Chiang Mai’s Hunk
“One second please.”
“emmm…”
Ain’t his the cutest thing alive~
Addiction
Yes, I know.
This time I know I am truly infected. And it’s going to be around for quite a lifetime. Even if it means working my arse off, not sleeping, having to beg, steal and kill, the travel parasite shall be well fed. That’s just the way it should be.
Next destination, India.
Two of one kind.
There two kinds in this world; humanbeing and womanbeing.
Though best decribes a recent chapter is the womenbeing.
A day’s conversation would go something like this,
X : “Do you still want to hang out later?”
Y: “Up to you, I don’t want to make you do the things you don’t want to. I know you have so much work but I want to see you. But you have alot of work right, what time is class tomorrow. Hang out for a while maybe, or do you have to rush back, how much more work do you have, I haven’t seen you in (insert no. of days), I don’t want to force you, are you working tomorrow? Up to you dear.”
For a him, that would most likely be a multiple choice question followed by a ‘Yes’ or a ‘No’.
For her, everything is open ended and an argumentative type of an essay.
Thus when you have two of us partaking in such daily acts, a simple question could be the motion of the month, till the moods converge and collide forming the monthly magma, of which the aftermath artlessly begin and end in perfect rapture.
Women.
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