Bones To Pick

July 3, 2007 | Category: Family & Friends

Bone 1
I’d like to think that I’m a fairly polite person. I don’t jump queues, I’d help a little kid maneuver a shopping cart if they have difficulties, I smile and say good morning or afternoon to the bank teller or cashier and I don’t steal other people’s parking spot. :) I’d do all that unless I’m provoked in some manner. Yes, the matter is trivial and I’m really not making a mountain out of a molehill of this because if I did, I would be having an extremely catty conversation with a certain inconsiderate tart. :)

If anyone don’t already know, I’m not particularly a big fan of a certain tart where I work. If I wasn’t such a nice bitch, this tart would have already lost all the hair on the head by now.

The scenario is, there’s a particular parking spot that has been empty for sometime and considering that there’s a lot of cars parked in the compound of our office area and no one ever parks there, except for a mini van in front of it, I decided to park there Now that isn’t wrong, right? Well, the first few weeks everything was okay until one fine day, I was late to work because I had work errands in town. When I got to the office, guess who’s car was parked at that spot? Let me ask you this. Would you ever take your colleague’s parking spot?

God, if she was there first I wouldn’t have taken over that spot from her. It would be a silent understanding that that’s her spot and I’d find another spot. I maybe wrong to feel this way because it’s just a parking spot and my car number or name isn’t written all over it but still. That’s just isn’t right. It’s called being polite. Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to steal people’s parking spot?

Bone 2
I’m not the slimmest person in the world. If you don’t believe me, just look at my photo here. It’s also quite normal for people to call me names. I try not to let it get to me because I believe those kind of people are insecure as they have worse flaws than I do. Face it, I love my body or at least to some extend. Of course I’d like to lose a few inches here and there but overall I’m happy with what God has given to me.

I’m not sure what’s with people yelling at me and insulting me yesterday but it happened. I’m not explaining any further about the yelling but last night a close friend of mine told me that someone I know K has been calling me T-Rex behind my back. Am I that huge to the extend that people actually call me T-Rex? What amazed me most was K said it to a very close friend of mine, V. Instead of me being offended by the lame joke, it was V who got extremely offended. V wanted to punch K for saying that. :O Wow, never in my whole life has anyone tried to defend me like that. My knight in shining amour. Apparently K is completely oblivious about the stupid lame-ass joke he made.

Sometimes you never know who might be a true friend. Whatever K felt that night, it really shows the kind of friend he is. I’m not suppose to say anything to him about it because he apparently was extremely upset by it. But from the bottom of my heart to V. Hugggssssss!

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