Kindred souls.
I'm content with just a handful of them, rather than a trending herd of a masquerading million.
Friends with benefits (a.k.a. Fuck Buddies).
"Hi-Bye" friends.
BFF.
Friends in high places.
Friends "At Work".
Faux Friends.
Frenemy.
Conveniently tagged and stored (it's so IKEA), later to be used according to personal gain and/or social setting. Tongue-in-cheek phrasing of words, aiming to simplify dialogue (lazy & quick but effective) and to reflect wit. May stir a chuckle or ten, and obliviously inspire a susceptible trillion more to do the same.
Comfort in labeling? For many, it seems to be. Either knowingly or unaware. "Friends lists on Facebook" much?
The world we live in today.
A friend in need is a friend indeed....... a double entendre I've always liked.
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Thursday, August 2, 2012
Monday, June 13, 2011
Crazy Things That Exes Do, Which I Have No Control Over...
... Except To Laugh Later.
(not evil mocking villainous kind, more like an oh-that's-life matter-of-fact honest kind, and definitely NOT 'teehee' giggling kind)
1. Tenacious bombardment of SMSes, eMails, phone calls, messages, gifts. After politely telling them to lay off, to no avail, I knew I had to turn up a few notches and let them have it! Reluctantly, of course.
2. Online stalking, commenting on every tiny little changes I made to my profile. Oh, one went the extra mile of stalking my family and close friends too.
3. The next day after the breakup, 'I understand that we can't be together but let's be best friends forever! Come for dinner tonight and stay over! Please????'
4. Telling their friends about me, in a not-too-flattering light, of course. What's that word? Oh yaaa.... BITCHING. How do I know? Well, it's bloody obvious when their friends shoot me point blank with, 'Oh, so you're THAT guy!', wearing a not-so-subtle disapproving facial expression, followed by an awkward silence (the crickets were on sabbatical and the wind wasn't blowing), ex visibly uncomfortable & desperate for a change of subject or any sort of distraction. That biiiaaatch.
5. A postcard arrived from an ex (who broke up with me via SMS... Ya know, that's how he is remembered, the one who ended it with an SMS... I'm sure he has moved on since then to Facebook, Whatsapp or Twitter to do breakups... gotta keep up with the times!). Anyway, the really strange thing was that it wasn't addressed to ME, but to my FAMILY, thanking them for the hospitality when he came to visit 5 years before.
Huh?????? Whaaa???? I still can't figure that one out.... HUH??????
6. Ex could only remember all the bad memories and always brings them up. Geeeez, it wasn't THAT bad, was it??? I certainly remember the good memories. Especially the ones that make me smile, and of us sharing a good laugh. I think it's sad to refuse cherishing those good moments, which we had lovingly poured in so much effort and tears. Those are GOOD STUFF back there worth holding on to!
7. Disagreeing with EVERYTHING I say, and whatever that goes wrong in my life, is MY fault. Oh gee, thanks for the support and your unbiased views, 'friend'. Please scoot over from the "ex-boyfriend" to the "ex-friend" category.
8. Dishing out death threats and curses, damning me to live the rest of my life miserably, lose my job, never to find another partner in this life, and the next.
YIKES!!!
Moments later, 'I'm sorry I said all those things, I didn't mean to. I was reading this fantasy book and it filled my head with ideas.'
Okaaaaaay, I won't be having any trouble moving on from this one.
9. Cut all ties, burn all bridges, go separate ways, the end. Fair enough, fine by me, some people are wired that way. I always get a mental snail-paced looping slideshow of their grumpy faces whenever my iPod plays that John Mayer song 'Friends, Lovers or Nothing.'
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Teem
I've come to know Teem through one of my ex-partners, Frank. We were introduced to one another when they were going out. Right until today, in my eyes, he is kind, gentle, polite, unintrusive, sometimes quiet, cheeky in his own way and doesn't have a mean streak in him. Definitely one of the nicer guys I've gotten to know in my life.
Before I go on, I would like to mention the strangeness of my getting along really well with some of my friends' friends. This "second degree" friendship continues to flourish even after I've lost contact or hung out less with those "first degree" friends who got us acquainted in the first place. It has recurred more than once, like some mystifying serendipitous cosmic event. I'm not one who go out of my way to meet new people and make friends, so I cherish this curious niche of "second degree" friends with all my heart. Considering how well we get along, not surprisingly, some of them, of either gender, have expressed interest in taking the friendship further. For some reason, I could never reciprocate. I remain content with having them as friends, and the chemistry concretely reaffirms it as fact.
Teem is one of these "second degree" friends. Our friendship is mutually platonic, and will forever stay that way. We occasionally meet up for meals, fill each other in about our lives' on-goings, and complain about things that annoy us. Complaining is one of the virtues in all good friendships. We come to common ground, listen without judgment or prejudice, and laugh together. We've grown closer over the years to the state whereby we are comfortable when we run out of things to say, and the silence between topics is not unwelcome and doesn't bother us at all.
Last night, we met up for dinner and I saw a side of Teem which I've never seen before. I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised. It added a warmer depth to his already likable personality.
It all began when we were finishing up on our gelati at a cafe not far from where we had dinner in Chinatown. I was sipping my steaming peppermint tea while lamenting about my exasperation with being in and out of relationships, and meeting the wrong people all the time. I whined about how I don't intend to end up like one of those guys who are in their 50s and still single. Well, it's not my place to judge them, but I certainly dread going down that path. He openly showed his amusement at my whingeing.
And then, I commented on how lucky he was that he's got Andrew. He gave me his familiar smirk, and confessed that things are actually not going as well as I thought. Well, he had mentioned numerous times in the past that there had been some domestic incidents, but so what? That's perfectly normal. All relationships have problems.
He elaborated some more on the matter, and I admitted to him that I had no idea it was that bad. He added that they're working on it.
"We're trying our best," he said. It was a short affirmation, yet sincere and optimistic.
I gained a little more insight of Andrew's personality as he went on. I would have given up & moved on ages ago if I was going out with someone like that, I thought, and told him so. I followed it up by saying that I was impressed with his perseverance and determination to make it work. It then occurred to me that I didn't know much about his dating history, so I couldn't help myself and steered the conversation accordingly. There were only 2 guys before Andrew, he replied.
He recounted those 2 relationships indulgently, and was very forthcoming about his immaturity and utter lack of experience, as well as how much in love he was with Frank. I was completely caught off-guard by his honesty and tenderness. I could sense that he was grateful, and will always be, for what Frank had done for him, although we couldn't agree more on how extremely antagonistic, cynical and provoking Frank could be.
As he got to the subject of Andrew again, I noticed something else. No matter how disagreeable Andrew is and how tedious the relationship got, there was a detectable fondness for Andrew underlying his words, and the jokes he made about him had that same tint. As I listened, all I could do was look at him with renewed respect, offered nods of comprehension from time to time, laughed with him at his jokes, and smiled.
Eventually, we decided to call it a night and left the cafe. During our walk back to our cars, he continued making fun about Andrew's shortcomings with affection.
Just before saying goodbye, he said, "I should cook dinner soon and invite you over. It's my turn."
"Make larb! I miss your larb," I said gleefully.
"Even easier! Hahaha!" he responded.
"And it's not oily! Yaaah!" I said, recalling the earlier night's funny musing about eating lots of unhealthy food like a "greedy bitch", a term he coined.
"Have you tried my deep fried egg?" he joked. I grunted and leered at him playfully.
He loves dark chocolate and coconut juice. I'll have to remember to bring those along when the time comes.
Before I go on, I would like to mention the strangeness of my getting along really well with some of my friends' friends. This "second degree" friendship continues to flourish even after I've lost contact or hung out less with those "first degree" friends who got us acquainted in the first place. It has recurred more than once, like some mystifying serendipitous cosmic event. I'm not one who go out of my way to meet new people and make friends, so I cherish this curious niche of "second degree" friends with all my heart. Considering how well we get along, not surprisingly, some of them, of either gender, have expressed interest in taking the friendship further. For some reason, I could never reciprocate. I remain content with having them as friends, and the chemistry concretely reaffirms it as fact.
Teem is one of these "second degree" friends. Our friendship is mutually platonic, and will forever stay that way. We occasionally meet up for meals, fill each other in about our lives' on-goings, and complain about things that annoy us. Complaining is one of the virtues in all good friendships. We come to common ground, listen without judgment or prejudice, and laugh together. We've grown closer over the years to the state whereby we are comfortable when we run out of things to say, and the silence between topics is not unwelcome and doesn't bother us at all.
Last night, we met up for dinner and I saw a side of Teem which I've never seen before. I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised. It added a warmer depth to his already likable personality.
It all began when we were finishing up on our gelati at a cafe not far from where we had dinner in Chinatown. I was sipping my steaming peppermint tea while lamenting about my exasperation with being in and out of relationships, and meeting the wrong people all the time. I whined about how I don't intend to end up like one of those guys who are in their 50s and still single. Well, it's not my place to judge them, but I certainly dread going down that path. He openly showed his amusement at my whingeing.
And then, I commented on how lucky he was that he's got Andrew. He gave me his familiar smirk, and confessed that things are actually not going as well as I thought. Well, he had mentioned numerous times in the past that there had been some domestic incidents, but so what? That's perfectly normal. All relationships have problems.
He elaborated some more on the matter, and I admitted to him that I had no idea it was that bad. He added that they're working on it.
"We're trying our best," he said. It was a short affirmation, yet sincere and optimistic.
I gained a little more insight of Andrew's personality as he went on. I would have given up & moved on ages ago if I was going out with someone like that, I thought, and told him so. I followed it up by saying that I was impressed with his perseverance and determination to make it work. It then occurred to me that I didn't know much about his dating history, so I couldn't help myself and steered the conversation accordingly. There were only 2 guys before Andrew, he replied.
He recounted those 2 relationships indulgently, and was very forthcoming about his immaturity and utter lack of experience, as well as how much in love he was with Frank. I was completely caught off-guard by his honesty and tenderness. I could sense that he was grateful, and will always be, for what Frank had done for him, although we couldn't agree more on how extremely antagonistic, cynical and provoking Frank could be.
As he got to the subject of Andrew again, I noticed something else. No matter how disagreeable Andrew is and how tedious the relationship got, there was a detectable fondness for Andrew underlying his words, and the jokes he made about him had that same tint. As I listened, all I could do was look at him with renewed respect, offered nods of comprehension from time to time, laughed with him at his jokes, and smiled.
Eventually, we decided to call it a night and left the cafe. During our walk back to our cars, he continued making fun about Andrew's shortcomings with affection.
Just before saying goodbye, he said, "I should cook dinner soon and invite you over. It's my turn."
"Make larb! I miss your larb," I said gleefully.
"Even easier! Hahaha!" he responded.
"And it's not oily! Yaaah!" I said, recalling the earlier night's funny musing about eating lots of unhealthy food like a "greedy bitch", a term he coined.
"Have you tried my deep fried egg?" he joked. I grunted and leered at him playfully.
He loves dark chocolate and coconut juice. I'll have to remember to bring those along when the time comes.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Excerpts from Haruki Murakami's 'Norwegian Wood'
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
.....
I don't like having something control me like that.
....
What makes us most normal is knowing that we're not normal.
....
"What possible is stuff like that for everyday life?"
"None at all. It may not serve any concrete purpose, but it does give you some kind of training to help you grasp things in general more systematically."
...
What if there were a deus ex machina in real life? Everything would be so easy! If you felt stuck or trapped, some god would swing down from up there and solve all your problems. What could be easier than that?
...
No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. All we can do is see that sadness through to the very end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning.
...
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friendship
One of the dental assistants I work with put this on her Facebook wall, and I thought that she absolutely nailed it.
They say true friends can go long periods of time without speaking & never question the friendship.
These types of friends pick up like they just spoke yesterday, regardless of how long it has been or how far away they live, & they don't hold grudges.
They understand that life......... is... busy, but you will ALWAYS LOVE them.
These types of friends pick up like they just spoke yesterday, regardless of how long it has been or how far away they live, & they don't hold grudges.
They understand that life......... is... busy, but you will ALWAYS LOVE them.
As always, well done, Nelly! :)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Jay
The night was cold and wet. The drizzle fell with an irregular staccato of starts and stops. The view from his 5th floor motel room window offered another perspective of that bustling street, and the soft street-lamp-infused rain added texture to the canvas. It brought back brief memories of Dublin.
Although more than a foot taller than me, the contrast was far from thought now that we're lying on his motel room bed, snugly knitted in warm embrace. His long arms wrapped around me like a cocoon, my back pressed against his front, his soothing breathing on my hair, and our legs intertwined. His scent was pleasant, and it suited him.
The dreams that came in slumber fleeted ever so swiftly out of mind, as the early morning light found its way to my vision, grounding my senses and consciousness to reality. If asked what they were now, answers I have none. Disturbing they were not, but leftover impressions of strange uneasiness and unfamiliarity were strong.
Until I felt a gentle adoring kiss on my nape.
Although more than a foot taller than me, the contrast was far from thought now that we're lying on his motel room bed, snugly knitted in warm embrace. His long arms wrapped around me like a cocoon, my back pressed against his front, his soothing breathing on my hair, and our legs intertwined. His scent was pleasant, and it suited him.
The dreams that came in slumber fleeted ever so swiftly out of mind, as the early morning light found its way to my vision, grounding my senses and consciousness to reality. If asked what they were now, answers I have none. Disturbing they were not, but leftover impressions of strange uneasiness and unfamiliarity were strong.
Until I felt a gentle adoring kiss on my nape.
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