The Field Trip Warning!

I think this blog is made up of more songs than any real entries. But proooomise this will be the last of it. This just fits the situation, I want to AVOID this time. We are having our field trip to Lumle and Pokhara in a few days. YAHOOOOOO! 🙂 Thankfully didn’t have to elope with a Pokhareli! 😉 ( sorry for that Bakwash) Nyways the only constant in all the earlier fieldtrips has been mindless conversations with Drunk Dudes of mine. The guys always wanting to talk to me desperately only when drunk! What a pathetic existence! The topic of coversation ALWAYS THEIR LOVELIFE! When I am NOT THEIR GIRLFRIEND! So dudes, be a man and tell your girls. NOT ME. I don’t care if your crush left for the US or if your girl doesn’t give you a damn and just don’t want to hear who wants a girlfriend like me!! I just had a “girl friend woes” overdose last trip to Jiri with three different guys telling me the afore mentioned things. Here’s the deal talk to me When You Are Sober. And Dearest Dhungz beg of you never to exchange the seat in the bus with any species of the male sex. If you do then I am surely jumping out of the window! Yaar, afno lovestory ko chahin namonishan chaina duniyako ganthan sunnuparne! Waihat! And still get dialogues like “What should I give you, my weekly updates?” Hey, what do guys take me for???

CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE SOBER- BY EVANESCENCE Choose to Watch the video

So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can’t keep believing,
We’re only deceiving ourselves .
And I’m sick of the lie
,
And you’re too late.

Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn’t take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you’re jaded.
You can’t play the victim this time,
And you’re too late.

Don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you’re sober.
You only want it cause it’s over,
It’s over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I – you were never mine.

So don’t cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don’t lie to me,
Just get your things.
I’ve made up your mind.

Read this and have fun !

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7 comments

  1. Try making a living to pay for school while being a bartender. Now I will admit that I have myself spewed the occasional drunken banter, but hey, sometimes you just have to vent. But just imagine listening to the drunken “woe is me” at least three nights a week, and having to smile and nod and pretend that you care, all just to get a few dollars to pay for school in order to get the heck out of the bar that you are working in!

    What I am trying to ramble into saying is…. Girl, your life of listening to the drunken male BS has only just begun, and half the time, they don’t have to be drunk just to babble and vent! If you figure out how to get them to get the clue that you just don’t care, while still managing to make the tips that pay the tution, hook a sister up with the info.

    And as for those who either had their crush go home, or they just don’t listen, or that they wish that they were “more like you”… next time just say HELOOOO… Yo, I am right here dude, and I am sure at one time your girl was too…. Now lets get all these psycho men to drop the babble and step up to the plate!!!

    Maybe more people in this world need to figure out the difference between desire and consolation… (check out Jeff Buckley’s song “Last Goodbye”, it’s right up your alley)

    Keep up the blogging girl. You are going to make a mark in this world and put Nepal on the map!

  2. Did you say, “No, this can’t happen to me”?
    And did you rush to the phone to call?
    Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
    “Maybe, you didn’t know him at all,
    you didn’t know him at all,
    oh, you didn’t know”?

    Great song indeed. And I am really scared with the thought that my time of listening to drunken male as just begun. God! can’t even stand the thought of it! Can’t we escape to Mars…. 😦 But thanks for the words…was worried I might be stripped off the title of a blogger! sometime back… 🙂 your words made by day! Thank you!

  3. No one can strip your title as blogger… that’s just what you do, never alow it to be what you are. It’s not a title, it’s just a way to vent on your own end…

    And as for Mars, I am totally sure that there are drunken psychos there too! It can’t be that easy, but if it is, please send me the link to buy a ticket on that ship in the seat next to you!

    So maybe better than that “last good bye”…. Remember when I said that sometimes you just have to turn up the volume, dance around, and sing to the speakers. Here is a song for just that moment! And all moments! We have had the psycho babble back and forth before and that is all it is, just psycho babble and venting here and there.

    Gnarls Barkley – Crazy Lyrics

    I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
    There was something so pleasant about that space
    Even your emotions had an echo in so much space

    And when you’re out there,without care
    Yeah I was out of touch
    But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
    I just knew too much

    Does that make me crazy?
    Does that make me crazy?
    Does that make me crazy?
    possibly

    And I hope that you are havin’ the time of your life
    But think twice, that’s my only advice

    Come on now who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you
    think you are, ha ha ha, bless your soul
    You really think you’re in control

    well,
    I think you’re Crazy
    I think you’re Crazy
    I think you’re Crazy
    Just like me

    My heroes had the heart to live their lives out on a limb
    And all I remember is thinkin’ I wanna be like them.

    Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
    And there’s no considence I’ve come
    And I can die when I’m done

    But maybe I’m Crazy
    Maybe you’re Crazy
    Maybe we’re Crazy
    Probably!
    Probably!

    But, speaking of a cup of coffee and 1000 possibilities, I am truly sorry that I made it through my trip in Nepal without having that opportunity with you. I can only imagine the people that we could have thrown things at and the feminist ideas that we could have brainstormed away… Now get to field tripping and enjoy it all when you are young DAMNit, you only live once so make some noise while you do it! Who cares if it ever makes ya crazy! I would care a heck of a lot more if it didn’t make us all crazy! What would be the point in that?

  4. reading this, i wonder which is worse – to have to listen to the drunken or the sober ones? unless you are a bartender, i think you can tell right in their face what you think of those drunken guys. getting rid of sober “friends” trying to “share” their love stories was always a problem for me when i was in +2 and an undergrad. only solution i found was not to be too close to any friends that makes them think you worthy sharing their intimate stories with! not only saves you the boredom but also the trouble when they ask you for suggestions on what course of action to take when their relationship is going off the rails. as for your field trip, all i say is “good luck” 🙂

  5. Ah..thanx for the rocking comments. Surely I need to freak out this time. Maybe should try booze and G myself!What use being sober in a Intoxciated world..intoxicated secrets, intoxicated lies …. N I love that song man, CRAZY. The field trip is Friday…I plan to put up one entry( serious stuff this time!) LOL n no song, hmmm some lines…can’t do without it man.. hehehe but for now Loved ur suggestion Mpji…mero ta third eye khuleko jasto bho..people, people, people how strange can they be…Get close to one and then you are doomed for life,keta bhetyo usko ex-gf ko dil dukne, arko keta ko kura sunyo saathi lai irritation hune… yes better keep few contacts for sure.
    Be the Ultimate Lone Rider! 😉

  6. I do drink sometimes to gather enuf courage to express myself; especially in front of somebody – who, I think is ‘superior’ to me. I learnt it very late… if I could have managed to learn it during my teenage………I would have a few (luv) stories to share! ha ha ha!

    If those frens of urs r close ones to u n they can manage to tell u their stories, only when they are drunk … YOU need to think……!

    Otherwise, its nice to stay away from them!

    “Galti hajar hunchhan yahan hosh harayeko bela, eklai timi na aau ma matiyeko bela!”
    —————————————————————–About 13 years back, I had been to Lumle; there was an excellent agricultural center, where I had met an Indian vendor selling his ‘imported’ cabbages!

    Hope, that center still exists there n people have learnt to grow cabbages!

    Wish u a nice trip!!

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