She’s Out Of My Life

Once in a while, I come across an article such as this and it brings back memories of a person I would rather say I only have good memories of. However, actions and choices have decided that the final memory would be of her turning her back to me. An action done with such dramatical emphasis that another colleague could notice, and I still do not understand the point of it.

Almost everyone who knows us wonders what happened, and sometimes I wonder myself. I can only tell my side of the story and speculate on her actions. I dare say only one other person would know all the drama as she got the blow by blow reports when the mini drama series happened. Then possibly another 7 that know why the friendship ended.

When I looked back on the "reports" I gave to another friend while the drama queen was having hissy fits, they were probably the little cracks that lead to the big break. However, after a little sharing session at work, it became clear that I had only half of the iceberg. Seems that for years, she was hiding her issues behind her title and privileges. Then with a new job and position, with the lack of opportunity to pull off the tricks she did while running her own show, the cracks started showing. Throwing hissy fits at a very specific time of the month, with nothing to do with PMS. Then finally, the pressure got too much and apparently her mind blew up.

I have always wondered why her attitude changed. If it was the people she now had in her life, her new job position, her slight demotion in job position, the lust for power or some other luxury, or just ego. There was a time when we would just tell each other about anything, even try to figure out other friends by talking about them to each other. She got my back, I got hers.

Then I saw the quote below and realised perhaps the relationship was a little dysfunctional on her end. Also realising that perhaps telling her that I used up my savings for my grandfather’s funeral trip might have been the trigger that set it all off. 

“A healthy relationship is one where two people feel fulfilled by their individual lives and let that joy and sense of fullness spill into their relationship. They each bring something to the table and can comfortably give and receive. A dysfunctional relationship is when one or both people believes the other person can “give them” something or that there’s something to “get” from the other person.”

Strangely enough, I was not sad, but slightly amused at the drama. I was disappointed and frustrated, but her actions took care of making us happy to have her leave. What I cannot believe is her gall at still being friends with my mom, but my mom has her own agenda. 

Just A Little Off The Top Please....

Well not really.

After getting my head shaved the last time, the hairstylist was confident I could wear a short hairstyle as well. So I had been contemplating getting a short hairstyle for a few months and found a few photos online that I was interested in.  Got a second opinion from Adi, who saw this picture and said get that!

So managed to book an appointment yesterday, got in, showed Oscar the picture and got my hair shaved off. I think at one point he actually used the same shaver I use on Barkley for my sideburns.

Anyway, I think he did a really good job, and more importantly, as fast one. Apparently, no one, other than whoever I showed the first picture to knew what I was going for, so I looked so different that my mom couldn't even recognise me at Burger King.

Dad always had his "what stupid hairstyle is that?" comment, but then he doesn't have enough on his head to do anything stylish.

My sis thinks I might end up looking like a lesbian.

But most importantly is that my mind is much cooler, which I think is why I probably can sleep well tonight.

Crime Scene Investigation

Mom came home this afternoon, telling dad rather excitedly (read: LOUD) that there were a ton of police vans, cars and trucks parked outside the old block of flats. She said she wanted to get the mail from the old place this morning and was not allowed to park, and still wasn't allowed in even after her visit to the doctor. Wondering what big murder case was being investigated, she returned and asked dad to do some leg work, and hopefully get the mail from the old blocks along with any interesting details. Just as I was to go out and take some photos, dad called back to report that it was just some filming and that people there were mostly posing for photos and getting ready for the next shoot. 

I headed out to take photos anyway and started to laugh when I saw that the 2 big trucks parked there were from the Special Operations Command, which usually deals with the riots. Riots! My mom can be quite clueless at times. 

What The Hell?!?! I Don't Believe!!!

Having a car drive down the wrong way on a single-lane one-way road is something I see quite often when people try to take a short-cut out of the car park near my apartment. Seeing a car drive down the wrong way on a 3-lane carriage-way or highway is something I thought I'd only see in the movies.

Today would be the day that it actually happened and I think the stupid idiot actually thought I was going the wrong way! While the whole road was rather empty except for me and a taxi a distance away, the driver came down the furthest right lane and actually flashed his headlights at me as if I was in the wrong. The bugger must either be drunk (as it's the start of a long weekend), got his license from America or Philippines (or some other country where they drive on the opposite side), or he must be an idiot.

I guess he realised his mistake when he saw the taxi behind me, and the traffic on his left that was overtaking him across the center divider, which was when the signal came on in an attempt to find a way to make a turn. Well good luck buddy. You should have just done a U-turn and gone back up with the flow of traffic, turn to the AYE and turn off at Alexandra.

But I think it would be better if dangers to society like you just went straight, turned into the Queenstown police station and declare yourself unfit to drive.

Drama In The Cinema

Went out to Comex yesterday and didn't see much that got me interested except for the going price of Ipods. My 3rd generation 20Gb Ipod had cost more than what the 4th generation 60Gb Ipod is now selling for. Furthermore, there are a few freebies to choose from that's just simply making my hands itch.

Later, I met up with MJ and decided to check it out further at the Apple store, plus secretly make him yearn for it too! Fast forward to the point where we were bored and didn't have anything interesting to do @ Orchard. We were considering watching movies right from the start but didn't have any movie that really called out to us. In the end, we still ended up at Cineleisure and got tickets for Monster House. We were hoping for Barnyard but they didn't have one listed during that time of the night.

Finally we got into the theatre where it seems that we're not the only adults who watch cartoons (or animations since some people are prissy about it). As I was getting comfy, I noticed that the person behind me seems to either have super long legs or just can't sit still. It felt as though that bugger was kicking and pressing their feet against my chair, making me rock throughout the show. To make matters worse, the bugger's mouth couldn't stop "whispering" either. I was enduring the shit from the person behind and I think the person on my left also had that problem. Possibly she had the same thought I had that we'll just let these arseholes slide and not waste the money we had paid for the movie.

Well soon enough, someone (Poker) couldn't tolerate them any longer and asked them to keep quiet. These buggers still had the gall to raise their voice and argue back, even said something like that they had the right to talk loudly. Thank goodness my dad wasn't there. The argument somehow led to one person whacking the other for poking them in the eye (or so they claim), and the commotion just made everyone turn back to look. I was hoping that the usher would come in and get them out but then the woman (Screamer) just screamed for her husband (Slapper) to sit and calm down. Slapper kept asking the Poker if he wanted to bring the matter up with the police but Screamer just ask him to zip it and watch the movie. In the end, Poker went out and called the police, which came about 10 minutes later into the theatre to escort Slapper & Screamer out. During the whole time Poker was out, Slapper kept grumbling that he ought to sue Poker for poking him.

Can you say childish?

Slapper: "Mooooomeeeeeeee he poke me...See! See! I don't friend him already!"

Poker: "Maaaaaaa! He beat me... I don't want to friend him!"

I hope they get charged with something for disturbing MY peace!

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