Monday 27 April 2015
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Wednesday 1 April 2015
Love?
I don't know why some people still leave in the old times. A neighbor of mine started to give me lecture about love. And it was soo irritating. She said that I won't understand love as I'm still a kid (seriously? Hello I'm turning 18). According to her love should be like that of husband and wives, meaning that kinda trust and love and you know that typical Indian type husband-wive! She thinks young and free kind of love is childish, but i disagree. I am young, and i should be enjoying my youth rather than finding the person i would like to call my husband. Life is small, yet there are a lot of thinks to discover. I am not anti-love yet i would be happier what make ME happy, travel the world, dress up to impress myself and enjoy my life. As my sister said she doesn't want to waste her life on finding the right one, but obviously she is ready for flings, infatuation, crush. And i do agree with her. Some people come in a relation and name it love, tbh, love doesn't happen so frequently. and even if love happens there are three types of love great love, real love and true love.
Like any real love
It’s ever changing
Like any true love
It drives you crazy**
I'm still not sure what kinda love i want i my life.
**Like any great love
It keeps you guessingLike any real love
It’s ever changing
Like any true love
It drives you crazy**
PEOPLE LIKE ME.
Sisters are not only connected to by blood but sometimes love. You're sister maybe your own, or cousin, or best friends. I remember i used to say to my mother that i don't need a sister, but now when i have grown up, i have so many sisters. Well we aren't related by blood, they all are my friends. They are the ones i can't live without. Two of my sisters aren't of religion, but i don't care. This doesn't create a barrier between us. Cause when you make someone you're sister, you promise to be by her side no matter what, give her shoulder to cry on, give her a reason to keep smiling, teasing her, keeping each others secrets safe and loving her more than anything. I don't prefer to call them my "so-called sister", but my "dear sis". My sisters are all a crazy bunch of people without whom, i may have been really miserable. They are not any less than angels, they have always been by my side through various phases of my life. They have also asked for my help, and shared their darkest secrets with me. It's funny how, a stranger first becomes you're friend and turns out to be a sister, who is gonna be with you forever. But that's the good side of sisters, like any other blood related sister our sisters by choice are also teasing us. They know you're secrets, which no one else knows so they are always teasing you. They are a friendly threat to you're secrets. They want something, "To this or else i'll that secret to everyone." You've got a new crush, they are teasing you, if he has liked you're pic or status and the ohhs and ahhs if he smiles at you. Well they even take the role of you're parents, the will be angry on you scold you if you are going on the wrong track. they will become Hitlers if you are going bad. Yet they won't leave a chance to pamper you and spoil you with things you love. So hey, sisters, be it own, cousin or so-so-called they are an essential part of you're life (for me they are). They have helped to get through harsh and awesome stages of my life. Love you my sisters.
** This one's dedicated all my sisters. My sisters from other misters. :* <3**
WHO RUN THE WORLD
Why am i missing you so much? I shouldn't miss you right? I mean like i know you are not returning back ever, and even if you come here for a lil visit, why would meet me? You are 11:30 hours behind where i live. I know tomorrow you won't be here, with me. But why is my eyes searching for you, why does my ears want to hear your voice; when you have rejected all we had. I'm tired to leaving in false hope, i shouldn't hope for you to return. Cause if you do, I'll see my heart break one more time. Well but, this time it wont pain or sound won't come. You see cause when one's heart breaks like 2 to 3 times nothing happens any longer to it. And you have alone broke my heart 4 times, and that's enough for me...Or maybe not. Whatever it might be, i always wish to meet you at least once. Just to say these words, "I still do love you, but thanks for you I've realized how much my friends care for me. You were right I don't deserve you're love, I deserve much better. Yet I would love to love you forever."
However, sometimes I feel like cursing you and killing you. My friends join me too. as I said before i have changed. I'm no longer that delicate darling, i'm a different girl now. Anyone can understand from how i behave. TBH, if i meet you i'll put one finger in the air. And that's the end. I don't wanna talk any further. Maybe I'll just be a tad rude, play with you're mind, but that's what i'll love to do. To keep you second guessing, who i am. And if you come to say hi, well don't expect me to be like "ohhh, hey! I missed, can we be friends. Please!" NO! THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!
I maybe sounding complicated, but honestly I am complicated. My mood can change whenever possible. I can love someone, the very next moment hate that person. I love food, and chocolates (specially on those days!). Yes, this is what girls do, and we are happy to accept it. Trust the best thing, you can blame this numerous mood swings on the female hormones, and you have to agree girls though you hate it, you can't live without it. Hardcore feminist speaking the next lines.
**Some of them men think they freak this like we do
But no they don't
Make your cheques come at they neck,
Disrespect us no they won't**
But no they don't
Make your cheques come at they neck,
Disrespect us no they won't**
AFTER 5 YEARS
It had been 5 years. Me and my best friend had planned this 5 years ago, but due to many reason's we couldn't make it happen. We had planned it when every girl was obsessed with Hannah Montana, so were we. Both us could find the story to be just us. We used to sing songs, write songs. That was the best time of my life. We even bought Hannah Montana merchandises, it was then when we planned for a Miley-Lily kind of a day together. Unluckily the next year, we grew apart. For no reason, both us were angry on each other. Still, i missed her like hell. She was the only one to whom i could tell all my secrets. It wasn't easy for me to be apart from her. I only know how much i had to battle with my emotions. But if love is great, you reunite. The next year, we both confessed that we missed each other. We talked how much our life has changed. Only to realize, we did change, but we both still shared the same interests. The next 2 years she always had been, by my side. From, understanding how i felt when my heart was broken to all the reasons behind my acts. She can understand me well, we both are not sisters by blood, yet our bond is as strong as blood sister's. Unlike others, she understands that i still love my "first love", and she is also almost same kind of a situation. We help each other, in any possible way. Anyways at 1 am via whatsapp we decided for day together. When she came we talked a lot, about how we had planned this day 5 years ago. We did everything we planned, plus extra things. As we saw Definitely, Maybe we crushed on Ryan Reynolds. We called each other Queen Susan and Queen Lucy, (our narnia stage!), just then we realized our celebrity crushes are growing up so fast. She yelled at me, cause i was being formal just then i yelled "idiot!". And ended up laughing. KFC? Subway? or Dominos? we re confused where to eat. so we started counting "10.20.30...100" In short it was indeed a Miley-Lily day. Sometimes, you don't need that special one, to make you realize that you are love, Cause for that you're friends are enough. No one understands me better than a group of amazing psych people, who i call my friends. This is what friends are for, to stay with you no matter what.
**Thank goodness for best friends. For true friends, the ones who love you no matter what**
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