A friend of mine recently attended his high school prom and from what he wrote, had a lot of fun. I remember my high school prom back in 1999, when the Macarena was still hip, and we thought R&B was a spin off from M&Ms. I remember faithfully going with a good gal pal of mine, only to have to break up when we arrived as I wanted to sit with my guy friends and she wanted to sit with her gal pals. It was like a scene out of a 50s movie - boys on one side of the hall and the girls on the other...very much like our classrooms. Still, towards the end of the evening things had relaxed a bit, and once the music was flowing, people let down their guard and danced. Being very much the introvert that I was back then, I was sitting at my table admiring the cutlery and watching the many couples parade on the dance floor. I remember secretly wishing for some handsome stranger to walk up to my table and ask me to dance, sort of a 'in-your-face' thing to everyone there on the last night of my school days. Years later when I watched an episode of Queer as Folk in which Brian comes to Justin's prom to dance, I couldn't help but smiling a little. In some ways, I'm still waiting for someone to reach out his hand and sweep me off my feet.

In other less depressing news, I saw an advert for an epilator in a magazine. Nothing new there, except the ad was targeted towards 13 year old girls! There was a picture of some random 'mum' talking about her first messy experiences with waxing and how everything was fine when she started using an epilator, and how she's going to get a 'starter pack' epilator for her daughter. Er, is this woman on crack or something? Do you have any idea how excruciating it is to epilate? Not to mention the fact that after you're done you look like you've been bitten by about 3,000 ants. And no, the 'cooling pack' that you keep in the freezer for one hour does not help in any way...unless you use it to cool your Long Island Ice Tea.

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Lately my life has gotten quite complicated in a short span of time. I'm pining to do the whole 'get-away-from-it-all' vacation that I keep telling others to take, but I just can't seem to get the gears in motion. A lot has been happening these few weeks and I've enough food-for-thought to get me through a famine. I'm trying to deal with things in the best possible way, but that's not always so easy, especially when the people you held closest to you are the furthest away.

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When I tell people that I'm not into the clubbing scene, they look at me as if I'm the victim of a horrible boob job. As far as I can remember, I have been to a bar/club about 12 times in my lifetime. It's just something that hasn't quite grabbed me over my teen years. However, in the recent few times that I've gone clubbing with my friends, I can see why some people enjoy it so much. The sheer noise, the people, the music, the drinks - it all gets intoxicating after a while, so much so that you can't help losing yourself into a crowd of strangers and throwing caution to the wind. Of course, I do get worried when I walk past a guy who's passed out in his Bentley.

Our lives are a potpourri of people, and dealing with everyone's quirks is a constant thing. Relationships and even friendships are all about sacrifice and a little bit of compromise. You put up with people's little quirks just because at the end of the day, you enjoy their company too much to allow something small to get in the way. I'm pretty much aware that a few of my friends have to put up with my ultra-flamboyant personality, and I often forget just how camp I can get! A friend of mine recently told me that though friendship means putting up with someone's little details, you should never be put in a position where you have to compromise who you are as a person, just to please someone. And though it took me a while to realize it, I've actually let someone compromise who I am as a person.

All I've left to say is that it's partly my fault for feeling that just because I'm close to someone, I can let them dictate how I should behave. Of course I can't do anything about what's happened, but at least I'm now armed to never be a sell-out.

Ever.

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My most successful post to date is the one where I discuss why men scratch their balls in public. Throwing caution to the wind, today's man has ventured into new territory by realizing that he can also scratch his ass in public. Gestures range from stroking, stuffing, pulling something out, to 'get your finger right up there' as if to reach your your hidden stash of dope. What's the best part is witnessing a guy adjust his front/rear when he thinks no one is looking, and then watching him stride over to someone and shake their hand. That just takes nasty to whole new levels.

You know how people always tell you to watch out for little signs that life is dropping you hints about what kind of person you're going to end up with? Well I'm utterly convinced that my future husband is going to be into retail. How so? Well, today I ventured out on one of my bargain-bagging trips, and was greeted by a rather attractive chap at the counter. It really is quite easy to see why they call them checkouts. Hello? You've got the best view of everyone in the store, because sooner or later they're going to come to you with their things, and you have exactly 40 seconds to bill everything and get their phone number. After a little casual eye flirting, we got to chatting a bit - unfortunately I didn't like anything in their current line and had only walked up with two silk ties. I think he caught up on this, because he was disappointed that I hadn't bought anything else. In fact, he offered to note down my number so that he could call me next Tuesday when their new line comes in. "And we can do some coffee after that - I mean if you want to?" were his exact words. So Sanjeev, I will see you next week for coffee - please don't wear a green t-shirt with SALE on it. Please.

In my many trips into cyberspace, I often wonder about the IQ level of some of the guys I meet on IM. Take for instance, this little number who PMed me on the weekend - this is a little snippet from a truly fascinating chat:

Him: you're so hot
Me: lol..I know
Him: huh?
Me: what?
Him: you know what?
Me: that i'm hot..lols
Him: ya i know...asl?
Me: *shoots self in foot*

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