Miss Fit's nonsense

[Miss Fit]

Love is like ordering a Big Mac at McDonald's. It's cheap, yet it's unhealthy. It's unhealthy, yet it satisfies your stomach in a way that you can't even imagine. Okay, maybe not completely like ordering a Big Mac.

When you're in Love (and I mean real love, not the bogus four-letter word that people often abuse and misuse), the world seems to revolve around him. That's right. If you still think this world revolves around you, I'm sorry to break it to you, but you ain't got a clue what Love is. When you're in love, you include him into every aspect of your life. Suddenly, rather than, 'what about me,' it's become, 'what about him.' From an invitation of you + guest to the foreseeable you + him. Whatever you do, wherever you go, you have a bold, five-letter word printed across your forehead --TAKEN. Even when you want to be single just for day, you unconsciously send out an antagonistic vibe that signals men to back off. That's fine though, because you're in Love. Who cares about other men, when you can have ONE... possible for the rest of your life. Instead of my social life, it's become our social life. Your friends sorta merge into one in an eerie, out-of-this-world kinda way and you never thought of questioning why or how the jeepers did it happen. When you're in love, you sacrifice a part of who you are. Deny it all you want, justify it any way you like, but that's what you do.

And then (and here comes the tragic part) when you finally come to your senses and realize that Love deprives you of your right to own a life, you call it quits. Finally, free atlast? -- hardly. Instead, you get the repetiive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?" And then they give you this pathetic look as if feeling sorry for you for losing a part of yourself. Psh. Whatever. You've actually gained the part of yourself that you've lost when 'supposedly' in love. You're not the victim. They're the fools for neglecting to see how Love blinds them, deceives them, and strips them of the potential life they coud have had ... when not in Love.

I'm glad I've never fallen in love.

[ginseng_12]

Love is like ordering a Big Mac at McDonald's. It's cheap, yet it's unhealthy. It's unhealthy, yet it satisfies your stomach ...
..... Instead, you get the repetiive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?"
I'm glad I've never fallen in love.

I'm sorry, Miss Fit, it's ok to say love is like a Big Mac. It's unhealthy, also ok, but it's not cheap at all. I've paid a lot for the Net, stayed up late every night and spent all my paychecks to get it.
...."you get the repetive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?"
Sorry again, Miss Fit. She has never bothered to ask such questions. If I have to go away, she'll be eager to say " take care, bye". If I get sick, she'll be happy to say " don't take it so serious, you'll soon recover!"
Is there something that really contradicts to what you said?

[Miss Fit]

It's 1:20AM on an early Wednesday morning. Her stomach rumbles, signaling her to prepare an after-midnight snack. She puts her work to an immediate halt and promptly rushes toward the kitchen. Ranch without celery, cereal without milk, oil without eggs...

"Hmm," she thought to herself, "what can I make at this hour that not only can be satisfying to the stomach, but also within a five-minute span."

"Eureeeeeka!" she proclaims as she laughs out loud, "I shall eat cookies and wash it down with warm water! Not only will that be Sanya Richards-fast (one of the fastest women in the world), but it will surely stop my stomach from the continuous growling!"

She places five cookies onto a paper plate, grabs one of her favorite eeyore mugs, washes it then rewashes it then rewashes it again (she's a hygiene-maniac) and fills it up with a mixture of cold and hot water, then she heads back to her work space and sets everything down.

She reaches for her first cookie, bites into it, let it melt inside her mouth, then lets out a sigh of relief, indicating she has fulfilled her obligations to her tummy.

She, then, reaches for her mug and takes two gulps while still focusing her eyes onto the flashing image on her laptop.

"Hmmm," she ponders, "cookies taste a bit weird tonight. Oh, whatever."

She reaches for her half-emptied (or is it half-full) mug and attempts to take another sip. As she brings the mug closer to her lips, her heart stops for a brief second.

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

[Miss Fit]

Okay, so here is the scenario.

John and Jane met on a beautiful, sunny afternoon. They developed chemistry almost immediately. They were lovebirds in their own little world ... until Jane started to feel irritated with John's annoying habits, dull personality, and his inability to hold an intellectual conversation. Okay, fine. Maybe she's exaggerating, but she became aggravated with his actions.

Anywho,

After seven months of dating, Jane started to work longer hours, focused more on her youth group, and gave minimal effort in maintaining a relationship with John. A month went by with Jane continuously giving excuses after excuses on seeing John. I mean, they would see each other occasionally, but not on a daily basis. John finally was fed up with Jane's apologies and explanations so they sat down, hands off each other, and conversed.

Jane tried to justify her lack of effort with reasons upon reasons. John expressed his wistful emotions. He was in love with her -- or at least that's what she thought. Jane stated, "I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair for you. I know you deserve someone better who will give you the tender caring that your heart yearns for. I just don't deserve you."

John let out a sigh and said, "Yeah."

From that point on, they both refrained from contacting one another. It was literally "sugar you, you go; sugar me, me go."

Anyway, two/three weeks after their breakup, he hooked up with a different chick.

Jane felt cheated. How could he pour his heart out to her, saying he loved her, then go and hook up with someone else before the pain could even heal ... before she could even process the fact that they're not together anymore. Whenever Jane's friend popped the ultimate question of 'What HAPPENED?' Jane would respond with a quick 'He dumped me' answer.

Was she right? Had she been dumped? Should there be a healing period in between relationships? If so, how long should one remain single until one can start considering a new relationship?

LOVE IS A LIE.

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.


I can't believe it. Why didn't she leave off the rest of her drink? :khi169: What a brave girl.

[iPropose]

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

[iPropose]

Okay, so here is the scenario.

Was she right? Had she been dumped? Should there be a healing period in between relationships? If so, how long should one remain single until one can start considering a new relationship?

LOVE IS A LIE.

Love is not a lie. It is the most truthful moment of your mental and emotional state at the certain period of time, up to the minute it's not love any more. They both agreed to go separate ways and thus she cannot and should not ever wonder on how or why he could move on so quickly. The healing process is entirely up to the individual to decide. For some it might take a lifetime; for some, the next day. And as far as I concern, the second that one becomes single, that person has the right to start dating and prowling the dating pool.

Love maybe a lie for your so-called "Jane" for she is not able to accept the fact that she played the major role in losing someone she "loved".

Regards,

[Miss Fit]

I can't believe it. Why didn't she leave off the rest of her drink?

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

Yes, in a world of nonsense. : )

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

Hic hic ... Miss Fit ... You made me think that a fly has four legs. I have never looked a fly through. :(

[ghost]

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

Haahaaa. Sorry, your story make me laugh hard.
I guess you hate fly then til now, don't you?

I have a story, if it make y'all feel horrible, I'm really sorry.

When I was young as fourteen, my aunt asked me make her a milk coffee. Because that time, I seldom drank coffee and my mom was busy so I couldn't ask my mother how to make a perfect milk coffee.
I found a milk box in the " tủ đựng thức ăn ". Someone unpacked two rather big hole on it, I took milk into a glass with coffee, then I mixed them, and put some ice.
When I brougt for my aunt, she asked me did I make up by hot water, I said No. She declined to drink it. At that time, I didn't want to put them the recycle bin, so I drank it.
It was so delicious because I had made it.
I wanted more, so got the milk box to made one more glass. But milk was dry with a little milk. I got a knife and unpack the hole wider.
When I saw into the milk box...

Ááááaaaaa....!!!

T-tw-two green lizard deads. They were too big because they had drunk a lot of milk before they died. And.... when I saw them, I die, too.

This memory got me goosebumps and dont want to eat anything if I still remember two-lovely-lizard in the milk box.

[Miss Fit]

Ghost, your story is hilarious. It made my day. Thank you. : )

"Thanks," I apologize for confusing you. There's a reason for this section being titled as, "nonsense." Everything I say here and every story that I tell aren't necessarily true or based on life experiences (some facts are also twisted). They're just merely for entertainment purposes. If it makes you smile, it will make my day. *whisper: I bet now you know how many legs a fly has.

[Miss Fit]

Do you believe in fate? I believe in fate.

I believe fate will guide me toward the possibilities and potential choices I can make for my future. However, it is still my decisions that determine my outcome.

Anyway, this story isn't about me. It's, again, about Jane and John (these two are different from the Jane and John previously mentioned).

Jane led a wonderful life. Good friends, great family, and a line of well-educated gentlemen - with a bouquet of roses, one knee on the ground - waiting to sweep her off her feet. Indeed, she was content with life. But (yes, there's a but), she had a gap in her heart. A gap waiting to be filled by someone with whom she can spend the rest of her life. With whom she can have and hold; for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health ... someone with whom she can love and cherish 'till death do they part. Yup, she was definitely starving for that spark and affection you frequently find in love.

She was missing the key to her heart, the apple of her eye, the nails to her fingers, the cap to her bottles, the ink to her printer, the lid to her pencil, the glass to her windows, the sound to her ringtone, the wheels to her car, the reflection to her mirror, the knob to her door, the roof to her house, the trap to her mouse -- not literally, but you get the gist of it.

Love was surrounding her, but she was blindfolded.

A few years ago, her trusted cousin introduced her to the online world of chatting and netmeeting. She treated the virtual world as her brief vacation from reality. She'd meet a few interesting people, but none too significant. None really made a difference in her life; none she can't do without. Well, she wasn't exactly seeking for love, she was merely hoping it would come to her ... and it did.

She had met someone. She had not yet heard his voice, had not yet seen his face, yet there was an instant chemistry between them. The connection they had was beyond her expectations, it was beyond what she thought could exist. Even with her busy schedule, she had managed to make time to talk to him. She felt as if she had known him from her past lives. For that moment, she felt her heart gradually filling up with hope as they continued to communicate via instant messaging. Her friends became non-existent, her work became just a daily routine, and he had become a part of her life.

Basically, she started to live more in the virtual world and less in reality.

Hours become days, days become weeks, and weeks had turned into months. As she grew more in love with his words, she became more curious with his physical appearance. She jokingly hinted that she wanted to see him and, seeing how obvious the hint was, he met her demand.

Oh boy. I must tell you. When Jane showed me his picture, I was literally drooling. Seriously, if you had magnified my face, you'd see my saliva slowly dripping down.
How could someone be so darn handsome, irresistibly charming, and still be single? I swear, he and I are the perfect match. No ... I mean ... he and Jane are the perfect match.

*shakes head* Okay. I need to snap out of it. This is her story, not mine.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, She was not only in love with his words and the way he had portrayed himself, but she was also attracted to his physical features. Anyway, it wasn't too long until she began to develop urges. She began to want his touch. She was hungry for his warmth, and she wanted him with her. She didn't
just want him emotionally, she wanted him physically. Of course, as her urges grew, reality gave her a slap on the face.

Who was she kidding? He was a thousand miles away.

Someone must have been fiddling with her life. Out of the 3 million people in her city,
the 36 million people in her state, the 303 million in her country, and out of the 6.7 billion world population, she had met one person with whom she could feel so strongly about ... and what happened? He was literally out of her reach.

She didn't develop feelings for Joe, who was her co-worker.
She didn't develop feelings for Jack, who was one of her closest friends.
She didn't develop feelings for Jim, who was a model at the agency near her home.

No. She had developed feelings for John. John, who she had never once met in person. John, who she had known of, only from his words. John, who 'ong troi' had placed him thousands of miles away from her.

So yes, I do believe in fate. I believe instant chemistry between two people among 6.7 billion is fate. However, if fate led them into meeting each other, why had fate put such a long distance between them?

Is it a mere coincidence that two people meet and develop
strong connections, despite their geographic location?

Hm, what's the deal?

... to be continue.

[ghost]

Hehe.
This is my story, too.
Thanks MissFit. I am here waiting for your story.

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

Miss Fit, you continue to confuse me. :(



It's, again, about Jane and John (these two are different from the Jane and John previously mentioned).


Why don't you give them other names? :(



I swear, he and I are the perfect match. No ... I mean ... he and Jane are the perfect match.


Hic hic ... :(

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But ... hi hi ... I like your writing style. Thanks for confusing me. @};- I'm waiting for your next story. :D

[Bear Lac Loi]

Oh boy. I must tell you. When Jane showed me his picture, I was literally drooling. Seriously, if you had magnified my face, you'd see my saliva slowly dripping down.

Holy Cow! Do girls really think like that? Oh my goodness gracious! I had been led to believe that whatever they did, they just did us a favor. They did it out of the goodness of their hearts. Are girls really that crazy about us men?

I think Miss Fit has just created a monster now that I know what a girl thinks…

Hmm ... >:)

[Miss Fit]

Are girls really that crazy about us men?

A few. Very few, Handsome.

[Miss Fit]

Dearest Mommy,

I took you to the airport last night. You sat me down, looked me in the eyes and asked, "*insert nickname* có bạn trai chưa." I giggled. The truth is, Mom, I had crushes during MS (Middle School), experienced puppy love during HS, and was strong enough to secure my heart from the pimpsters throughout college. I've built myself a wall, Mom. A wall so thick, no human strength can strip down. A wall so powerful, no cheesy words can get through. Mom, I've built a wall so high, even I can't reach over.

I jokingly answered, "có ròi." But Mom, I lied. I'm single. Not only am I single, my heart has also been frozen. I don't know when it had happened, Mom, but I no longer experience attraction toward men. I have male friends, but I would be guilty of lying if I admitted to pursuing a long-term relationship with any of them. I've been putting on an act, Mom. I've been deceiving those I care about and misleading those that care about me. They've been a victim of my game. But Mom, it wasn't intentional. I was just in denial. I find men repellent. I've tried to justify it by believing they weren't my type. In reality, no man is ever my type. Why? Simply because they are neither physically nor emotionally appealing.

I guess I've also been a victim of my own game.

Love,
MisFit

[ginseng_12]

I've tried to justify it by believing they weren't my type. In reality, no man is ever my type. Why? Simply because they are neither physically nor emotionally appealing.

I doubt it. sorry, it's unusual, isn't it?

[Miss Fit]

Why men aren't datable: BASED ON A TRUE STORY.


CASE ONE

Jane: You want to get some yogurt?
John: Okay. Let's go.

15 minutes later, they arrive at a yogurt shop.

Jane licks her lips and says, "Yum, they all look so delicious, which one should I get?"
John points at the butter pecan flavor and answers, "I don't know what that is, but it sure looks toothsome!"
Jane smirks at John's stupidity. "That's butter pecan, it's one of my favorites."
As Jane continues to browse through the variety of yogurt flavors, John approaches one of the employees and asks, "Hm, so which one is mango and which one is vanilla? You guys didn't label them."
The employee looks at John with an irritated expression and answers in a sarcastic tone, "Well ...." he pauses for a second then continues, "obviously mango is the one w/ the dark yellow/orangish color and vanilla is the one with the creamish looking color."

Employee + John = Weird.

CASE TWO

Jane and John want to merge their phone lines. Jane wants a new phone.
John: So what phone do you want?
Jane: I don't know yet. I want one with WIFI.
John: What's WIFI?

**You've been living in a cave?

CASE THREE

Jane plans to make Bun Bo Hue. She has all the ingredients except for garlic. Jane calls John to tell him to drop by a supermarket to get it.

Jane: Babe, on your way home, can you drop by the supermarket and get me some garlic?
John: Okay.

After 30 minutes, John arrives home with two packs of beer and a small grocery bag. "Here." John says as he hands Jane the grocery bag.

"What is this?" Jane questions as she opens the bag and sees green onion instead of garlic.

"The garlic you wanted me to buy." John immediately answers.

"This is onion." Jane exclaims, sounding frustrated as she holds up the onion.

"No, there's garlic underneath once you take out the green stuffs."

IDIOT!

[ghost]

cười... nhưng hông hĩu gì hết

[Miss Fit]

An example of bad communication

*@5:00PM. Jane & John are planning to have dinner with some friends.

*ring ring

Jane: Hello?
Friend: Hey, where should we have dinner tonight?
Jane: I don't know, it's up to you guys. Call me back when you've decided.
Friend: Okay.

*5 minutes later

Jane: So, have you guys decided?
Friend: Yeah, we're going to have dinner at your house.
Jane: Oh! That sounds great! Okay, meet up at 7:00PM?
Friend: Okay, good.

*@6:30PM. Jane & John dressed up and, instead of staying home and waiting for their friends to come over, they drove downtown to Yardhouse. Poor John&Jane.

*@6:57PM. They've arrived 3 minutes too early but decided to get a table first.
*@7:05PM. Jane's phone rang.

Jane: Hi, guys.
Friend: Hey, we're at your house!
Jane: Really? Good. We're inside, come in!
Friend: Open the door.
Jane: What?
Friend: We can't go inside unless you open your doors!
Jane: It's opened! Just go inside, we're waiting.
Friend: What? But it's locked.
Jane: Huh? Where you guys at?
Friend: We're at your house.
Jane: We're at Yardhouse too!
Friend: Huh? NO... we're at YOUR house!
Jane: OMG! You guys want to have dinner at MY house?!!
Friend: We're in front of YOUR house!
Jane: Well, we're at YARD house and we got a table already. Drive down.

LOL, sigh. Bad communications.

*FYI: Yardhouse is a restaurant.

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

Last week I heard this in ESE.

Question: Where are you from?

Answer: I'm from my Mom.

:khi169:

[Miss Fit]

I've never actually talked to James before so this whole judge of character might be completely off.

James is sophisticated. Or, at least that's what he wants people to believe. How do I know? From his chatting style, of course. Here and there, he would type out something that might seem sophisticated to make him appear intelligent. Majority of the time, the things he says don't really make sense. Sophistication isn't about going off on a tangent, and that's what he does. Not only does he want to seem sophisticated with his gibberish talks, he also cannot drop a topic. What do I mean by that? Say the current topic is about mankind. Once the topic has been dropped, 20 minutes later, you'll see him say something like God created mankind, mankind created objects, and objects are being controlled by an external force known as God. I can't even create a good example to correctly portray his nonsense.

The other day, while the room was being occupied w/ a light conversation session, he asked for the mic. It is very appropriate to take control of the mic if one has the intention to hold class. It is definitely not appropriate, however, to take over the mic for one's own personal entertainment. Perhaps he felt his life was more interesting and that it deserved recognition? I won't go into details on what happened but I'll tell you why he did it. At the moment, he felt the need to act childish. Why? Because he had been suppressing his child-like behaviour under his pretentious, "sophisticated" personality. You gotta let loose sometimes, right? He just chose to let loose at the wrong time. He said it himself, he simply wanted to "pha'." Well, that's bad judge of appropriateness on his end.

Anyway, lately, I haven't seen him in the room. Maybe he realized what he did was wrong. Or maybe he just grew angry with the chatters on how they reacted to his misbehavior. Or maybe, and probably less likely, that he suddenly became busy with his own life.

Well, for whatever reasons, I really hope to see James in the room and holding class again. Contrary to what I've mentioned above, he really does have a good heart and he deserves to be happy. His pronunciation is good and the chatters can definitely benefit from his sessions. I just hope he doesn't let one incident prevent him from continuing to help others.

Good luck, James.