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Blast From The Past The world is a very small place. I had barely arrived in Malaysia and was at a pharmacy when I thought I spotted a familiar face. It could not be. She was much bigger and looked a bit like a hausfrau. But the face was definitely familiar. For a split second I debated whether I should call out her name into the busy street. A flashback of a bunch of very pissed women and the smallest of them lifting a full-grown man in the air broke my usual reticence. "C! C! Is that you?" The woman turned around, walked a few steps closer, squinted myopically at me and then lifted her middle finger at me before she called me a bloody biatch. It was her alright. It had been years. More than a decade. We used to hang out together as a cohort of young, rather unrestrained females who could out drink, out dance and out party most men. As a group, we were a holy terror that struck fear into most sane men and in her case, just struck some men. She was a munchkin. Yes, even smaller than MM. But muscularly compact and with the strength of five men packed into one tiny firecracker of a woman. Her mouth was so foul that sailors have been known to flee her presence in mortified embarrassment. Some called her vulgar and uncouth but there was a realness and flaming vibrancy to this diminutive live-wire. Nothing was sacred to her and she was so down to earth, she was living magma. I liked her immensely and we used to have tremendous fun that would have turned my poor grandmother's hair white all over again. But what on earth was she doing in Malaysia? The last I saw of her, we were in Germany and she had just met the love of her life. Yet again. Catching up was a little awkward at first and there was some wariness on her side. I noticed her eyes kept tracing my silhouette and wondered at that. Then as we spoke, I realised why. She had quit drinking and laughingly blamed her weight gain on that. Ah, I see. She had gained the weight of a middle-aged woman and looked like the hausfrau she was. While I had pretty much remained the same as when we used to fly the skies and terrorise the ground. I refuse to apologise but the cognition of her issue with the disparity did make me more careful in my speech. Her wariness faded somewhat and we made plans to catch up over lunch while I was there. But only after she gained some satisfaction from learning that I was not attached and had continued dancing all these years. In her mind, she felt that we were now equal since she had one-upped me somehow. Her weight gain and physical appearance were not as glaringly disadvantageous now that she could feel superior in the fact that she was married with . In her mind, I was now lesser because I only managed to maintain my shape and appearance at the cost of these. How do I know this? Because I am a freaking mind reader. No, actually because this happens a lot to me. I meet old classmates, friends, etc and they are usually rather unpleasantly surprised that I seem pretty much the same sans some wrinkles. The wariness kicks in. They do not want to speak with me due to their own embarrassment at the comparison. So I hand them a bone. I tell them I have had to pay the price by not getting or remaining married and never having . Suddenly I am acceptable again. Of course I do not tell them I have no interest in relationships and am not fond of and cannot imagine a worse fate than being married with for me. I let them find out after they have opened up their minds and cleared their own sense of insecurity. Lunch will be very interesting indeed. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people. |
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5/3/2008 7:28 am |
 Sometimes I wish I'd had more ambition than to be a Mother, geez it's hard work my eldest is 21 this year, he's not at home now and is doing OK, but he gave me years of absolute hell My second sadly died, due to forces beyond my control (freaking hospital) My fight for the truth, still goes on. My third is everything I could have been given different life chances and my fourth thinks he is the 'The Man of the house' Why wasn't I able to dance  (MMMM no rude comments like you need to be vertical to dance not horizontal  )A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
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5/3/2008 7:36 am |
glad you said MOST men whats it all about if you cant have a laugth and a shag every now and then
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So go on then....what's going to happen over lunch? Nicely written, i found it quite readable.  Whatever I do or say....I come in peace.
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I don't get why some women always feel that need for one-upsmanship. I've never felt the need to compare myself to other women because, well, what's the point? I'll still be short and flat-chested with a big schnoz--I've accepted that as my lot in life--and am quite happy with who I am. The way I see it, comparing myself in how I stack up against other women is a futile exercise--there will always be someone prettier or uglier than me, so why even bother? I mean, you got the boobs, I got the bum, we eat like a coupla truckers and could've talked all night if the Four Seasons didn't start vacuuming--real friends don't feel the need to compete, do they? They're too busy having fun with each other. Hubby and I listening to your CD (cracked up at the I'm The Man song) and we're both missing you already. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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5/4/2008 7:10 am |
Most women are intricately made beings, and their ways of thinking are very subtle(I said so as if I were not female. ). Their special awareness of physical appearance has a lot to do with their willingness to meet men's aesthetic norms.
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Sometimes I wish I'd had more ambition than to be a Mother, geez it's hard work my eldest is 21 this year, he's not at home now and is doing OK, but he gave me years of absolute hell> My second sadly died, due to forces beyond my control (freaking hospital) My fight for the truth, still goes on. My third is everything I could have been given different life chances and my fourth thinks he is the 'The Man of the house' Why wasn't I able to dance (MMMM no rude comments like you need to be vertical to dance not horizontal )I ache for your grief and hunt for the truth regarding your second son and wish you peace. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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glad you said MOST men In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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LOL, sorry to disappoint you but I went to get some saline solution and lip balm as I had absent-mindedly left it behind. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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So go on then....what's going to happen over lunch? Nicely written, i found it quite readable. Well, actually lunch was spent with her complaining non-stop about her mother, listing down all the going-ons of mutual friends and her admonishing me for "wasting those hips" by not getting shackled and having kids. *Roll eyes* And also with her asking me for tips on how to keep fit. Which was ironic as I was busy stuffing my face with super yummy Japanese food as she was regaling me with gossip. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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I don't get why some women always feel that need for one-upsmanship. I've never felt the need to compare myself to other women because, well, what's the point? I'll still be short and flat-chested with a big schnoz--I've accepted that as my lot in life--and am quite happy with who I am. The way I see it, comparing myself in how I stack up against other women is a futile exercise--there will always be someone prettier or uglier than me, so why even bother? I mean, you got the boobs, I got the bum, we eat like a coupla truckers and could've talked all night if the Four Seasons didn't start vacuuming--real friends don't feel the need to compete, do they? They're too busy having fun with each other. Hubby and I listening to your CD (cracked up at the I'm The Man song) and we're both missing you already. Can't help the other two though just like me bum ... I love that song! Miss you both (and David) already and so much happened after you left! Z and A went ape-shit just because I guest performed at the restaurant! It's insane. A jihad has been called and even in Malaysia they have heard of it. I had to be told of it when I arrived. Absolute insanity. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Most women are intricately made beings, and their ways of thinking are very subtle(I said so as if I were not female. ). Their special awareness of physical appearance has a lot to do with their willingness to meet men's aesthetic norms.Actually women are much harsher about their fellow kind's appearances than men. Some bloke once asked me if I dressed for men and I said no, I dress for women as they are more likely to tear your physical appearance apart while men would just kept stuck on your T&A. But actually I dress for myself. LOL. Too lazy and cantankerous to do otherwise. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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Ta for the compliment. Well, actually lunch was spent with her complaining non-stop about her mother, listing down all the going-ons of mutual friends and her admonishing me for "wasting those hips" by not getting shackled and having kids. *Roll eyes* And also with her asking me for tips on how to keep fit. Which was ironic as I was busy stuffing my face with super yummy Japanese food as she was regaling me with gossip. damm those wasted hips ,still as long as the nosh was up to standard.Being regalled with gossip can be a tiresome affair.. Whatever I do or say....I come in peace.
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LOL, no it wasn't but your Indra sounds like a Sharon I met in Frankfurt a long time ago. She was a Singaporean and was shouting so loudly in a pub that I looked at her, got caught and then she insulted me in Singlish. Which I understood so I insulted her back in Singlish too. We became friends but she was one of the most obnoxious women I had ever met in Germany. LOL. Maybe Indra & her were related. In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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damm those wasted hips,still as long as the nosh was up to standard.Being regalled with gossip can be a tiresome affair..If I were a bloke and my woman kept gossiping like that all the time, I would be in the pub every second of the day too. Am getting a headache just remembering the gossip ... In the immortal words from 6th Sense ... I see stupid people.
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