I have no friends
"hallo, are you free on Sunday evening?"
I was thinking of going to a band competition at Esplanade on Sunday. So I didn't know how to answer that question.
"Oh. Yes but I am thinking of going to a band competition on Sunday."
"Which one?"
"The one at Esplanade."
"Oh, I was going to ask you to go."
"Ok. Great. Let's go then."
"Who are you going with?"
"Err....Alone." I had pictured myself this morning holding my drink (definitely alcoholic) and watching the bands alone.
"Alone?"
Yes. What's wrong?
"Yes."
E asked me other day. "Did you go out?" E was concerned I was spending too much time teaching LQ that I wouldn't have time to go out. I had joked about not be able to date because I had to give LQ tuition and that LQ was responsible for my singlehood.
"Yes I did."
"What did you do?"
"I watched a movie."
"Oh, with who?"
"Alone."
E searched my face for an explanation.
I didn't have one. But I had to come up with one. It seemed like a right social thing to do to explain your weird behaviour away.
On the dating front, news flash today:
"I am going to be in Tokyo for a week next week. You want to come with me?"
"Sure." It was just a speech of convenience.
"You sure?! You would come with me?."
"Sure."
"You should say sure only if you are sure." I sat up and realised he was serious.
"I am sure. I am sure that I don't want to go."
"Ok, let's have a drink once I am back."
"Sure."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"Monday?"
"Oh, I got bible class on Monday."
He laughed. "Can you come up with a better excuse?"
It was not an excuse. I really got bible class on every Mondays.
Maybe life among Christians is better....
"No one knows you at church." A fellow churchmate said one day.
"Isn't that great!"
"No, it isn't. No one knows you because you are unfriendly."
Am I? But my muscles have been aching for years and I can't smile. I always got stuff stuck in between my teeth.
"Am I unfriendly?"
"No, but you told me you are."
"?????"
"Usually when I mention your name, people wouldn't know, they would ask WHO?"
"Isn't that great!"
"No, it is not great!"
"It is great." I insisted.
Maybe I should say it three times. He would be convinced.
It is great. It is great. It is great.
Am I a freak?
P/S:
Can I ask whoever is reading my blog a favour? Take your pick. Which of the following should I choose for my band (a fictious one)?
(A) Freaks (latest inspirations from this blog)
(B) Stained Spirits
(C) Desperate Icons
(D) Others...name please?
I was thinking of going to a band competition at Esplanade on Sunday. So I didn't know how to answer that question.
"Oh. Yes but I am thinking of going to a band competition on Sunday."
"Which one?"
"The one at Esplanade."
"Oh, I was going to ask you to go."
"Ok. Great. Let's go then."
"Who are you going with?"
"Err....Alone." I had pictured myself this morning holding my drink (definitely alcoholic) and watching the bands alone.
"Alone?"
Yes. What's wrong?
"Yes."
E asked me other day. "Did you go out?" E was concerned I was spending too much time teaching LQ that I wouldn't have time to go out. I had joked about not be able to date because I had to give LQ tuition and that LQ was responsible for my singlehood.
"Yes I did."
"What did you do?"
"I watched a movie."
"Oh, with who?"
"Alone."
E searched my face for an explanation.
I didn't have one. But I had to come up with one. It seemed like a right social thing to do to explain your weird behaviour away.
On the dating front, news flash today:
"I am going to be in Tokyo for a week next week. You want to come with me?"
"Sure." It was just a speech of convenience.
"You sure?! You would come with me?."
"Sure."
"You should say sure only if you are sure." I sat up and realised he was serious.
"I am sure. I am sure that I don't want to go."
"Ok, let's have a drink once I am back."
"Sure."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"Monday?"
"Oh, I got bible class on Monday."
He laughed. "Can you come up with a better excuse?"
It was not an excuse. I really got bible class on every Mondays.
Maybe life among Christians is better....
"No one knows you at church." A fellow churchmate said one day.
"Isn't that great!"
"No, it isn't. No one knows you because you are unfriendly."
Am I? But my muscles have been aching for years and I can't smile. I always got stuff stuck in between my teeth.
"Am I unfriendly?"
"No, but you told me you are."
"?????"
"Usually when I mention your name, people wouldn't know, they would ask WHO?"
"Isn't that great!"
"No, it is not great!"
"It is great." I insisted.
Maybe I should say it three times. He would be convinced.
It is great. It is great. It is great.
Am I a freak?
P/S:
Can I ask whoever is reading my blog a favour? Take your pick. Which of the following should I choose for my band (a fictious one)?
(A) Freaks (latest inspirations from this blog)
(B) Stained Spirits
(C) Desperate Icons
(D) Others...name please?
posted by eternal bough at 12:00 AM
7 Comments:
how about "Two sides to a coin" for a band name?
i kinda like "freaks"---but that's because it makes me think of "freaks and geeks" -that cool, short-lived dramedy about the 80s.
"Freaky Geeks"/ 'Geeky Freaks"?....wahlau, crapola names...guess that's why you are the rock-goddess-to-be/inspired scribe. :)
"Misfits" come to mind.
"freaks" reminds me of silverchair.
id say 'aloof' cld work.
thank you all. buy you guys coffee once that story is done.
neonangel, what are you doing up so late? you should be sleeping at 2am.
D
how about '2 is too many'? with regards to the entry...
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