Friday, October 14, 2011

5 letters. Starting with T and ending with G.

Am I sensing someTHING between you and that cute butt?
How's the THING going on?
Wow check out that sexy little wild THING!

Honestly it feels..relieved, to replace whatever-it-is with the term THING. It's like as long as you don't label it, or you don't figure out what the hell it is, then you don't have to carry the responsibility on your shoulder.

"Dude/Girl (I don't wanna be a sexist here), you broke her/his heart!"
"Whatever, it's not like we have love, it's just one of those things you know."

I blame it on our age, that sometimes when it comes to love, we sorta..handle it offhandedly.
Is it because we've waited long enough so when the sweet moment left and we don't feel right anymore, we tend to skip the middle-whatever-it-is part and jump right into the verdict.

Let's see..set eyes on the target..stalking on FB..scratch off your scalp thinking how to get the handphone number..sms everywhere everytime..sitting in cafe/library/swimming pool forever just to bump into that person accidentally on purpose..the pretentious FB chat..ceaseless flirting and scheming..FINALLY.FIRST.DATE.

Well, it's indeed a long preparation.
Boy was enchanted to meet the girl; Girl was thinking how to be the person he misses at night.
Both side want to know how the thing leads them to any level, see how thing goes!
I believe that's why some people ended their relationship hastily before the boiled water manage to soften your instant cup noodles, because they CAN leave everything behind and get ready for the next exciting, refreshing, better experience (they think.HA!).

It's like root canal treatment, we take multiple visits to access and shape the desirable form, but when the thing is done, we only take 15 mins (30 mins top) to seal the whole thing that we've worked for the past few weeks. BYE. Never going to see you again.

Beep.
"Hey clement you wanna hang out?"
*Staring at my tumblr and other window tabs
"Err, no. I have a thing later."
*Continue tumblring.

Easy. No guilt at all.

1 comment:

chelseaorange said...

HAHAHAHA Malerie, this made me laugh.

I have imaginary things all the time.