~being a beach butterfly~

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Am i one of the boys or one of a kind?

I have just realized recently that I hang out with guys too much. I often find myself being the only girl in the group. it never really bothered me before.. I don't feel any more or less special just because I'm the only rose among the thorns :P I was just wondering though.. after being around blokes so much.. have i become one of the boys or am i still blatantly one of a kind?

So here are a list of things that might indicate whether i've turned into a boy or i am still the delicate girl i was :P

1. I am not immune to ignorance punches. (ignorance punch is a dumb old thing they do to u when u say something stupid, silly or just plain ignorant. On average i get 3 ignorance punches a night. hahaha.. uh-oh)

2. then again.. when i get ignorance punched it is heaps less painful.. and when it stings just a bit.. i whine or give my 'poor me' look which warrants a hug or a pat or a rub on the area they punched which is their "manly" way of apologizing. pffffffft. boys!

3. i get to flirt with the bar man for happy hour prices when it's not happy hour yet and the guy who cooks the steaks to get more chips and sour cream! (which i won't be able to do if i was a boy, hey?! hehehe.)

4. i can still charm at least one of the boys to do my bidding. mwahahaha. (except when it is josa who can even be more of a brat than i am)

5. i can drink beer like the best of them. no more girly cocktails for me. (well maybe once in a while)

6. i have an opinion now too whether a girl is hot or not (although they say my opinion doesn't count..)

7. i still do NOT eat like a big burly man.

In labor club.. when they're at it attacking their steaks i am picking on my chicken and calamari. After they've devoured their food i'll (literally) spoon feed them the remainder of my food so i won't feel guilty about not finishing all of it. they also spoon feed me their manly steaks.. which they won't do if i were a man right?

8. huge amounts of food get literally shoved into my mouth sometimes which is not becoming of a lady, really. u should have seen me trying to cram the chicken into my mouth and chomping it down.

9. i am sometimes called dude or man and bro (yes really)

10. but josa calls me My Queen. mwahahaha.. loves it. whatever will we do without ur phone? in return i have to call him the legend and subhan my master. which is worth it hearing someone call u queen.

11. i am marginally still treated heaps better than actual guys are.
When walking a long way (i.e. from our flat to arscott house) i get piggy backs OR pushed in a trolly (no really.. i ride inside the shopping trolly. i now officially know what a milk carton feels like. it's not much fun if the person pushing is a bit spastic :P mwahahaha.) and when i'm trembling.. coats and jackets are still offered to me to keep me warm.

12. i do not have special shotgun treatment.

13. i have become indifferent to sexist jokes. When i used to hear them i'd be indignant.. but when i heard the "safe sex. no regrets. except if it's a --- chick" joke. i actually laughed. tsk. tsk.

14. they will deny this.. but they watch out for me and make sure no creepy crawlies harrass me. right?! wrong?! ah shut it!

15. i am not immune to having my ciggies or lighters stolen or beer.

16. i am much too chicken to try pyro tricks such as lighting up the hand and such. -- aaaaaaaaaargh!! not anymore!!!

17. i am immune to their perving or looks of appreciation. i've been spending too much time with them they no longer look at me like a girl.

18. i carry my fair share of stuff (well i did it once) when i carried the ice to the car but after a while i grew tired and passed it on to someone else with stronger muscles

19. the guys still make sure there's someone who would take me home safely. I'm never allowed to walk or take a cab home alone.

11/19 i AM a man.

hmmmm. i just figured it doesn't really matter. does it? whether or not i feel like one of the boys or if i feel one of a kind is not important coz i know i'm one of them. i know i have heaps of fun with these people and they're very good friends and i love them heaps (NOT! :P)

ON OTHER NEWS

it was yet another first friday. needless to say i was F U N. The usual fare was on but this time we went to the Ressies' heaven and hell punch party. The punch was evil i swear! two glasses got my head spinning. Imagine a mixture of goon and passion pop with juice (eeeeeeeeew. it was disgusting and it smelled of barf)

went to lithium (which is always an adventure) after getting our fill of the evil concoction. this night was full of misadventures as the guy who was supposed to be babysitting me through the night (yes baby cheeks it's u again) ended up as the one who needed looking after (sit in the middle of the damned road why don't u!?!) This week though was. hahahaha. well let's just say it was both an embarassing and interesting night of:

- meeting new people (i forget their names now. i remember saying it over and over again that night though)

- inventing the location of loos .lol.

- phones committing suicide (imagine a mobile phone jumping from the 2nd storey to the middle of a road. if i were jorsh's mobile i'd kill myself too :P

- invented names (i think i gave 3 different names: nikita, chesca, and bianca. i just figured that ruse wouldn't work if someone knows ur real name, hey?)

- finding drinks in ur hands (not knowing where it came from)

- getting injured in wierd places not knowing how u managed it

- free Nine inch nails CDs for joshua!

- 6 hugs for me from placebo guy!

- ummm.. pashing. 'nuff said.

- having ur outfit fixed. (i will not wear tube tops anymore for ur sake loves)

- talking to blokes i don't know not knowing what i said. uh oh.

- lighting ciggies from candles

- free lolly for me!

- losing things. (waaaaaah.. where are they?!)
- free ride to civic! yay!

- mysterious phone calls and messages the next day

- finding cash mysteriously

- trolly rides

- worst hangover ever!!!

ah. i shall stop trying to remember that night as whenever i do so.. i remember one particular moment and i blush like crazy. (i can't believe i did that!!!) It was i might say... hmmmmm.. never mind.

Thanks again jorsh (THE LEGEND.) for the unpretentious night of fun with big red monkey stamps just for us special people. (i still couldn't get it out by the way)

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: Name: beachbutterfly; Location: Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia

i'm always on the verge of going somewhere else. Not one to settle, i've lived in 7 cities, 4 countries.. and well.. i intend to keep on counting. i live for travelling, shopping, making my parents proud, going to the beach, hanging out with people as insane as i am, boozing and ummm.. having the freedom to be the occasional bum

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