Dear Tom Yum Soup,
As manly as you sound, your taste makes me rethink your gender. Such readily displayed passion can only be a woman's forte and I will refer to you as woman. I hope you don't mind.
My conversation with your pal, Chicken Clear was clearly, a reflective one and has made me contemplate on the benefits of having a soup as your best friend. I have to say that there are more disadvantages than I would like to believe but I know how passionate, sensitive and hormonal you are so I would exclude it from this conversation. Let's just say that our relationship works because of the one-time-good-conversation-never-to-be-seen-again phenomenon. All your herbs are making me cranky already; your womanly demeanor passing into me like the monthly cycles of girls who share a room together, dirty linen included.
You know how in movies when a woman begins to narrate her saga of love life, she pauses for a bit and stares long at the camera, well I would do that too, except I am afraid to lose track of time lest you become cold and inconsistent, just like a man. I fear that your attention will not last further than a few minutes into the conversation regarding hair, more so because you don't have any, (nor the concept of hair in your breed.) so I will keep it short. Consider yourself lucky and my tirade as a folklore that you were lucky to hear before your ultimate death. Time and again, I have been asked to explain the very attention-seeking act of chopping off my locks for no supposed reason and I have always answered two separate things to two separate kinds of people. To the sensitive lads, I told them it was a very practical decision to cut off all the hair to beat the summer heat. To the practical ones, I told them it was an impulsive decision of performing a dare (and winning). Both are true to an extent that I am convinced it was a result of the two. But as psychology has proven time and again, there was an underlying layer of sentiment to it, one that involved a certain someone.
Maybe it is different in your culture and mating habits, but amongst us privileged to be deemed humans,we have always been a victim to the Laws of Attraction. Without elaborating further, the point of the short hair was to beat the fundamental law of attraction and saving yourself from severe pain later in the relationship. In other words, look bad, attract none, get attracted by none, stay passive. I don't know if it really worked because it is as easy as handing me a bowl of soup for me to spam you with my hormonal decisions.
As I sip you lightly, my stomach reeks of a warmth that may as well be described as heartburn.
The spices that stick to my throat tingle and burn.
But just like every other woman, I sip some cold water and wash it away. You know Soup, sometimes I feel that the womankind have lost their passion, their hormones to the fear and insecurity of the men they once loved. Their sorrows have taken the form of stalagmites and feminism is their child born out of wedlock.
Just like you Soup, women have turned bitter, cold and inconsistent, with flailing attention.
With all this extra Vinegar, you taste as strong as Vodka and are just as well making me reveal secrets.
Is it any comfort then, that as I drink you, my tongue is exhausted by the flavour already and yet, there is a moment of reconciliation when I feel I am drinking my own tears from the past?
You are a true lady, Tom Yum Soup.
Yours,
Me.
As manly as you sound, your taste makes me rethink your gender. Such readily displayed passion can only be a woman's forte and I will refer to you as woman. I hope you don't mind.
My conversation with your pal, Chicken Clear was clearly, a reflective one and has made me contemplate on the benefits of having a soup as your best friend. I have to say that there are more disadvantages than I would like to believe but I know how passionate, sensitive and hormonal you are so I would exclude it from this conversation. Let's just say that our relationship works because of the one-time-good-conversation-never-to-be-seen-again phenomenon. All your herbs are making me cranky already; your womanly demeanor passing into me like the monthly cycles of girls who share a room together, dirty linen included.
You know how in movies when a woman begins to narrate her saga of love life, she pauses for a bit and stares long at the camera, well I would do that too, except I am afraid to lose track of time lest you become cold and inconsistent, just like a man. I fear that your attention will not last further than a few minutes into the conversation regarding hair, more so because you don't have any, (nor the concept of hair in your breed.) so I will keep it short. Consider yourself lucky and my tirade as a folklore that you were lucky to hear before your ultimate death. Time and again, I have been asked to explain the very attention-seeking act of chopping off my locks for no supposed reason and I have always answered two separate things to two separate kinds of people. To the sensitive lads, I told them it was a very practical decision to cut off all the hair to beat the summer heat. To the practical ones, I told them it was an impulsive decision of performing a dare (and winning). Both are true to an extent that I am convinced it was a result of the two. But as psychology has proven time and again, there was an underlying layer of sentiment to it, one that involved a certain someone.
Maybe it is different in your culture and mating habits, but amongst us privileged to be deemed humans,we have always been a victim to the Laws of Attraction. Without elaborating further, the point of the short hair was to beat the fundamental law of attraction and saving yourself from severe pain later in the relationship. In other words, look bad, attract none, get attracted by none, stay passive. I don't know if it really worked because it is as easy as handing me a bowl of soup for me to spam you with my hormonal decisions.
As I sip you lightly, my stomach reeks of a warmth that may as well be described as heartburn.
The spices that stick to my throat tingle and burn.
But just like every other woman, I sip some cold water and wash it away. You know Soup, sometimes I feel that the womankind have lost their passion, their hormones to the fear and insecurity of the men they once loved. Their sorrows have taken the form of stalagmites and feminism is their child born out of wedlock.
Just like you Soup, women have turned bitter, cold and inconsistent, with flailing attention.
With all this extra Vinegar, you taste as strong as Vodka and are just as well making me reveal secrets.
Is it any comfort then, that as I drink you, my tongue is exhausted by the flavour already and yet, there is a moment of reconciliation when I feel I am drinking my own tears from the past?
You are a true lady, Tom Yum Soup.
Yours,
Me.
5 comments:
When I cut my hair, it was for a certain someone too. Or rather, to spite the certain someone.
Us women.
Like the Tom Yum Soup.
Sigh.
I'm sleepy now. This probably doesn't make sense right now. I'm just stringing together different thoughts in my head.
FINALLY! :D
I have a courier for you.
And I thought I was the only one who cut her hair on impulse. Sigh :P
I still stand by what I said: I think you look hot with the short hairdo. Also, how do you beat the Law Of Attraction because even though you would like to believe that no one would fall for you, you are still just as vulnerable to fall for others? Last time I checked, most men had hair.
P.S- I think I Love You.
"The spices that stick to my throat tingle and burn.
But just like every other woman, I sip some cold water and wash it away"
Favorite lines for reasons more than many :)
Erm, okay. That's weird.
In a strange but nice way, that is.
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