Of Men

Just talking to Zaneta online while working on the rehab assignment was indeed a stress reducer in itself. From her stories about the guys in Malaysia to ther predictions of my future boyfriends, it definitely was entertaining and most certainly it was a stress buster.

Our conversation (excuse my nick, I really was feeling very sick):
[22:09] Zaneta: i reckon ur gonna meet a guy in your work and career experiences
[22:09] Zaneta: a really caring guy
[22:10] KristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomit: i hope so, next yr we’re doing units with 4th years, so let’s hope there’s nice guys there
[22:10] Zaneta: he’s gonna be tall, mature
[22:10] Zaneta: gentle, kind
[22:11] Zaneta: and omg, i can picture him to be a caucasian
[22:11] Zaneta: LOL
[22:11] KristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomit: hahaha
[22:11] KristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomitKristinewantstovomit: i wish
[22:12] Zaneta: no really
[22:12] Zaneta:
[22:12] Zaneta: i can see kristine having a really great boyfriend, because you’re such a stable person already

Its good to know that someone has confidence in me to find a nice guy to be in a relationship in. I think nice guys are a rare breed indeed, and finding one who is interested in me is definitely going to be quite a task. A task that I don’t know if I’m up to.

Somehow or rather I seem to be a magnet for strange, weird, wacko guys. The nice ones never seem to take interest in me that way. Sometimes I seriously wonder if I’m going to ever get married and start a family of my own.

I know my life’s priorities right now is to finish uni, the ticking biological clock can wait at least another 5 years at the moment. It’s not as if I’m 30 years old and still a single women. I’m 20 for God’s sake!

Sigh. This rant definitely needs to stop. The long week filled with exams and assignments is really getting on my nerves, literally. I’ve had lunch at 2.30pm just now because I literally didn’t have time for lunch. So I endured the painful stomach for 2 and a half hours. Someone please shoot me. I beg of you.

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