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Not for Hindus ... just kidding. Random thoughts, comments on anything that takes my fancy. Strictly a my opinion only & if you do not like, don't read, agree to disagree & go away happy. No flames, (flamers OK), request for photo/green card/webcam action etc please.
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Guaranteed to Upset MM Jun 12, 2008 9:07 pm
Mood: Amused, 614 Views
This woman, aka Maxi Mounds, just entered the Guinness World Records. No guesses what for.

Her measurements are 36MMM and weigh 9 kg on each side. The rest of her details are mounted on her comp card.
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Rats - One Day Special Jun 12, 2008 7:34 pm
Mood: Cynical, 488 Views
Testing ... 1, 2 ...
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Blinkers Jun 12, 2008 3:26 am
Mood: Confused, 567 Views
Reading someone's (read Bribook) post about jealousy set me thinking.

Yes, scary thought.

I am a rather insensitive person, I reckon. It's not that I do not care about other people's feelings ... it's just that I think a lot of things are ridiculously trivial.

My girlfriends tell me I am too bloke-like in the way I think and sometimes behave. It is not a good thing apparently. Especially when you look a certain way. I have been told I have a social responsibility to at least be aware of how I look and therefore behave accordingly.

OK, in my head, I see myself as a rather tomboyish goofball who would rather hang out with friends over some pints or shishas. Extremely direct and with a sarky sense of humour. Totally uninterested in anything romantic with anyone and extremely choosy about the company she keeps.

In reality, according to abovementioned girlfriends, I am a girly girl who likes wearing little outfits, with long hair, that make men think I am up for it and women dislike me because they think the same.

Yes, the two do not mesh.

So, picture my surprise every time someone gets romantically jealous of me. Yes, jaw-dropping.

Sure, I tend to get along well with blokes because somehow we can talk about the same things without much of the pretense of demureness or girlish shock. Me? Demure? Girlish? I am about to keel over. Someone give me a beer.

Anyway, there I was, watching a friend's performance. Her husband, J, was there to chaperon and we decided that we would pop over to a nearby venue to watch another show, with her blessings.

We returned and sat down to a couple of beers as she performed. And then I saw some friends, who joined us at our table. One of them brought her two daughters.

As usual, when J and I were together, we talked about dance and footy. The European connection, although my lot did not even get to play, entailed us going on and on about who we supported and their chances. We also talked about the perils of Taiwanese girlfriends (that's another story).

In the midst of our conversation, my other friend's daughter piped in, "Aunt WHF, your boyfriend and you have great chemistry!"

Say what????

I almost choked on my beer as I hurried to assure her he was not my boyfriend and was, in fact, the dancer's husband. Bless the child as she just went "oh" with a look of dumbfounded confusion.

It was a rather awkward and embarrassed lapse of silence that followed.

After that, I made it a point to be more inhibited and less open in my interaction with J. I certainly did not want his wife getting the wrong idea as she is a fairly good friend.

It also made me think. I tend to be like that with a lot of my male mates. We get caught up in conversation. It is fast and furious. We rib each other terribly. (Wait, actually I am like that with most female friends too but girls can get touchy about some stuff while guys would just roll with the punches.)

There is absolutely zero romantic interest on either side.

But does it look different to people on the outside, looking in?

Is that why I sometimes see women giving me the glacial glares of hate? Especially when I am off jabbering bollocks with my male mates?

I swear sometimes I am tempted to put up a large sign saying, "I am not with him! We're just friends! You can have him!" just to save myself from looks that kill.

Is that why some of my married girlfriends suddenly develop a strange reluctance to have me around their husbands? Which I used to wonder about since I am known to have an extreme personal disdain of the Paris-London eyes.

You know. One eye on Paris. One eye on London. Aka cheaters.

Anyway, it made me think. I am not sure how well I can curtail my usual platonic friendliness with males I consider mates, but I am certainly going to try to be much more inhibited around the married ones.

It worries me a child thought I was attached to one.

Aside from wanting to avoid any potential fail-out from my married girlfriends ... What if a cute bloke I rather fancied thought the same? There goes my chances!
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Flowers of Doom Jun 12, 2008 1:35 am
Mood: Relieved, 503 Views
I guess I am luckier than some girls. I get flowers fairly often ... relative to most women.

It's part of the perks, if you call it that, of my job. People give you bouquets after a performance. Students and fans give you flowers as a mark of respect and appreciation.

Without sounding ungrateful or complacent, I usually do not keep them. They stay in the room until I leave, and unless they are an exceptionally beautiful bouquet of my favourite flowers, I sometimes do not even keep them more than the night. I give them to others.

Still, I am touched when I see a particularly thoughtful bouquet. A small posy of daisies handpicked by one of my students and clumsily tied with a polka-dotted bow. So unlike me and contrary to my taste but I can see the minutes of frustrated, all-thumbs agony she went through to put it together. That stayed.

A large bouquet of deep red roses with the ubiquitous babies' breathe from some admirer. The card was sufficiently cheesy to complement the unoriginal presentation. No, sir, I am not common. No, sir, I do know red roses signify passion. Yes, sir, I understand your meaning. I consigned that to the concierge to get rid of as they saw fit.

A wild flurry of yellow tiger lilies with red roses. Sigh. Why does almost everyone give red roses? But the tiger lilies ... interesting. Out of curiosity, I opened the card. Ah, from some students. Lovely.

A pretty little bouquet of white roses with forget-me-nots. Someone knew me. A look at the card confirmed it was a friend.

I distributed the red roses to some of the other dancers and girls. Every girl should have a flower when they perform. It is only good form.

I kept a couple of the tiger lilies to place in a water bottle in front of the mirror.

I did not think about the white roses till I finished and read the card properly.

It was from a male friend. Someone I occasionally caught up with when I was in town. I was planning to meet up with him and some others this time around.

I looked at the card again. His was the only name on it. Hmmmm ....

He's never sent me flowers before. This was rather out of character. Ours was not the kind of friendship where we sent each other flowers. In fact, this was downright odd.

He was obviously in the audience but I did not have the time to go out and mingle due to prior engagements.

Why the flowers?

What was going on?

I admit I am rather strange. I have no problems with strange men giving me flowers as part of the job. But when a male friend, i.e. platonic mate, sends me flowers, I get a cold chill. I actually feel my heart cringing in an odd sort of fear. I get all cold and feel as if I am receding into a vacuum.

Please, please, please ... no.

No, no, no, no, no.

I do not want to lose another male friend. I have no idea why or how or when they might get it into their heads that some kind of romantic interest may ensue. But all it does to me is give me a sick feeling in my stomach.

And I was having such a good day too.

I cautiously sent a message to him thanking him for the flowers and 'flippantly' asking what the occasion was.

My heart sank even further when I received the answer.

No real occasion. Just glad 2 c u again n wishing u luck at show. Looking 4wd 2 cing u soon.

At least there was no smiley face at the end of that.

Still uneasy but not willing to be a coward, I persevered.

Oh kewl. Ta mate. Just surprised at flowers. Never sent me flowers before. Not your style & got me worried.

Worried? Y? Can't I send u flowers?

Er, sure but just kinda strange. Oh, might not be free to meet up this time around, btw.

OK, so I am a coward. Happy?

Really? Shit. Got dumped by date so came 4 show alone. Flowers were 4 her ... she said white was bad luck & threw bk at me. Knew u wldun mind. U like white right?

Oh! Phew! Jaysus, suddenly I felt twenty times lighter, years younger and incredibly relieved. Mind? Are you mad? I am over the bloody moon!

I have no problems getting another woman's leftover flowers. If she did not appreciate them and he wanted to get rid of them ... no problem! Happy to, mate!

Just as long as they do not have any weird arse significance.

Suddenly I was free to meet up again.

Silly woman to turn down white roses just because her superstition told her white was unlucky. I never understood that. I love white flowers.

When I was young, my grandmother used to scream at me and punish me for picking and wearing the white frangipanis in the gardens. They are the flowers of death and bring bad spirits with you. Oh really? They smell nice. Can I have more to put in my room?

Thwap. Ouch.

When some students, who knew me well, gave me white lilies, an older dancer yelled at them for wishing me ill. I had to employ all my powers of diplomacy to smooth things over.

It's a pity white flowers get such a bad rep.

I would rather have a white rose any day than a giant bouquet of blood red ones. There is a language of flowers which apparently conveys intent.

But I think the language of sincerity is much more important.
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