Friends Are Priceless, Their Presents Very Expensive

Eight.

Eight birthday presents I have to pay for this month. At this rate, I'm going to turn off my handphone.

Hey, its only January leh.

This made me think about what my friend mentioned about the other day.

My Head Spun

A common friend of me and Female Friend has taken great pains to indirectly warn me about Female Friend after I granted her a life-time free pass to TheBlabberingMe.

This friend posted on her blog a long and elaborate entry on Female Friend. The contents were negative, the tone hostile. Admittedly, I am shaken because I do think she knows her much better than I do.

And choosing to put it on your blog instead of slapping it straight to my face showed you cared about my feelings.

Therefore,

Thank You

Perhaps what first started out harmlessly has gotten way out of hand. I need to re-think.

My head is spinning like Saturn.

My Friend Lao Giam

Attempting to log in to this blog yesterday got me a rude shock for a message from google read, Your account has been locked, please refer to -insert's http address- for more details.

This got me puzzled as I'm pretty confident I did nothing illegal with this account. No porn arts materials, no nothing. Luckily the issue was automatically resolved within 24 hours as stated by google.

Nevertheless, yesterday was another trapped-at-home day with my lazy arse stuck at home. A hastily arranged dinner cum look at pretty girls session with my friend Lao Giam and gang felled though when too many people had pre-arranged plans.

Now, you'll be wondering why my friend is known as Lao Giam. (Lao=Old, Giam=Thrifty). On our trip to Taiwan, his reluctance to spend money unless absolute necessary earned him his, I suspect, life time nickname. He is so giam siap that he chose to lug his 25kg luggage home on bus and foot rather than hail a taxi from the airport after a 8-days energy sapping holiday trip.

But my friend, Lao Giam, can be quite smart and funny at times. On MSN, he stated and I quote,

Christmas is only fun for people who
1)have girls to call girlfriends
2)have invitations to attend christmas parties

And so for people like us who do not belong to Group 1 or Group 2, we find our skinny arse rotting back at home.

I Is Boyfriend Material. Are You?

I discovered that I have been bringing up this particular quote this week : (insert friend's name) is so boyfriend material !

It came about when a guy friend of mine, E-Cup Head (so called due to his very big head), suddenly stopped in front of some movie posters.

He then declared with the dun-argue-with-me-cos-i-think-i'm-damn-correct look : I want to watch Enchanted , the Bee Movie and Fred Claus because I think they are nice movies.

Being a manly guy, I died again.

I was very shocked because those are chic movies. And only girls want to watch chic movies.













Which guy will want to watch the above movies?!?!

But seeing his dun-argue-with-me-cos-i-think-i'm-damn-correct look, I told him saying such a statement to a girl will get him +3 Boyfriend Material Points (BMP). Thus he is boyfriend material.

Needless to say, E-Cup Head was very happy for the rest of the day.

But the main point of this post is I think I am more boyfriend material.

- I am not rich (-1 BMP) so I never go Geylang or dirty karaoke before (+2 BMP)

- I not romantic (-1 BMP) which makes me unpopular with other girls except my girlfriend(+2 BMP)

- I am short (-1 BMP) but I only chase short skirts (+2 BMP)
(short skirts=short girls wearing short skirts. of course must be cute la)

And the last critical reason,

- I am straight. Straighter than a straight line. (+10 BMP)

In conclusion, I am at least +13 BMP. At least. Because listing out everything will take forever you know.

And so I is Happy Man.

So drop an dating invitation email to theblabberingme@gmail.com now ! Ladies only please.

Emphasise: Ladies only please.

I Was The Third Party

I never thought that this could happen. To make things worse, everyone else knew about it. I was very well the last.

And I only found out at the very last moment.

The very very last moment when I saw him. We were supposed to go to this Nike warehosue sale together. Only to see his girlfriend clinging next to him like a koala bear.

Nabeh.

Why must call me out to go when he got pretty girlfriend already. Shining like a light bulb brighter then the freaking sun, I struggled to maintain the no-go zone between me and them.

And I also struggle not to steal some glances at his quite pretty girlfriend who was in a quite figure-hugging shirt. Hmmm.. my friend has good tastes. Hmmm.. my friend's girlfriend does not have very good tastes though.

Because I bro-before-hoes, I must attempt not to stare at my friend's girlfriend.

I must admit though, I was not very successful in my attempts.