Life is so silly...sometimes and most of the times...In the quest of finding the right guy...there have always been three people each time. adding much to my confusion...I?m madly infatuated with the wrong dude...another guy totally believes that he's my guy for I usually spend 24/7 discussing about the first guy to him. The pros and cons...And a third squeezes in the empty corner of my heart...is it me or do people actually trigamy like I do...
My sis is very orthodox?she believes that i am laying myself out as a game bird...but then the number of people I?ve hunted down so far must be more than the casualties of maobadi crisis in Nepal...
Isn't love strange..?? I wish I cud figure out when I started weaving the webs. Some guys from my nursery still bother to call me and ask me out...justt cuz they need to get back to finish playing 'sureli' that i bounced off...and love is strange that more than guys, it is my girlfriends who love me mad...kalpy spent over $3000. just to visit me for a weekend from Hongkong..a hug there and kiss here..its amazing this thing called companionship..
Against all the social rites my mom ingrained and all for the communism teachings of my dad..guys at work assume that i'm quite a comrade..they say they would rather hang themeselves or carry a backpack full of rocks and jump into the river than date a comrade in me..but then story bout guys and dolls are never ending...the day i dumped my last boyfriend, his best friend fought with him so he may take his place?.which was totally uncalled for?
sometimes if i'd only start up a kissing booth like nicole rishie i think I'd be like Bill Gates right now...just to get away from so much attention / hatrid..beleive me they ride simultaneously...it shocks me to death the things that i do..the other day a silly date knelt down in infront a roomful of people to propose..no it wasn't the first time that anybody did. the first time. New year's eve at Katmandu Hotel when i was in 7th grade....I sure don't think the world is round. it is so octagonal ...added with crazy men out there it sure is like an octopus...
Sure I have had my share of awkward tragedies: all pertaining to failure to discard men the right way. is there any right way though?. it?s so much easier falling in love than falling out of love..and then one spring in 2002 i was so miserable..that i jotted down every misery that i had created in this lovelorn world...and then when i posted my Art to so called frens..instead of making me suicidal with utmost shame...i was beleaguered to find myself reaching out to more people: more ladies and gentlemen...
the manager at my previous work, a small bank was gay and we were like pillow fighting sisters and suddenly she /he realizing how i fluttered or how them boys flustered me more. became the bane of my existence and it still is..the result hazardous....right now i work in a place of 22 people and i am the only female...sometimes i forget that i am? most of the time i just love to see sparks fly and heats up the whole organization...as if i am a walking time bomb...
I love music ..but music is to me ranges from Bach/Beethovan..to Gwen Stefani..one hit singles that mostly nobody's ever heard...my philosophies ranges from liberalism to utmost totalitarian and nothing in between...my cooking comprises of shrimps and chiini rotis..i enjoy being a sinner as much as religiously going to temple at least each Sunday...I hold a bottle of beer and then enjoy babysitting my fren's newborn..i have a bf down in Alabama that i haven't seen for 3 years for the least. I enjoy hanging out and date with ferns from school/college?after all the purpose of taking classes is finding a date.. and then i have my best buddy as a roommate who proly thinks that i don't shower him any attention cuz 24/7 away from my place...and then i am supposed to marry a dude that mom likes. dad, i heard just shook the hell of the guy i dumped some seven years ago..cuz he just found out that he was my bf..I LET TWO OF MY FIANCE MARRY MY TWO BEST FRENS and then all four of them share their intimate life lovingly to them as if i was married along with them...
I don't know why people run after love...for me it has been a second life..rather twisted like a tornado...but then...its obscure...i still feel single as i'd always manage to be. I still have time to writ e soliliquiys , paint and worship my books and of course movies..my brother is way past trying to trace all my bfs...even he's surprised that i abstain from my good looking roomier...and hang out with dead frogs but then i see no point..none so far...i'm just a traveler and these are my travel buddies..i can't promise where i 'm gonna fly tomorrow..yet i miss that dude in Alabama...and i hang out with my school charlies..have a pretty roommate and then just promised mom that i will definately marry the next not this one but the next dude she asks me out..as for dad i'm just gonna have to tell him that them were/ are all my comrades...the world is definitely octagonal...better said it?s a octopus .....And I?m a jelly trying to make sense out of all this weird planktons around me
