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Soh Be It

In Relationships on January 29, 2013 at 9:10 am

The curse of the pretty face.  This friend’s prettiness has led her down some dark paths with the opposite sex, I surmise. Though the details are never really shared with me, I sense an underlying sense of loneliness and feeling taken advantage of emanating from this friend.

Being a pretty lady with a pleasant personality, and a ready smile, she is the object of many men’s attentions.  However, from going out with staunch vegetarians to quiet doctors and eclectic pilots, I wonder if this friend of mine is unable to find a better lot?  And these are the guys who are interested in her.  I guess she must have also been slightly interested in them to go out with them, but this story is yet to unfold in its entirety.  I would love to sit with her to share her stories, but that day has yet to come.


Chew What?

In Relationships on January 23, 2013 at 3:18 pm

One of my older friends, we got to meet up this year as a group. The previous years had given my friend a girlfriend, a husband, two children and now she is settled in and ready to socialise with us again.

This is one of those lives who I like writing about – it just goes to show how quirky life can be – and you know what? No matter how quirky yours gets and through all the ups and downs, your friends will always support you no matter what.

This particular friend has has an interesting journey in her relationships I find. Tall, slim and pretty, she somehow didn’t have many boyfriends throughout her tertiary years.  After school, she hooked up with an old senior and became her girlfriend – and one day she candidly (and a little worriedly) told me that she had turned lesbian – and she sounded like she found it unbelievable.  But she had the confidence and knew that she was loved and cherished by her family and her friends, which gave her the courage to say it out loud.  Not that she proclaimed her relationship and flaunted it, but just having the courage to understand and accept things as they were and face it – that was courageous.

This friend brings to mind the many hours of hanging out we did, and how I was always entranced by her boldness and her confidence, even though she was also insecure.  She was funny and real.  Her parents had brought her and her sisters up with no pretensions and she was about as bare-faced a friend one could hope for.  She gave her opinions truthfully and made her comments with no malice. This is why she was respected, and fun to be with.

Fast forward several years, same friend decides that she wanted to have children. She found herself a boyfriend from within her colleagues and shortly thereafter, got married to him. She now has a daughter.  The twists that life’s journey takes us is indeed captivating.  And the true stories I hear are often more dramatic that the movies…and they are so enthralling.

May the stories never end!


Vendetta B

In Resolutions on January 14, 2013 at 9:11 am

Oooh a nasty post this will be.  This friend sounds like she has a personal vendetta against everything wrong and right in her life.  Although she starts off relatively cheerful, it takes just an hour too long to hear her start to rant about everything and anything that she is not personally involved in.

I thought that we could restart a relatively decent friendship, seeing that we keep bumping into each other, but hearing her rant about the fates of so and so type of people, the problem with the so and so industry, the issues of the so and so company…I recalled that day on the train station platform where I had a brief conversation with her after a school reunion we had just both attended, and my walking away with mixed feelings. On one hand, I sympathised with her then based on her stories, but on the other, they were so vilely  bitter that I did not want to spend another minute in her company.  I shared the feeling with a close friend who also knew her and this friend, mature and wise in her thoughts always said, “If you think that you cannot be her friend and you cannot give her or take from her what a friendship means to you, then there is no point being her friend.”  How true.  It would be better of for Vendetta B to find friends who could commiserate, sympathise, empathise and advise, while I find friends who I could do the same with.

Too-da loo!

A Wee Bit Sticky

In Entrepreneurship on January 4, 2013 at 5:54 am

Ms Sticky and I bumped into each other at an event where I was serving drinks and where she was attending as her husband’s spouse.

The event brought us back to our old days in the hall and the time of wanton youthful days. Oh well, not that wanton. Considering that we hardly knew each other, it was quite an eye-opener to realise that the common heritage we shared meant a common lingo we could connect with.

Shortly after, I met Ms Sticky and her close friend just for old times’ sake.  the evening was fun and uproariously funny – with anecdotes and stories from each other’s lives – women going about their daily lives and doing their best to be the best they could – as mother, friend, neighbour, sister, colleague, employer, employee.  Down-to-earth women conversations, with a touch of wistfulness as we wonder what life could have been.

Ms Sticky started an online business and her talent shows clearly in her choice of topics.  She has a knack with her fingers – that is all I can say and I am duly impressed with her works of art.  She has found fulfilment in being a mother, a wife, a daughter and a friend to her closest and dearest and life is brimming over with joy. But I sense an uncertainty and disquiet about Ms Sticky as she postulates and asks questions about the other parts of life that she has had to give up for her family. Missing her youthful days is one.

Well Ms Sticky,  perhaps its just disquiet now, but I hope you will feel the satisfaction of this life path of yours. I wish you all the best always, and look forward to another fun-filled evening with you when perhaps your children are more independent.  In the meanwhile, my thoughts are with you as I fondly remember our reconnection.

The start of another year

In Resolutions on January 1, 2013 at 8:40 am

There, I’ve done it, 52 in 52 weeks. Although there are a few more I could have written about, It’s best I stick to the original 52 I had planned. This year, I made many new friends, indeed. I am not sure if it was because of my resolution, or of situations around me that made this possible, but when I think back, I believe that it was my mission that drove this whole thing. Because I made the effort to, and I told friends about it, it has become possible. And over the months, it also became easier to meet people,

I am amazed with the stories I have heard, and with the different lives people lead. I will continue this meet up thing for the next 52 weeks to see where it takes me. 52 weeks, 52 friends, 29 new, 23 old, 35 guys, 17 gals, 8 chemistry experiments, 9 strange encounters…all in all, an exciting tally!

Onward to 2013!