Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too

When all your creative juices are draining out and the stress at work is sucking it all the more and you constantly fear that your colleagues are reading your blog but you refuse to abandon it just like how your mother abandoned your cat a few years ago, you write something...


Something that is safe that even someone with just skin and bones can write like how your brother picked you up from work one day and he complained of how you smelled like the sun and you tried to explain that you had to walk from this building to that building and waited for him to arrive under the hot flushing sun and that it's all his fault if you smelled bad then he retorted by saying that I not only smelled like the sun, my hair looks terrible too and that I shouldn't complain why I cannot find a boyfriend.


And it's funny that all I did was walk a few blocks, bathe under the sun and waited for the brother to pick me up and I wasn't even thinking about having no boyfriend and just by smelling like the sun, I am boyfriendless. He might have a point. The guy friend has a point. They all have a point. Only me don't have a point. Happy?

Guy Friend: How are you? Got yourself a boyfriend yet?

Milktea: You expect me to get a boyfriend? You know that I am currently working on a weird shift, don't you?

Guy Friend: Right. But If I remember it correctly, you used to go to college. Then, you worked on a normal shift. Then, you even tried being a bum....

Milktea:  *silence*

Guy Friend: So, can you stop making excuses and stop being defensive?

Milktea: Dude, you have a point.

Guy Friend: *grin*

Milktea: How about you? got any new girlfriend?

Guy Friend: Look, it's past midnight on a Friday and I'm still at work. You expect me to get a girlfriend?

Milktea: Right.  *scratches head*

I have always been a fan of friendster. I think it's a nifty tool to track down people and long lost friends and find out who did what, who went where, who and who are an item - pretty much a load of useless stuff that you'd like to be thinking about at times when you are too lazy to think about your own life.

Case in point, It is through  friendster that I discovered that he and she are already an item months ago. It was, to be completely honest, equivalent to slapping me on the face then pushing me down the cliff. Then it hit me, friendster is truly a helpful tool for people who has acceptance issue, like me.

Made especially for people who has no life and makes growing her fat ass her hobby, getting closure through friendster is something more productive more than any couch potato would normally do I would say.

Today, I decided I'd look up someone I know. Because reason number one, I like him.  And reason number two, I want to know what's his status and reason number three, sometimes I can be a stalker.

This guy, I like him. He's nice. Extremely nice. In fact, I don't just like him. I get sweaty palms and irregular heartbeat everytime I receive an instant message from him. In fact fact, I wish I could find a boyfriend as nice as him. In fact fact fact, I wish he can just become my boyfriend and the searching stops and I don't have to whine about being unwanted and all that crap. God, how I gets this weird pooping sensation everytime I talk to him.

But I was awaken from my very sweet dream and It didn't take me a long time to figure out what I needed to know... Below is the exact copy of his friendster profile...

Ouch to the one thousand and one times. I hate friendster and to whoever is that girl who is "in a relationship" with him, I hate her too.

I am milktea. 26. Female. Stuck in the corporate world for the past 5 years.

I am a frustrated vegetarian. I dream of living an organic lifestyle and growing my own vegetable garden.

I am obssessed with my weight. That explains why I am eternally on diet. Here's my dilemma though, I can't say no to chocolates and ice cream.

I don't like routines. If I like a certain brand of perfume, it doesn't mean I'm going to keep buying it. I like to try different things and I believe that there's always something better (or at least equal) out there.

Things I hate: getting old, hypocrisy, growing nails, nosy people, being obliged to buy Christmas gifts for people I don't like.

Things I love: books, musicals, staring at babies, watching the sunset on a white-sand beach, daydreaming, green tea, anything wacky and zany.