God, Save The World from My Farts…

I don’t believe this! Just one weekend of stuffing myself with durians and I end up with smelly farts! And when I mean smelly farts, I mean smelly smelly smelly farts…so smelly to the extend that I think its toxic…….damn…..maybe I should stay away from durians for a while……or I should go on a some kind of diet to detox myself……damn….it stunk bad! Really bad during the weekend. Thank god, its better one. Just 1 or 2 occasional ones, compared to the hundreds I let out since Saturday night! Any suggestions from anyone for a good detox diet?

It’s a good thing my next cubicle neighbour is not in today! I think she would have gotten sick with the inhaling the deadly fumes!!! Lucky her!!

*ppppoooooottttt* Hehe, that just went out but it wasn’t that smelly, considering that it was slient….hehe….i can still breathe!

My best friend and I were talking about men…well, we talk about them almost everyday. We whine, bitch, rant, ramble about them, and at the end of it, we concluded that no matter how assholic they are, we still need a man in our lives!

We were both comparing our lifestyles and wondering how we would be able to meet Mr Right.

~Weekdays-I work from 9.00 am to 6.30 pm. I have class once a week, and I give tuition the rest of the days.

~Weekends-I also give tuition. Other than that, I’m either rolling around in my bed, or rolling around in my aunt’s bed at her place after a few good meals.

I meet up with my friends as and when I can, for dinner and movies. And yeah, clubbing, I’m off clubbing for a while. First, its getting boring. Be it English or Indian club. And besides, i've been spending way too much money and I badly need to save up since I blew off my life savings on numerous shopping sprees.

Then we talked about the guys I’ve met since my break up in Sep, not much though-they are just a handful. (I’m just gonna use their initials.)

~First, there was this guy called L. The first guy I got to know after my break-up at Ashoka. Ok, we had chemistry on the dance floor. We talked while we danced for a whole 30 minutes. We exchanged numbers. But he didn’t call me after that night. I should have known. He must given me his number in his drunken stupor. He was way off my league. I don’t attract drop-dead gorgeous men.

~Then R. Same place-Ashoka. But R was on a vacation in Singapore at that time and was leaving in 2 days back to Indonesia where he was having his company. But he did contact after he flew off but I guess the phone bills must have shocked him coz he stopped calling after a while.

~Then my mum tried to hook me up this filthy rich 30 something man (in my words, ‘uncle’) whom she badly wanted to end up as her son-in-law. Well, I gave things a chance to get to know him better but then after a week of talking on the phone and a lunch date, I concluded that no matter how attractive his offer of ‘tai-taidom’ was, I just couldn’t imagine him on top of me, even with my eyes closed. So the matchmade groom episode ended.

~Then came along K. Sigh. With whom, I could really really click. And I saw potential. But well….he was just another assholic prick….sigh…...no comments.....

~This is the most recent one, actually my last one and now I’m not even getting to know anyone. He was J. Introduced to me by a friend (*winks*). And it turned out that he was one of my good friend’s brother. I was skeptical about it at first but then I kept an open mind and tried to get to know him better. But there weren’t any sparks. Sigh, after a few MSN conversations, phone calls and 2 drink dates, I didn’t see myself going anywhere with him.

Sigh.

8 months, 5 guys but Ket is still not seeing anyone…..

Sigh.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that unless some guy sees me and thinks that I’m the love of his life at first sight, there is no way I’ll be able to find a husband…..but is there a loser out there who would fall in love with me at first sight but is not psychotic…..

Sigh.

I’ll immerse myself into work and my books for now.

Sigh.

*ppppoooooottttt* (no smell this time)