Snapshots
#1 Clichéd ritual of the new hairdo by the miserable female
I can conclusively say now that I am not happy because I can remember a time when I was. And as a miserable git left alone with a bottle of hair dye, you’re a bona fide threat to your own safety. And as a miserable git that can’t quite remember in the morning that her hair has been transformed into the color of rust, the psychological repercussions are damaging. It’s like when Nicolas Cage woke up with John Travolta’s face in Face/Off.
He got used to it.
#2 Perhaps Last Supper Is a Bit Strong
Recovering from a bout of self-pity, I joined my housemates for a civilized candlelit al fresco dinner, right on our patio with views of our rather unimpressive but neatly groomed garden. This is proof that not all of our gatherings start and end in raucous scenes of debauchery, contrary to what our neighbors might say or speculate. The Menu:
Drinks & Appetizer
White Wine/
Garlic Bread
Spinach, Cheese & Crabstick Dip
Main Course
Oriental Style Seafood & Mushroom Noodles
Chicken Teriyaki + Steaming White Rice
Dessert
Chocolate Mousse
Sticky Date Pudding
It was a goodbye dinner of sorts. Z was flying back to KL for the holidays the next day. C will be moving out to
#3 Tree
He talked of cutting out a few old friends from his life. He wanted to start it anew and he feared that they wouldn’t let him, that their presence would impede his ability to turn over a new leaf. I told him that most human relationships are like leaves on a tree anyhow, they tend to fall off on their own when no longer needed. Friends tend to grow up and apart, there is no need to forcibly remove them.
I knew I was being corny.
