Yeah... Even my title is the same as another writer's.... with just a change....
I 3 have a love story.....
The ONLY engaging part,or should I say engaged part of my story is ....The GIRL!!!...................
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SUCKS!!!
Yeah...you read that right!! The girl is engaged..and all the '....'s are not my tears...Okay they kind of are. FINE!!!!! Screw it!!!!!
I am in a kind of a dilemma.. I run into her...pretty uncomfortably often....Annnnnd she's with THE guy.... hhhuuwwwaaaannnn....uuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwaaaannnnnnn... Okay,that's me trying to tell you that I am crying in words..Never mind. Okay,so this,probably as you know it,is MY RANT.
I type what ever I feel like,and very often what I don't want to feel like and post it and somehow,miraculously get people to read it...
By typing that,I take a big risk of losing those few people who happen to read what ever I write. I am willing to take the risk. I usually take risks. I took the risk of asking this girl out,the one about whom I mentioned above. Here's the best part,and the most stupid part too... I asked her out in front of THE guy. Maybe not the best way to make her firmly believe in my feelings,but for sure,I meant every word of it.
Whatever gave me the extra guts,balls and sucked the brains out of my skull,I sort of thank it.
Right now,I am listenning to this concert by John Mayer in Los Angeles. He's playing "Stop this train"... Love the song,and the things and the girl I mentioned above.
The song puts me into a contemplative frame of mind,YYeeaaahh...mind,barely have one.
Today's nonsense shall revolve around the girl. We don't really talk. I mean...Yeah,we........don't talk.
End of story.All can pack off and go away. God damn it,How does anyone read this bullshit??
We run into each other(I am the one usually running,she's err...walking,like most humans do.) Neither of us are able to muster up so much as a smile. But there are a few things I respect in this woman!! One,Damn,she doesn't have to show as much a square inch of her skin,apart from that of her face to look JAW DROPPING-LY,MIND NUMBING-LY BEAUTIFUL!! So much so that calling her sexy would..and should be considered an insult to her beauty. There's another of John Mayer's song that perfectly describes her(I guess I was made to write this today somehow). The song is "Daughters".
Two,She is very...extremely culturally grounded. Hell that is one thing hard to come by!
I'll tell you an instance that happened recently. Yyyeah she was walking with THE guy..Now usually according to the customs she is supposed to follow, you are to wear a scarf and cover your head with it,when you are outside,specially when you are with your man,or I guess even otherwise. What this custom wants to convey to passers-by is that the lady belongs to her man only. We ran into each other. For some reason,her scarf had slipped off her head. Upon seen me,her first reaction was to put the scarf back,covering her head. She respects her guy that much?? Atleast her respect is worth respecting.
I am going to be a complete arsehole and say that she is responsible for my pathetic situation!!
So here goes...now I am the arsehole...annnd...SHE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY PATHETIC SITUATION!!!!!
Hmmm,I guess I pulled that off pretty well.
So now that I am so done with exams,failing exams and thinking of failing exams,I want to go to this place,about 1300 kilometers from where I sit now,to a place I call home. I want to go,play my guitar,more than Bryan Adams cries about having played till his fingers bled or something,way back in 1969. I want to read all stuff I wanted to read up,watch movies till I go blind(errr.... not exactly),prepare myself for all CATs and dogs, run till roads end,do everything to the point that I have never done before,and most importantly,tell this stupid girl that I have decided not to get over her. I don't want her to be my "girlfriend". I shall be more than happy to see her as mine,somewhere inside the world that I live in...
I 3 have a love story.....
The ONLY engaging part,or should I say engaged part of my story is ....The GIRL!!!...................
..........................................................................................................................................................
SUCKS!!!
Yeah...you read that right!! The girl is engaged..and all the '....'s are not my tears...Okay they kind of are. FINE!!!!! Screw it!!!!!
I am in a kind of a dilemma.. I run into her...pretty uncomfortably often....Annnnnd she's with THE guy.... hhhuuwwwaaaannnn....uuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwaaaannnnnnn... Okay,that's me trying to tell you that I am crying in words..Never mind. Okay,so this,probably as you know it,is MY RANT.
I type what ever I feel like,and very often what I don't want to feel like and post it and somehow,miraculously get people to read it...
By typing that,I take a big risk of losing those few people who happen to read what ever I write. I am willing to take the risk. I usually take risks. I took the risk of asking this girl out,the one about whom I mentioned above. Here's the best part,and the most stupid part too... I asked her out in front of THE guy. Maybe not the best way to make her firmly believe in my feelings,but for sure,I meant every word of it.
Whatever gave me the extra guts,balls and sucked the brains out of my skull,I sort of thank it.
Right now,I am listenning to this concert by John Mayer in Los Angeles. He's playing "Stop this train"... Love the song,and the things and the girl I mentioned above.
The song puts me into a contemplative frame of mind,YYeeaaahh...mind,barely have one.
Today's nonsense shall revolve around the girl. We don't really talk. I mean...Yeah,we........don't talk.
End of story.All can pack off and go away. God damn it,How does anyone read this bullshit??
We run into each other(I am the one usually running,she's err...walking,like most humans do.) Neither of us are able to muster up so much as a smile. But there are a few things I respect in this woman!! One,Damn,she doesn't have to show as much a square inch of her skin,apart from that of her face to look JAW DROPPING-LY,MIND NUMBING-LY BEAUTIFUL!! So much so that calling her sexy would..and should be considered an insult to her beauty. There's another of John Mayer's song that perfectly describes her(I guess I was made to write this today somehow). The song is "Daughters".
Two,She is very...extremely culturally grounded. Hell that is one thing hard to come by!
I'll tell you an instance that happened recently. Yyyeah she was walking with THE guy..Now usually according to the customs she is supposed to follow, you are to wear a scarf and cover your head with it,when you are outside,specially when you are with your man,or I guess even otherwise. What this custom wants to convey to passers-by is that the lady belongs to her man only. We ran into each other. For some reason,her scarf had slipped off her head. Upon seen me,her first reaction was to put the scarf back,covering her head. She respects her guy that much?? Atleast her respect is worth respecting.
I am going to be a complete arsehole and say that she is responsible for my pathetic situation!!
So here goes...now I am the arsehole...annnd...SHE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY PATHETIC SITUATION!!!!!
Hmmm,I guess I pulled that off pretty well.
So now that I am so done with exams,failing exams and thinking of failing exams,I want to go to this place,about 1300 kilometers from where I sit now,to a place I call home. I want to go,play my guitar,more than Bryan Adams cries about having played till his fingers bled or something,way back in 1969. I want to read all stuff I wanted to read up,watch movies till I go blind(errr.... not exactly),prepare myself for all CATs and dogs, run till roads end,do everything to the point that I have never done before,and most importantly,tell this stupid girl that I have decided not to get over her. I don't want her to be my "girlfriend". I shall be more than happy to see her as mine,somewhere inside the world that I live in...
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