Passion is Thy Name!

Friends make my world go round. Some are so dear that they are almost family. Similarly for most people, my friends are categorised according to the way we interact, the way we relate to each other and most essentially, the way our minds and hearts connect.

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Of coz there are many different levels and categories for the folks who touch our lives but for simplicity sake, let’s just call out the 2 main categories :

1. Friends
2. Acquaintances

I won’t go into details of explaining how these 2 categories work. I think you know very well how they are differentiated, ya?

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What I will go into is the category in-between those two, what I call my “FQ” - ‘Frenquaintance’. They are the ones who :

• Only contact you when they need some advice/favor/tips/etc…
• Sometimes make you feel that your friendship is one-sided
• Can’t be completely honest with you because ‘duwan to hurt your feelings mah’
• Have looks in their eyes that send out different messages to the ones verbalised to you
• Laugh at you with others behind your back (but feel slightly guilty abt it)

The thing is, these folks are closer to me in my heart than just my acquiantances but yet, they have shown/proven themselves to be less than friends.

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Of late, I realised a lot of my friends are actually my FQs. I have gone through a roller-coaster ride of emotions when I put together all their actions (or inaction) and words (or silence) in my mind.

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With a heavy heart, I wondered about how I should place them in my Life. Should I just stop initiating contact with them (most of the time, it’s one-sided anyways)?  Or should I just shut them out of my heart completely to avoid getting hurt further?

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No, I will NOT allow you folks to hurt me anymore. If my offering of a sincere friendship is not appreciated, there really is no point offering it in the first place, is there?

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Definitely not.

Hi folks!
Greetings from a 10-day old. Yuppp, I am a lucky 08.08.08 baby and my name is Glen.

Continue reading ‘New Dude on the Block’

That’s what her family call her.
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But for the dog years that I’ve known her, I’ve never called her by that name. She’s always been "B" to me. And to all the girls she bullied in school. Yes, she was our infamous school bully. Some grew up fearing her, some loathed her, some were attracted to her like moths to fire, and me…I grew up loving and hating her at the same time.
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I still remember vividly the day we got our Rubella shots when we turned 12. As we sat in the library nursing our jabbed shoulders, B ran around slapping all the girls’ shoulders. While most cringed in fear and shock, I stared back at her - challenging her to slap my shoulder. She took one long look at me before running off to bully someone else. I think she realised then that we were on equal ground.
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Fast forward a couple of years, we found ourselves spending alot of time together. She was actually a really smart student and was a favourite amongst our teachers. Unfortunately, she was lazy. Always looking for shortcuts to do things. They say the smartest of them all are always the laziest. I couldn’t agree more.
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The year we turned 17, she moved out of her grandmother’s place and cramped into my room for a couple of months. My mom loved her dearly (and still do today). Yes, she has a skill that many worked hard to obtain - the ability to have women eating out of her palm.
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Being the carefree person that she is, I was not surprised when she announced that she was leaving Penang to look for a job the day I received news that I had obtained a place for Pre-U.
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Over the years, we met up here and there. Not often though. Perhaps once every few years. She led a life that was totally different from mine. Yet, our bond was never broken.
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Last week, she texted me to tell me that she will be back in Penang for 3 days. Of coz I was elated. Met up with her for lunch today. It was amazing how easily we picked things up between us. She is still the same crazy person and hehe, still very much a bully. I felt sorry for the waitor she gave a hard time to.
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I am not sure when I will see her again but one thing’s for sure, she has a permanent spot in my heart.
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This is May aka B.
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Till we meet again.

It rained cats & dogs mid-morning on Thursday. Many parts of the FTZ area were flooded.
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As I drove to the office to pick up some peeps for lunch, I saw folks getting drenched trudging to their cars. Even though armed with brollies, they looked like wet rats. Heh…that says alot about our cafeteria food, eh?
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Thanks to JE, the drive downtown was a short one.
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We headed to our favourite Hokkien mee place in town. Remember this and this? The makeshift stall has been demolished to make way for road expansion and thankfully, the owner moved some 50m down the road to a proper building. So, we will get to enjoy our bowls of Hokkien mee for a long time to come. :)))
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Today, all 8 of us ‘tham ciak kooi’s enjoyed a good hour of great food and even greater company.
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Hokkien mee never tasted better!

Someone recently remarked that my Sweetheart reminded her of a character from her favourite cartoon - SpongeBob SquarePants.
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I thought it was comical … until I took this picture of him last Sunday. Then I realised the striking resemblance.
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See below and tell me what you think.
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The irony is, he hates squids.
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We go for our favourite mee sotong at the Esplanade food court and he transfers all the ’sotong’ to me. I, on the other hand, transfer half of my ‘mee’ to him. Yes, we do make the perfect couple. When it comes to food … and others.
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Hehe…I may get into trouble for putting this one up today. But hey, a little love here and there goes a loooonnnggg way.

For those who don’t know what the above means, read it up here.
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Most men I know cringe at the mention of it while most women just either smile knowingly or just plain snicker.
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The cold truth is, most women don’t find whipped guys appealing. No matter how many hoops he’s willing to jump through, the women will never really be impressed. Depending on the type of woman who’s holding the whip handle, the guy will either get the cold shoulder or worse, get strung along just for kicks or for the financial benefits. Yes it’s true. Some women can be real bitches. 
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The thing is, these whipped guys are fully aware of what they are doing and despite that little nagging voice that tells them what fools they are to be whipped like that, they will always rationalise it as "She’s worth it". Trust me guys. Any woman who takes pleasure in having your balls removed is totally not worth it. She should only want and love you for who you are, not who she wants you to be.
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To all my guy friends who are willingly whipped, I hope for your sake that the woman is truly worth it.
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Otherwise, all you need to remember is this : There are many other fishes in the sea.

To quote the birthday boy, he is our ULTIMATE ‘loe’/stim/blur buddy.
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Here is the reason how he got that title.
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Damn right you are, birthday boy!
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Happy quarter of a century!!! *hugz*

Their time together was short. Yet, it felt like time stood still when they were together.
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It’s sweet.
It’s physical.
It’s WOW!
It’s madness.
It’s … just not meant to be.
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It may very well be one of those magical moments which we all wake up from and wonder "Was that just a beautiful dream or did that really happen?"
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And so, they went back to their different lives with that special memory buried deep in their hearts.