Returning to blogging?

Hey there people.

I am sorry, for taking such a long break. 1 year and 4 months to be exact to concentrate on my career.

This period of time have been interesting. My outlook change, my views on life in general, and love also.

I am probably returning soon.

I am back!

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I wonder if I would ever be able to express my feelings in words.

I remember that I had two friends, who at some point in their lives, had a bad breakup. They were constantly in agony. I asked them, if the relationship was worth it, as the other party wasn't worth their agony. Their reply was that even if your heart was broken at this time, they rather have their heart broken, and loved before, than never to know love at all. I finally understand what they were talking about today.

I always felt that I was a guy who is able to keep his own emotions in check, the one was is constantly "steady". I was wrong after all, as I am still only human. The agony, is hard to tolerate for long. The worst part of everything that went wrong is perhaps the most tragic reason of all. There wasn't any reason, nor quarrels. At the end of the day, if it ended, I wouldn't mind, if that I had a reason. Now, there will forever be a part of me left empty, as there isn't any closure. Maybe one day it will fill up slowly, but markings will forever be there.

If the relationship ended with one of us hating another, perhaps the pain would be easier to tolerate. It ended, with only sadness now, and sadness it would forever be.

Thanks for teaching me how to laugh,
Thanks for teaching me how to cry,
Thanks for making me worry hard,
and thanks for teaching me about love.

Two Tall Tales

1) About a cross dresser who literally falls in love with his own image as a girl

2) About a world where the remaining days of your lives can be purchased or sold on the market like gold.

Slum

I need to get out of the slum asap. Life has been strange these few days, a cocktail of cigs, liquor, work, exercise to occupy my time to the brim. I can't stand being alone for extended period of life unlike the past.

My body is almost at it's limit at the way I am pushing it.

Thank god for friends, or Allah, or Buddha or whomever up there.

I am actually looking forward to the start of my work.

She is gone.

She's gone,
Out of my life.
I was wrong,
I can't live without her love.
In my life
There's just an empty space.
All my dreams are lost.

Boobs ARE GREAT!

Recently I and a female friend of mine had an debate that was totally about boobs. Boobs, as far as most men are concerned, were worth the rib that God took from Adam to make Eve. The moment we are born, boobs gives us life! Breast milk! In fact, it is like the most wonderful thing in the universe, and definitely better than playstation 3! Small boobs, medium boobs, big boobs, we love all boobs except for men boobs.

You know, if not for boobs, a lot of people would be jobless? All those plastic surgeons, lingerie models and those huge companies selling lingerie that employs thousand of people like Victoria Secrets etc. They are also the reason for many actresses overwhelming fan support. Do you think we love Megan Fox because she can act? I don’t think so.

One curious point of the debate I have is that why are men so attracted to boobs, they are just lumps of fat on a woman’s chest. Maybe it is because boobs are covered. Maybe if women go around topless and covered their noses instead, the nose would instead become a focal point for men instead of boobs. It would be an interesting concept but I doubt there would be enough women who are deranged enough to test this idea out.

Another curious question of the debate was why do some girls persist in wearing sexily or wanting larger boobs if they hate men staring at them. This is a weird love-hate relationship. They hate it when guys look at them yet they like to wear little. And if a guy doesn’t look, they feel insecure about their own looks. It is actually very complicated to understand women. My friend enlightened me to the reason why would women want bigger boobs. She just asked me, if I would prefer a shorter manhood. Only then I understood why are bigger boobs so important to girls. It is a matter of their pride.

This topic make for interesting discussion people.

Love and Trust

A very good friend of mine, told me that loving a person, is not expecting the person to love you in return 100% with the same amount of intensity you love him or her. I totally agree with her, but isn’t it fair for you to expect some dividends sometimes, or at least the acknowledgement from your loved ones that they know the effort and sacrifices you are making for them? Personally, I do not think a hug or kiss would be too hard, and that the labors your loved one have done for you, was to just to put another smile on your face.

trust

1. Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.


Trust, in a relationship is something to be debatable. How much should one trust his or her better half? Most people would say if you love a person, you should trust them 100%. I believe that this would be a questionable concept as the more you love a person, the more you would fear losing that person right? Also, many times are not that you do not trust the person, but you do not trust the people around them.

Most guys also hate it if the gf clubs. Even if they say they are fine and it is okay and whatsoever, they just fucking hate it to the core. They just don't want you to ruin your day after you promised your friends you would join them or something. Of course, this is assuming that the guy is normal, I have never seen any guy who doesn't mind at all that his gf is going clubbing and he isn't going. Infact most guys I know can't sleep the entire night if their gf is going to club.

This brings us towards the concept of vultures.

vul•ture As defined by an online dictionary.
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1. Any of various large birds of prey of the New World family Cathartidae or of the Old World family Accipitridae, characteristically having dark plumage and a featherless head and neck and generally feeding on carrion.
2. A person of a rapacious, predatory, or profiteering nature.

In relationships, I define vultures as son-of-the-bitch assholes. What these son-of-the-bitches do is to hang around your partner and wait for an opportunity to strike. Even when there isn’t any problem with your relationship, they will just try to move in on the pretext of being close friends. They are usually of the male gender, as only males would be this desperate. These bastards should die. Only in one situation would their presence be more tolerable. That is when the BF is a jerk and that the guy who is moving in truly love her with his heart.

In 99% of situations however, is that the guy who is trying to move in is just a fucking cheebye kia who deserves nothing less than groin rot and herpes.