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Twilight, once again.

After many more winters, There will come a night,
A night you will feel brave enough, To walk down that memory lane.
And one last time, you will want to take a turn, with undeserving hope,
To the alley where we first met.
You will not find me there, or you, then who are you looking for ?
 
But if you stay long enough, you will see –
The blurred and long lost ghost of our pasts – yearning to laugh out loud.
If the winds of Time had swept away my footprints –  Do not linger,
Why do you want the slow wetness of loneliness, trickling down that once happy face ?
 
You have always found the Twilight romantic, But I’ve always been scared by it.
For, It does not remind me of the wonderful Night ahead,
But only of separation, of a tired Day.
 
And like the Day, I will wish you farewell.
But if only like the Night, you had wanted me to come back.
If only like the Night, you had opened the door of Dawn,
For that one last look, before you left me forever.

Some things will never change

You'll never chase, 
She wont quit chasing you, 
No matter what you do, how you want it,
Some things will never change. 

All you can do now, 
Is to give her her name back,
No matter how much it hurts,
Some things should never change. 

But you know it deep down, 
That you wont quit,
That you just can't loose,
Some things can never change.

You can't walk down that road again,
You can never hold another hand again,
No matter what you did,
Some things, never change.

Only once can you give, 
With all you got, 
When you walk down that aisle,
Under the scorching torch,
A drop of tear, in all its might, 
Will tell you only one thing
Some things will never change. 

Sharing a few nice blogs.

I have this habit of asking my friends to write me long mails, not all friends, just the ones who can write really good, and I should say this, the person who’ll be reading this post first, Su Chhe, is the best at it, Su always writes me great mails every single time I ask of her. 

But sometimes, like right now, when I can’t find anything for a light reading, I just read the old “favorites” posts in Google Reader. I’m sharing a list of RSS feeds you can subscribe to, which I find funny and great for light reading.

Dear Girls Above Me http://www.deargirlsaboveme.com
Not Always Right | Funny & Stupid Customer Quotes http://notalwaysright.com
Dear blank, please blank. http://dearblankpleaseblank.com
Twitter / MykaFox http://twitter.com/MykaFox
Twitter / shitmydadsays http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

dream girl. literally.

speech-talk-man-woman-say-listen-think1.jpgI’ve been having really weird dreams lately. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but these dreams are leaving a kind of lasting impression on me, and it’s affecting my daily life. 

One night I had this really weird dream, I was with a close friend of mine, at some place I’ve never been to in my life, wherever I was, I knew it was comfortable, she was sitting right next to me, or more like on my lap or leaning very close to me, she had her arms around my neck, and she was looking at me, and she looked very happy, she had a glow around her face, an innocence, an expression, more like a question, I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I looked deep into her eye, I could feel it, I could physically feel the passion, the heat, as I took her face in my hands and kissed her.

I woke up, and I felt “different”, in a good way, in a really, pleasingly, good way. The first thing I did that day was to check out her photos in Facebook, I guess I had an unexplainable urge to see her, and it felt kind of nice. Before I knew it, I was in love with her, I just have to see her all the time, talk to her, be with her, and if I can’t do any of these, I just have to keep thinking about her, and all the classic symptoms as put forth by the poets and artists since time unknown, they’re all there, the more I started thinking about it, the more I realized she is the perfect woman is for me. Until today when I realized I was actually addicted to her in a very unhealthy way, I’m obsessing.

Do I genuinely like her or is it all the lasting effect, like a hangover, of a silly stupid dream? How can I be for sure, when I think about it, she’s just the perfect person, I just like everything about her, she’s spontaneous, she’s smart, she’s fun, she’s classy, she’s optimistic, she’s honest, she’s straight forward, she’s got a fairly good humour sense, I can talk to her for hours on end about anything and not get bored, and I like me when I’m with her, I’m like a whole other person, it’s all good. But why didn’t I notice before? 

Is she or is she not. ?

To my ex-girlfriends,

To the one who went all upset and fought with me when I said “If I learned anything about being in love, I learned it from my parents, still madly in love after all these years”,
No, It doesn’t mean I think you and me are not good enough, it just means they’re awesome. First off, I was just casually talking about my parents, and despite the context, you really should have been just crazy to take offence in a statement like that.

To the one who kicked my bike and called me names when I said “I dont know why I smoke”,
I still don’t know why I smoked, I guess it just felt good, but apparently that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, I’m sorry I didn’t let you try, its a hard habit to get rid of, I know it first hand. FYI, I quit.

To the one who went crazy because I gave a ride to my sister in my bike,
No, I am not really into incest and you didn’t buy me my bike, I brought it while we were going out doesn’t mean you’re the only person who’s allowed to ride with me. For crying out loud, that was my frigging sister.

To the girl who round-house-kicked me when I said I like fat girls too,
No, I really don’t have a thing for fat girls, I just lied because I didn’t want you your fat ass to be upset, I never really cared for how you looked, but I’m telling you, you are incredibly bitchy. 

To the clingy one who had a problem with my being ‘different’ with my friends,
I’m actually happy when I’m with them, I don’t have to pretend. That’s the difference.

To the one who asked Mike Tyson to kill me when I said ‘you weren’t mature enough’,
No, for the last fucking time, I wasn’t talking about your boobs, they’re all good and mature, I was just talking about the way you made a great big scene at the parking lot ATM, in front of God and everybody, because I didn’t invite you to come with me while I took money off my account. 

To the one who told me “don’t act like you are 19”
I was fucking 19 at the time, what else was I gonna do ?

To the one who said “he’s like a brother to me”
That explains why he was describing your tits in colorful details to his friends in the cafeteria, I’m sorry I misunderstood his brotherly love. 

Dedicated to all those mutual friends who asked me “What happened”. 

To the potential girlfriend : Yeah, I’m mean and I do these kind of things. I’m also a geek and I hate shopping. But the rumors about me being a sex god are, infact, true. 

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