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Tuesday, August 02, 2005


God created friends. However, all friends are not created equal. Most buddies add to your life, but there are probably a few minjorities you would be better off without. The common denominator for these friends-gone-bad is that they act as if it's all about them and never about you. We're all guilty of being a little self-absorbed at times, but friendship is supposed to be a two-way street. aint it? If one of your friends isn't holding up her end of the bargain, consider calling her/him on her/his bad behavior -- or slashing her/him from your buddy list (One word of caution: Before you start friend-cleaning, ask yourself if you fit any of these descriptions. You don't want one of your pals reading this and deciding to dump you!)

1. The whiner.
Nobody knows the troubles she's seen. Things most of us accept as part of daily life -- carpool snafus, demanding bosses, men with poor communication skills -- she treats as evidence that the world is against her. We all enjoy complaining occasionally, but with her it's a nonstop moan-fest. Sometimes it's draining just to have to hear her rants.

2. The leech.
She treats her friends like servants who exist to feed her dog, cover her shift at work, pick up her dry cleaning or peel her another grape. she's seemingly treating her friends like slaves. Yikes! ugly ugly fellow.

3. The busy bee.
A party organizer and a domestic goddess all rolled into one. She makes you feel as if you are but a mere blip on her overscheduled radar screen. She consistently shows up late or says she's too busy to take your calls. and at times she seems as if she's doing one a big favor by making time for us...and having cheated us countless times.

4. The yakker.
Thank God for caller ID. Everybody has friends that like to talk (if any of my pals are reading this, please know I've got that muzzle on order), but this buddy never lets you get a word in edgewise. In fact, she missed her calling as a telemarketer or a carnival barker.

5. The adviser.
We all count on our friends for advice but nobody needs a steady stream of unsolicited intervention. Whether this dude/dudette is trying to prove how smart she is or start her own counseling practice, she's got the answer for everything -- whether you ask her or not. and somehow, this pal gotta be someone, of my close friends. and YESH! my parents are one of them.

6. The dumper.
Whenever something better comes up, she drops you like yesterday's business. The worst kind of dumper is the one that treats her female friends like fill-ins or time-passers until a guy comes into the picture. the snatcher it may be.

7. The bragger.
She's been there and done that -- way better than you have. She just can't resist telling you how many carats her diamonds are or how much better her office is. She lets you know that your discount designer duds are so last season, while her outfits came straight from the Paris runway. She's more than a competitor than friends.

i know a couple of these. and haven't we all been like this at one point or another in our friendships? hmm. one point to note: i think it's a nice thing to do just to ask people out, even when you know they have no time. to let them know you care and want to spend time with them!


i need. to train up for my upcoming runs. i crave the adrenaline. the atmosphere. the competition. RAHHHHHH. im like suffering from withdrawal symptoms or something. oh! that reminds me of training this sunday...it would definitely be fun! and i do hope i'll get smth. but if i dont...i still have the race in sept and dec to look forward to :D:D:D:D:D

for now, i shall train and mug hard.


[editedd//]

i found TRY. like finally...=)))


[editedd/]
a devastating timing of 33:53:36. I gona buck up and reach the clocking of 25minutes despite the race's looming in less than a month. to be exact, 26 days! i know it'll be hard but i'll try. I'll strive. I'll not give up. and i hope u'll not give up on me too.

trying hard as ever....it's all in the mental state of mind.

if you think you can do it! YOU CAN!

penned.


8/02/2005 02:03:00 PM