Disgruntled ramblings about Life and the challenges it poses, childishly analyzing them and providing absolutely no conclusion whatsoever. Also trying to promote a message board forum, where you are supposed to get advice on matters like How to get a (social) life or How to get your girl back.

30 June 2007

Now playing : The Doors - The End
Playing back then : Ziggy X - Bassdusche

So you've opened the door. Big fu-king deal. You go to your place and sit down. While you do that, you could swear SHE'S looking at you. But you'll never know, because you ain't gonna ask her if she did. And no, it's not because you can't have her - it's because you tried having her and you fu-ked up good someplace, and now, you can't have her. It's damage beyond repair. Corrupted fu-king hard drive clusters, you goddamn geek.
OK, maybe you could go talk to her. Maybe she wouldn't laugh in your face. Maybe her face wouldn't show disgust. But that's so unlikely, oh so very unlikely. Then again, this is just a matter of how you look at it. Our whole fu-king lives are just a matter of how you look at it.

...You know it could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping, and toss it out' the window on a moving car.
- There's always that.

Fight Club, baby.
One of the two greatest movies about life.

But we'll get to it later. Now back to that little claustrophobic place you call "Your World". Back to that pathetic time frame in your life you wish never existed. But do you really?..
Anyway, a matter of how you look at it. I dunno, the only thing that should be said here, the way you looked at it never got you anywhere. And it's not supposed to take you anywhere, except maybe to a quick drop and a sudden stop.

Pirates of the Caribbean, baby.
One of MANY great movies that got worse with each sequel.

So you're sitting in the back, pretending that you don't watch her. The bright side is that you're so fu-king lame that you don't realize the full extent of what you have done. This girl's gonna be in your dreams for many years to come, long after you've corrected your stupid ways of living, met lots of other smart and beautiful (and blond) girls (with blue eyes). Let's not drift from the main point (huh?) by questioning why did that happen of if that could've been avoided, because the facts are straight as fu-king arrows, and they all are lined up nicely in front of you -

1. Yes, at one moment, she was in love with you.
2. No, you weren't that smart to realize it.
3. Yes, that had to do with you two breaking up.
4. No, you can't do anything about it (now).

Ah, that naive young heart. Always longing exactly for the things it can't have. Wonder if that is necessarily true? I mean, theoretically, you can always do stuff like CALL her, or TALK to her, or TRY to EXPLAIN things. But, I guess, this is where you can't help to do anything else, but wonder if this may be why Life and Music are almost the same
(hint - Always On My Mind, Fields Of Gold), and Movies are NOT like Life (hint - Bad Boys II, Spider-Man 2).

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