To all friends back home who listen to one side of the story, who have easy access to talk and bitch and never give a shit about listening to the other side of the story, HI to you guys too. The birthday video was so terrible, I had tears in my eyes as it came to an end. I cunt believe it. Yes, I seriously cunt believe it.
Also, to really wonderful friends I have, those of you with your superficial smiles and your fake ego boost ups, thanks a lot its been one year in the US with your obnoxious memories.
I also want to thank a special friend who sent me a Rakhi and said she made it with her hand. You should've told me you had bought it from the market and not 'joked' about making it with your hands because I was fighting with my roomies here for putting an armpit deodrant stick very close to where I had put the carefully defended and untouched Rakhi. Also, thanks a lot for bitching about me. Yes please go over the city telling people I have a crush on your best friend and I am quite possessive and jealous about her new boyfriend while she discusses this on her fanmail forum.
I am the same guy everywhere. Geography doesn't change me. Perspective doesn't change me. I've always been snobby and I've always tried to rub my decisions over people who I think are close to me. I am same. I don't call 'special' people just because I am away from Kingsville. When I am with my brother I am horribly bored, because he leaves me at home and leaves for work. So I have nothing better to do except call people who are horrible enough to bear my boredom.
And the flowers, were PINK. Pink stands for friendship. :) Just like that smiley. I thought you could figure it out with all those pathetic Bollywood movies you watch.
the hyperactive nightmare dream is back.
Thank you all. I've seen worse here. I've endured more pain and mental trauma than horribly recorded abusive videos that show no signs of affection instead put anonymous people crying about how awful they look in front of the cam and ask them to put it away. There has been a great deal of misunderstandings and miscommunication in my life. All of them directly excluded me and my side of the story ala conversation and just had their own versions and crappy cover songs with bad acoustics to add to their pathetic excuse for gossip. So this is not new to me. What is new to me though, are my own antics. How I let these things bother me. Wither my will not to blog about my life instead of writing something meaningful. But I guess I won't change. If I have to take up a pen, then it must only be in angst and in contemplation or self defense like this one. What ecstasy this holds though, is that as soon as I blog about it, I'm over it. Its like my mental abyss where I throw things into and can live with the fact that I will never have to face it again.
Ahem. Ahem (Louder and clearer this time). So, now that I'm done with the child in me play with my blog for a long time, let me write a decent, meaningful blog. Don't remember the last time I did that. So I don't think its going to be all fun and humor. Its going to concise. Oh come on. Let's face it. I'm not in the mood right now. So I will just let it pass.
But I do have some good news. All suckers of Lapaki are in for a great treat. I've just recently got in touch with that bastard who is upto no good and having a dialog with him is ever more complicated. I'm willing to put it up on my blog, this one and this one only. The other one is in too much public eye. This one is not. This one is like my teddy bear, I don't want people to see it and think I'm gay to have turned 23 and still play with it.
So, Lapaki is going to be back. He WILL kickass. He will perform feats of the likes of Chuck Norris. He will be a great show stealer. Its exactly going to be like old times. Classic.
Till then, to people who call me a friend and can't bear with me, to girls who think I'm 'possessive', 'definitely can't make his mind up', 'really must be liking me', 'or wait, does he?', 'but its ok I can still bitch about him because I am not yet over him and really because my best friend values my word more than his and is a big dumb bitch herself' and 'once in a while its ok to be influenced by others' opinions', so long. Happy gossiping, happy assuming, happy self loathing topped with inferior and pscyho like behavioral tendencies. This one doesn't give a shit. Or wait, do I? Do you wish I give a shit about you or not? Go figure.
