Sorted. But of course.

Run away with my heart
Run away with my soul
Run away with my whole...

Yesterday fucking sucked. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
Everything I didn't want to discuss I ended up explaining in detail.
All the things I wanted to avoid, I came face to face with...
Ah well, I cannot keep walking away from my troubles.

You think WWII was a mess? Welcome to my life... the battles are neverending.

The Maldivian (twisted and incredibly hypocritical) society thrives on scandalous gossip, regardless of the extensive damage caused to it's victims. Females in particular are targetted and criticised for what are considered grave errors in etiquette (in itself a varying factor).

I hang out with guys mostly. And guys move in packs. Thus I move in a pack (uh uh, da female gangsta...). I just enjoy their company over most females. I neither ask from them nor perform for them any of the exotic sexual favors I have been rumored to. I can choose my company they say, if I can accept to consequences of being judged by their behavoir. Yeah, thats cool with me. They're loud and shameless, they cuss and smoke (some weed but I ain't into that), brag about sexual adventures that never happened and fantasize about all...everything with a pussy basically - but hey, they ARE male.
Maybe not the best thing for a single and looking female to be associated with? Agreed. So where does the 'she has a tendency to gang bang...she plays porn videos...' etc fit in? So not part of the deal. Farting in public might have been a better accusation (still FALSE) because hell yeah, these guys (and all men in general) tend to indulge in this activity 24/7 regardless of place and company. I'm sure none of them are, or are likely to become porn stars. Yet my association with them provokes this discussion?

CRAZY MALDIVIANS.

They have sites dedicated to posting random pics of gals and guys on the net aimlessly, without reason of any sort. My people are bored people. Come to Maldives for holiday, it's paradise on earth! Come to live here though, you'll be commiting suicide in less than a month.

Romeo and Juliet/DhonHiyala and Alifulhu/Laila and Majnoon/Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal/Beauty and the Beast/Aladdin and Jasmine/Simba and Nala/Cleopatra and Anthony/Bush and Terrorism/Maumoon and Power... as you like it, really... why is it always the two in the story? Add a few more for confusion and frustration and reality. Nothing is ever clear cut in life. Why should the right man/woman be?

Infact, I often find myself fancying more than one guy... I don't see anything wrong with it. Until of course, I've led them both on and I can't decide who or what I want. Selfish eh? Oh that's life. Natural selection baby, the female chooses her mate. Get over it.
Anyway... man (a) sweet, sincere, doesn't smoke <damn...bummer>, cute, plays guitar > = probably long lasting relationship
man (b) hot, sexy, smokes, into hiphop culture, funny and a bit of 'badboy' <ooh la la! adorable ...irrisistable> mixed in with the classic mama's boy <awww> = we (the boy lovers) all wanna tame that wild man don't we? Want them to fall for us, long and hard with plenty of passion and considerable tenderness but still fuck us like tigers. Yea, that's the truth. Obviously, seriously complicated and risky. (Forbidden fruit allure...)
man (c) mysterious, more accesible, funny... quite possibly hot <ie. reetchakah nufeney>
WTF do I do???
Aaaa... the complexities of life. Ladies, you know what I mean.