Wednesday, January 03, 2007

One Flew Off The List

Another year is over. In theory, I should be looking forward to one whole year of bingeing on 12 plump looking fruits, constant travelling, and ticking people off the list of friends. Once I decide to be superstitious and think Chinese just like my woman that is. She makes sure that we have an assortment of fruits on New Year's Day. The fruit thing actually meant a year of prosperity or abundance. Pardon my fundamentalist stance on the matter, but if some people can annoy you with their own literal interpretation of “The Good News” when they knock your door whilst you’re basking in your mid afternoon tea, I suppose you can apply the same principle to your own brand of opined notion.

Shivering from the cold weather and frantically flying off stairs and platforms to catch the train to London on New Year’s Eve would mean a year off exotic holiday locations which isn’t bad really, if you think about it. Stevie Wonder must be having a laugh when he wrote the lyrics to ‘Superstition’. It helps if all you wanted to do for the evening is sit in your comfy sofa dipping huge chunks of Brie and Camembert cheese to dollops of cranberry sauce whilst watching a raucous showdown of indie bands in Jools Holland’s Hogmanay New Year music show.

Ticking off friends from the list is when the events of that evening turned a bit uglier and darker. We were knocking down glasses of chilled Bucks Fizz – a sparkling blend of wine and orange juice: according to the hostess and watching Jools Holland. Good grief! Not too exciting compared to what we would have had anyway, minus the skyline view of the Big Ben and House of Parliament of course, but still I wouldn’t trade in the comfort of our own house in the ‘chavvy’ village to that posh apartment where you are all cramped in one corner of that post-modern-type-box building sat uncompromisingly and craning your necks to the direction of the flat TV screen on the wall whilst a spring was poking your ass from that geometric designer chaise longue.

I thought my girlfriend looked a bit red when I threw a glance at her. It can’t be that cheap booze she took a fancy with. I know you can turn into funny shades of colour when you’re drunk. My humble clinical training taught me that the liver is in overdrive when you've consumed obscene amounts of alchol. That means a drop in your blood sugar - making it hard for you to concentrate, then the heart pumps harder, that shoots up the blood pressure and the really rosy cheeks: I thought she looked really pissed. Peeved, if you take alcohol out of the equation. My hindsight still 20/20 at that time, was telling me it can’t be the booze. The drink she was holding on was only 4% vol. alcohol. I know her liver is capable of metabolising that smidgen of intoxicant even if she took 4 gallons of it in an hour. This was very unlikely considering the slow traffic lane the drinks trolley was traversing our way.

Amidst the noise of fireworks and rock n’ roll from the telly she mimed: “I am so pissed off with Clara!”, whilst she is pointing to her mobile phone. “She will definitely be deleted from my address book”, at least that was how I gathered it: trying to lip read what was coming out from her potty mouth. Nope, I was wrong. “She is sooo permanently deleted! You won’t even find a trace of her in the recycle bin!” This was whilst the ‘Arctic Monkeys’ are trashing their guitars in the middle of ‘I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor’. It was surreal. And very funny. And very serious. Her expressions spelt trouble. I wouldn’t have expected it coming from a technophobe like her: venting her anger in the latest version of Windows media. I wouldn’t be surprised if she will suddenly speak in Hyper Text Markup Language and be the Time’s Person of the Year by 2008.

She showed me a text message from Clara: “Sorry, but Twitty Bird is not ready to face you lot yet”, or something like that. It became apparent that we should skip her place as we go on with the New Year house-hopping tradition because a twit is in her building. Twitty is one of the Talentless, Witless, Irritating Toad ( TWIT ) friend we dumped last year whilst on holiday in New York. He is just one of the other two TWITs ( Ant and Dikey ) who constantly whined about the absence of lifts in the subway, how dirty New York is and think they’re too posh to climb the Empire State building. You could put them all in a box along with what she calls overseas-workers-trying-to-be-bourgeois with typical nouveau-riche mentality who believes that it’s posh to wear shirts with heavy designer labels, whose idea of culture is trawling the shopping malls down Fifth Avenue and think that museums are dreadful places to be seen with. A Pinoy version of Chavness, if you ask me.

Clara is her almost posh friend who spices up her English with Spanish and would never look chavvy in top to bottom Chanel outfit, but quite daft in relationships and choosing her own friends. No matter how hard I tried to convince my girlfriend that beneath the finest lamb’s wool of Clara’s skin is a pig’s entrails, she would never listen to me.

I really felt sorry for her. She was utterly devastated to lose a best friend who she now realized is also phoney: a few hours before the New Year.

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Anonymous may said...

at least she can whine about the ex best friend to you :)

happy new year!


7:46 PM  
Anonymous sasha said...

Hahaha! This is a very aliw post! Some people are really good in hiding their being phony. Wawa naman si girlfriend, she found out at a very inopportune time! But come to think of it, at least she found out before the year ended... she can start anew come 2007. Hehehe

9:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hmmmm..... my gobby.....potty mouth having technical malfunctions. hahahahaha

6:16 PM  
Blogger Talamasca said...

12 fruits? I thought it's 13? It's always been 13, right? I mean, look over here. WTF which is which? O_o

Clara dearest pissed your girlfie off? Gawd what a a total bitch! Does she have a place or something on the net so we could, like, see her and probably bombard her ass with some lovin'? Nah, waste of time.

3:50 AM  
Blogger howling said...

may : I'm afraid I would have to endure a lot of whining to last a whole year. Thanks!

sasha : Oh yes! And I can see a trend being formed here. It also happened last year. I wonder who'll make it in 2008.

anonymous : Is that you Rye? Give up Friendster and get a proper blog account!!!

talamasca : I think you're right it's 13. But 12 seemed a better number. 12 months in a year. There's a 50/50 divide whether 13 is lucky or unlucky.

6:49 AM  
Anonymous Claire said...

Wow! Harsness on New Years Eve! I'd say from the sound of it your girlfriend is well rid...not that she probably feels like that right now!

12:00 PM  
Anonymous alternati said...

hey howling,

Happy New Year. Or maybe Crappy New Year to you lady friend. Gawd... the "friend" sure is a TWIT twat.

I've always had an innate phoniness radar, so I steer clear of the sub-species, but some to manage to slip between the cracks guised in not-so-tacky designer clothing. I can totally get why your girlfriend felt all flushed and not due to the alcohol (which thanks by the way I understand now.. hehe)

TWITS aside, I wish you and your girlfriend health and success this year... and especially for you 2, a twitless one.

9:55 PM  
Anonymous Shari said...

Phony people won't ever go away, I guess. Too bad your girlfriend has to find out at such an unfortunate time. Boo-hoo! Time to start steering clear of TWITs. =p

Hey, I love the song Superstition! :D

7:21 PM  
Blogger Momel said...

So that counts for another screwed up celebration of the New Year coming.

See, I spent the last fifteen minutes of twenty-oh-six trying to evolve my Mankey into a Primeape. Maybe because I was just too hip into the idea of becoming antisocial with the arrival of the New Year. Or maybe I was too fevered with the hallucination of my second childhood twenty-something years too early.


4:33 AM  
Blogger howling said...

claire : Yeah, you are absolutely right. It looked like she actually tried to get rid of her, albeit in a very subtle way. But now she thinks the experience is actually liberating.


1:07 PM  
Blogger howling said...

Oh, hello alternati! Happy New Year to you too!!! I know. Some people for some reason do become really good at what they do that they could convince just about anyone. Even themselves. Really scary.


1:10 PM  
Blogger howling said...

Hi shari! Funnily enough, phonies don't ever go away - just like what you said. They're like fake Rolex watches: people frown at them, yet still buy em'.

And yeah. Superstition is an excellent song.

Happy New Year!

1:12 PM  
Blogger howling said...

LOL! momel : That is a brilliant way to pass the time from one year to the next. It took millions upon millions of years for beasts to evolve into sophisticated monkeys that they are right now. You get suspicious everytime you see monkeys who are just way too good to be true, unless they are computer game versions. Otherwise, they would make pretty convincing proofs for the theory of Creationism.

Hope you'll have a splendid year!

1:15 PM  
Blogger HILLBLOGGER & Hillblogger Jr said...

Hi Howling,

They say, better late than never so here I am with my belated greetings to you and your loved ones for a wonderful, prosperous, lovely 2007 ahead.

Am really happy to read that things are fine and 'super good' your end - cheers and loads and loads of good wishes your way from over here!

2:48 PM  
Blogger ie said...

that i guess, means that changes brought about by the new year aren't always good, or worth celebrating at that.

may you and your girlfriend have better changes in your lives worth blogging about. :)

1:39 AM  
Blogger Bryan Anthony the First said...


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7:28 AM  

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