thinking of my friendship with Tsen has gotten me to thinking about what constitutes a good and healthy friendship.

If your good friend is not “performing” so well as a friend (ie: having smelly feet, being a motormouth, being insensitive, not spending so much time with you etc), are you going to tell him/her so that he/she could work something out or keep it to yourself till all hells break loose one day? Worst, keep it to yourself and bitch about it with other friends till hells break loose?

As someone’s friend, would you like your friends to be honest with you or would you rather be kept in the dark till you lose them?

Personally, I’d much prefer my friends to be open with me. After all, we’re no longer kids in the school yard playing ‘i don’t fren you!’.

Boob scare and stupid man.

sunny^kimberly says:
eh they can’t unscamble my mosaics pictures rite?

sunny^kimberly says:
i was atcually naked!

.: www.shaolintiger.com :. says:
nah

.: www.shaolintiger.com :. says:
only for text

.: www.shaolintiger.com :. says:
can sometimes decipher the text underneath

.: www.shaolintiger.com :. says:
cos it produces reproduceable patterns

sunny^kimberly says:
ah okies

.: www.shaolintiger.com :. says:
not like anyway one has a database of boobs they can reverse engineer your squares too

sunny^kimberly says:
lol

sunny^kimberly says:
just checking…scared mah

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Had a fight with the boyfriend over dinner. I wanted to have lamb shank at Marmalade for the past week and he had said he would take me there. I was all made up and ready to go but he kept tapping on at his keyboard for Utopia -_-. After over an hour of waiting, I asked him whether we would still want to go out and you know what he did? He shrugged his shoulders and said, “guess so”. I got even more pissed! I only had two slices of garlic bread the whole day and was starving and was in no state of mind for complete apathy.

I waited for a little bit more, then I yelled, “fine” and ate two slices of bread, which were a bit stale. As I was chomping on the stale bread, I felt even more cheated. I mean, gawd, I drove all the way to his place to spend time with him and he would rather play his f–king Utopia. That game doesn’t even have moving graphics!

So I stopped chomping and started packing my clothes to head back to my parents’. He saw me packing and to his credit, he came out of his study and watched me pack. But listen to this, he just watched. Just watched ok, not a single word from his mouth, not a single apology. Didn’t even ask me to stay. What really really pissed me off was that he had the nerves to ask me to stay for several more days the day before. Arghhh.

Anyway, I got hungry again half way through packing and decided to finish up my stale bread. I felt so pathetic ok! Then I carried all my bags out and he still carried on watching and didn’t say a word. Men are stupid.

Finally I got into my car and was breathing sigh of relief. At least I could go back to where there is Astro on Demand and hokkienmee and where only I bully people and not get bullied.

As my car rolled barely 10 metres down the road, I started to hear this weird rumbling sound and then my car started veering to the left. Stopped the car and found a puncture on the front right tyre. F–k f–kity f–k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drove back and parked even further from where I parked before and had to haul my bags back in again.

Punctured tyre.
Punctured tyre.

Punctured tyre.
Close-up.

And found the boyfriend watching tv!

Anyway, long story short. We made up but of course, I made the initiative (need someone to fix the tyre omg). I ended up eating Micky D’s porridge and fried chicken.

I just need to find a way to delete Utopia from his life.

So, do you think I’m being unreasonable here? I do believe he’s just emotionally inept as with other men. Have your bf/hubbies driven you crazy like that? OMG tell me please cause I can feel another wave of rage coming up (I admit I’m a pyscho!).