A Tribute to Miss. Hepburn

Miss. Hepburn and I have certainly had a distinct histroy of friendship, I think this history deserves a calling and appraisal.

I met her when I was 7, she was my first and only best friend. Though, I have to admit, she was a litte bossy, she taught me how to tie my shoe laces and subsequently made me tie her own all the time.

The blissful times only lasted for a year; she ditched me for another girl and I was alone, again. Ofcourse, 10 years later we were friends again once the childishness of our past had dissipated, she has been with me ever since, pointing out my typos, calling me a serial killer of all jokes and telling me I'm not fat. She has never failed to support me.

We have our differences, but they've never obstructed our friendship. There is a unbalance in the amount of affection displayed between us, but that's just the way we are.

Miss. Hepburn is the hottest thing that walks the planet :P

Of surprises and Humiliation

I was at the grounds of my former education today. It was rather sad walking around and not expecting to bump into anyone I knew, there was a sort of loneliness to it.

I decided to enter my old building to pray, after which I went into the ladies toilets in order to get a tissue for my unpredictable nose. On my way to the tissue dispenser I was interrupted by a sudden blur and LO! It turned out to be Miss. Tooting! We were both so surprised that all we managed to say was 'AAAHH!!!' while pointing vehemently, the warmth of the moment was rather blunted as Miss. Tooting had to wash her hands, making me wait for the inevitable bone cracking hug filled with months of separation.

It was a staggered, yet wonderful surprise. We asked each other what we were doing in the specific building. I was also pleasantly surprised and rather amused that Mr. Grrr and other friends were in the very foyer that I had passed on my way to the restroom.

I got to see them and we were all happily surprised at the entrance of each others company. There was the usual 'How are you?'s a and 'How's life?'s questions I usually despise as there are only so many ways of answering them: 'I'm fine, I'm good, I'm scarred for life'. But today these questions were taken without complaint as I was genuinely happy.

I can't wait for next week where I will start my new (and improved) life as a Masters student. I just hope I'll be able to control the time I chat with them, I'll end up not working then!

My happiness was suddenly killed off by my appointment with a careers advisor. I was not apprehensive of this as I usually gain good advice and esteem on these visits. However, for some reason I was unlucky enough to be paired with Miss. Smileless, a stern woman who despised shaking my hand t our introduction or even sitting next to me during our meting. The detestable creature sat across from me and took her time assessing documents, a forged aura of superiority clouded her s she embarked on how 'poor' my English was (First time I ever felt like a freshy), how un-evidenced my skills were amongst other shortcomings. She even went so far as to accuse me of copying my work from someone else.

I had enough pride to have allowed a severe look of disgust on my face when she said this. Making her loose eye contact.

Living a life where I come across this sort of treatment all the time made me acquire some immunity to her 'civil' emotional beatings. However, I was very hurt. I believed there could have been better ways she could have portrayed her points. The entire meeting felt like I was back at school, being told off for homework I hadn't done, how this would affect my entire life and how I was doomed for failure.

I felt very insecure in that room with her, as though any armour I had was stripped away, leaving all humiliation exposed. It was very difficult for me to think 'this is for my own good, take on board what she has to say and focus on positivity'. It was so hard that my thoughts quickly changed to 'lets just get out of here'.

Looking back, she seemed very distrustful as she was the one who was late and made it sound like it was my fault for reducing the meeting from 20 to 15 minutes. She smiled once, that was when I left the room, as though giving me a vote of confidence. She even made it out as though I was supposed to have followed her step by step instructions in a leaflet I had never known she had written.

The meeting to me was a disaster, I came out feeling like an incompetent fool whose only purpose in life, is to try and fail, concurrently. I doubt this is the real job of a careers advisory service, aren't they supposed to guide and support you? Rather than step on and pulverise you?

Maybe I should have gone when I had more esteem or confidence, I'm fully aware that is what I vastly lack, and I guess meeting Miss. Smileless was a sensitive thing for my unconfident nature.

The great things about friends, is that they soak up your misfortunes without any damage to themselves and leave you feeling blissful again. That's why I'm very grateful for Miss. Tooting and Mr. Grr being there today. I would've remained on the verge of tears for the rest of the day otherwise.

A cosy homely time out.

I spent a wonderful time with some old friends today (they're not old, I've just been with them for quite a while, which makes me sound old now).

My punctuality took a turn for better spirits as I was actually early! Miss. Kon, Miss Nigerian Nurse and Miss. Palm Tree were not, unfortunately. They proved themselves timely by arriving and hour late while walking aimlessly in circles trying to find the restaurant. Miss Hepburn adopted my norm and didn't show up at all.

Being Miss. Hard-Shopper's birthday's celebration, I felt that fireworks, a large hotel reception and a rave were in order. However, we took the quieter option and ate homely Italian food (Pizza) in the not so homely city of London. Not all of us had pizza, Miss. Hard-Shopper ate a Pasta with GREEN CHILLIES! And Miss. Palm Tree ate a salad.

We talked and talked and talked and talked! It was bliss. Men don't really understand how women can talk to each other for hours on end without stopping, I think it's an expression of love, affection and care. of course when the conversation turns to very female orientated topics that's just general chatting.

A record was unknowingly broken during the meal, Miss. Liquid Scatterer did not spill a single drop of her drink and managed to hydrate herself successfully. I remember the waitress removing the cups and bottles from the table rather nervously though, as if she felt a spilling aura from my friend. Miss. Liquid Scatterer actually was so excited in having a meal out and celebrating birthdays, that she actually arrived 24 hours too early and was surprised when forced to understand that she had proven herself too punctual. Fortunately for her, she was able to leave and return the next day.

It had been so long since I had seen Miss Nigerian Nurse, I was having spasms of happiness at the sight of her! She has grown into a responsible woman with sense and taste, however her mind has been slightly deviated, most likely at the hands of Miss. Kon.

We took photos! usually, I took to some embarrassment when this part would come, but for some reason, I was very happy with all the flashes and posing and smiling for too long. It allowed me to express something like unity with my friends, I think It made me feel young again I suppose.

We left the restaurant 2 hours after I had stepped into it. What happened next is rather inappropriate to talk about so I'll finish it here on a never-ending cliff-hanger.

I love you all, wonderful ninjas!

Reflection

I have been recently contemplating the philosophy that surrounds the word 'friendship'. I have noticed that my friends from years ago are not the same people they once were, and that I no longer am the same person I was either.

Having used to be incredibly sheltered for virtually all my school days, I am happy to say that my personality was probably one of an innocent, naive and rather hyper girl. I remember being happy that I was away from all the dark things I had heard of on the news and books which I had never even became indirectly known to. Of course, being shut in a cage for my own protection was not something I was totally happy with at the time, but looking back, I am extremely grateful for my upbringing. I have no idea what type of person (despite how deviated I have gone) I would have been if it was not for my parents and school.

Funny how you only realise it when time had stretched you away from your previous life, perhaps I would have been more appreciative and more willing to learn if I had know the true meaning of the style of my upbringing.

As to friends, I worry if the little sanctuary of happiness I have with them now will eventually dissipate to civil acquaintance. People change, I am very aware of that. I feel that everyone is dispersing to new stages in life and that the blissful times we once had won't ever be able to be achieved again.

*sigh* oh well.

A tribute to Mr. King Kon

I would just like to say a few words about my friend Mr. King Kon. He is my anime buddy.

He is named Mr. King Kon on this space because it is a name he devised for himself, unlike everyone else who I mention on my blog (yes, I make up most names). It is a name that suits him remarkable. Mostly because the name reflects his giant ape size (well, giant sized stomach) and his personality akin to a soul stuck in a stuffed teddy bear shaped as a pathetic lion.

Very fitting indeed.

When I needed to share the awesomeness of anime, and was harrowingly rejected by all my friends and all strangers, (much to my personal demise) he was there, ready to discuss and share the awesomeness.

I am eternally grateful To Mr. King Kon for being able to read whatever manga I recommended just so that I could talk to him about it afterwards (due to everyone elses' cold rejection).

That's all I wanted to say! err... sort of.....