Itchy Bitchy

Valentine’s Day. Sans flowers, sans chocolates, sans greeting cards, sans presents. My Valentino may be far away, but hey, for a hopeless romantic like me, I surpassed it! The pressure of being alone will stay, but I’ll get used to it.  Coz this thing called LOVE   will always reside in my heart. And yeah, there’s still life, still got DVD’s of Grey’s Anatomy to catch up watching late at nights, a life size pillow to cuddle up and a pack of Hershey’s Nuggets to nibble.    

Two monks on a pilgrimage came to the ford of a river. There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery. Obviously not knowing what to do since the river was high and she did not want to spoil her clothes.

Without more ado, one of the monks took her on his back, carried her across and put her down on dry ground on the other side. Then the monks continued on their way, but the other monk after an hour started complaining.

“Surely, it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with women.
How could you go against the rule of Monks?”

The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked,

“I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?”