Till we land on the beautiful landscape of Kathmandu!
Absolutely excited to be seeing the mountains!
More work to churn before flying off.
Had the biggest laugh earlier.
I had asked my boss about a guy we knew through work partnership.
I needed to seek his gay-dar opinion as me and several friends are interested in matchmaking him with a girlfriend. Boss thinks he’s gay. DAMN!
I thought a ‘les mis’-t-shirt wearer would just signify he’s a literary guy!
Anyway my stomach is literally churning from the ‘internal laughter’, imagining the what-ifs should we had gone ahead with the match. HAHAHAHAHA! Oh my stomach!
Nb. I know some friends/ acquaintances do read this space so if you think I’m referring to you, you are given a license to bitchslap me if you are not who we think you are. Yes, the one who worked with me previously and wore a les-mis t-shirt. We really want to match you with a very sweet friend!
*Post trip update: He is as straight as whatever-that’s-straight can be. And we are not going ahead with the matchmaking. Cheyyy.
Man. If Facebook were a person, I’ll bitch slap him/her upside down for ruining my stalker-life.
I was reading a funny article about crushes on Thought Catalog yesterday and I suffered nonstop giggles for the whole day just recollecting on the silly stuff I’ve did when I was crushing on people. Gone were the days of running past a crush’s classroom and hoping to catch a glimpse of him being studious or yummy-looking. With the advent of social media, my career of stalking crushes was taken to a higher level. And being a communications graduate, finding out what my crush ate for lunch was way too easy. That said, there were also the disadvantageous aspects to freaking Facebook, my stalker-device. =.=
Facebook told me the guy was gay and had no intention of liking any girl.
Facebook shared with me his political ideas which I’m totally against. He bitched about a politician that had just passed away! OMFG! Where’s the respect?!?!
Facebook made me see his crappy photos from school. What’s with that middle-parting hair??
Facebook restricted me from seeing his Timeline. Damnit!!
Facebook gossiped about the sloppy habits he had. Unshaven for days?!? WHAT?!
Facebook threw me into a state of turmoil when I found out he had a girlfriend/boyfriend/WHATEVER!
Facebook state him as a fervent ‘jrock’ fan. Hey! No goth-art and squeaky weird songs!
Facebook had photos of him with other ladies. Excuse me while I do a quick check
Facebook unveiled his grammatically incorrect English. I thought we live in a well-educated society?
Facebook turned me into a full time creep, stalking an impossible fellow every few hours and I couldn’t stop!
Facebook ruined the perfect image of every crush I had. But thanks to FB, I did have a fair share of fun!
fyi. This is a collection of realisation from my years of stalker-rage on different guys.
Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others -- When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test --- Unknown