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Truth or dare

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When you know it’s love

Not sure if you remember this particular episode on Friends but it was one titled “The One With The Truth About London” in its season 7 — which revealed how Monica and Chandler actually got together.

Turns out that Chandler wasn’t Monica’s first choice that night. She wanted Joey and he wasn’t available while Chandler was there instead. So they hooked up and they have been together ever since. Some would even say they were meant to be. Until Chandler found out that he wasn’t Monica’s first choice and he went to sulk in Central Perk cafe.

[Scene: Central Perk, Chandler is sulking on the couch as Joey enters to talk with him.]

Joey: “I don’t want you to be upset.”

Chandler: “How can I not be upset? Okay? I finally fall in love with this fantastic woman and it turns out that she wanted you first.”

Joey: “Yeah, for like half-an-hour one night. Chandler, she wants you for the rest of her life! You’re so lucky! Look what I missed out on by not being there! Although you know what? It could never have worked like you guys did …

“‘cause you guys are perfect for each other. Yer know, we look at you and … and we see you together and it just … it – it fits. Yer know? And you just know it’s gonna last forever.”

Chandler: “That’s what you should say.” (Smiles.)

Joey: “What?”

Chandler: “When you’re marrying us, that’s what you should say.”

Awwwwww, it was such a happy ending about two people who were brought together by fate (and destiny) and overcame the odds to be in a loving, lasting relationship.

Which led me to a scenario …

Let’s say someone plays Truth or Dare with you and it’s your turn so you chose to tell the truth. Just like in a scene from Big Bang Theory (season 4) when Penny, Bernadette and Amy had a girls’ night out.

They ask: “Why are you still hanging out with her much even though you broke up?”

Someone else agrees. “For two people who claim to be no longer a couple, you spend an inordinate amount of time in each other’s company and talk to each other a lot,” they say.

Maybe you’d reply: “Okay, look, just because we’re not seeing each other any more doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. I mean, she’s great.”

And if they ask “Then why did you terminate your relationship?”

What would you say? That you don’t know? That she got really serious, and you weren’t ready for it?

So my question to you is this: “How would you react if, in the future, you become ready for it, and I am unavailable, because someone else has realised that I am — to use your words — a great person to be with?”

What would you do then? Or in fact, what would you do now? I’d like the truth please.

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For he’s a jolly good hero

In the week where Jesus died and came back to life, I managed to crash the side of my dad’s car badly, lived through the guilt [sheepishly], celebrated his birthday* [awkwardly] and paid up for the car repairs with my savings from the last three months [painfully]. I was planning to use the money to go on a holiday which I badly needed since the start of the year so I will be having a staycation instead.

I sound totally stoked, I know and I’m also seriously considering the possibility of staying away from the Interweb during the staycation so I can concentrate on playing this game.

Being a pseudo rock ‘n’ roll hero surrounded by the adoring homely comforts such as the glossy Playstation 3, stacks of DVDs and the cushy bed. Can’t complain really. Not after you watch this video below.

*Never knew my dad had that many wild army stories stored away. Will definitely have to note it down in the next post.

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Listening: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Watching this song played live in concert just gave me goosebumps all over. It is that brilliant. Maybe I’m feeling the lyrics literally somehow.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when, you’re gonna let me in. I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

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Why you should never keep certain pets

I'm gonna be pretty someday

I'm gonna be pretty someday

There is just a certain type of pet you should never keep when you are a child or currently raising children. My first pet was a caterpillar. As you can imagine, that might have just screwed me up a little when it comes to the idea of raising pets 22 years on.

My dad and I were playing in the living room one day when we spied a grubby little wormlike creature on the ground. Seen through my wide innocent eyes, this crawlie thingy was the best thing one could ever find in an afternoon playtime. Dad asked if I fancy watching the caterpillar turn to a butterfly. If you had the same book (pictured above) I had in your childhood, you would think “My very own Hungry Caterpillar”! Oh, the cupcakes you can watch it eat, leaving holes of rampage in its path of feasting.

Of course, I was made to promise to keep it in somewhat of a good shape by not forgetting to feed or look at it occasionally. I forgot if I had given it a name though, but if the memory does come back to me, I shall remember it fondly.

Week One: It laid on the huge cabbage leave inside a cosy* plastic Tupperware. Did not appear to have moved at all. Eat, sleep, eat. Possibly one of the most self indulgent pets ever.

Week Two: Bits of the various leaves were chewed on. Caterpillar remained still whenever my big face approached its home. Got fatter. Shed some weird skin too.

Week Three: Watching it move was like watching paint dry. You never know if it’s even doing it. But obviously, it was doing its exercise in the middle of night when I was asleep. Always at a different spot on the leave the next day. Deprived me of having fun watching it, that fat hairy bastard.

Week Four: From a fat fugly caterpillar, it became a cocoon. I could sit in front of it all day long. I wonder if it ever felt conscious of itself, like getting chills down your back whenever you sense someone looking at you intensely from the back.

The Big Day: As I impatiently ran to see if it had emerged from its cocoon, I saw hints of dark wings behind the leave. Grinning widely, I nudged the leave aside and there it was, in all its winged glory, a dusty looking moth.

Twenty two years on, I still ask myself sometimes infrequently whenever I wake up in the middle of the night to wee. “Why wasn’t it a butterfly?”

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Zits are seriously hilarious

Teenage angst always fun to laugh at

Teenage angst always fun to laugh at

Right, in case you are possibly blind, I will be nice and do up a transcript for you. One of the best observational pieces on the new generation teens and their modern age woes you’ll ever see.

Zuma (also known as the only girl in the comic strip above): I am so (angry face) furious at Mr Levin.

Today he was all (exaggerated mocking face) “Read chapters 11-29 tonight”.

(Pouty face) How am I supposed to do THAT? Jerk!

Nerdy boy’s turn to speak: Zuma, is there any reason that you’re narrating your facial expressions?

Zuma: Skin care! I’m not going to get (eye rolls) wrinkles because of homework!

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It’s a big big moon in a big big world

Interesting enough, I did a Google News search for this lunar eclipse and out of the 26 hits on related top stories, 11 were from India news media outlets. What aren’t you telling us, India?

Oh, and moon, good job on trying to pass yourself off as a giant cookie. Almost got me there.

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

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Midweek beer is all sorts of aces

I am looking at making Midweek Beer a compulsory afterwork tradition. Honestly, if you are a corporate rat like I am, it’s a must to celebrate this midweek high. After all, it is an achievement of some sort to get through Monday and Tuesday unscatched.

Of course, go mental and have your ice cold Midweek Beer with crispy pork knuckle on the side. Absolutely brilliant.

Never has pig look so fine

Never has pig look so fine