hey ya all...

this is not one of those psycho-ish, beykaaru, hama nujehey stuff that i normally write...this is just a lil NOTICE to anybody who visits this blog in the near future...

i have been rather dumb and exceeded my net limit by downloading way too many stuff..(c'mon, who could just sit and stare while they released prison break finale and heroes and....you get the picure :P) so...this means that i shouldn't and cannot net ah vananings (oh da humanity!! )

anyways, this also means i wont be blogging for atleast a month or so..plus with the tests already here..this just might be a nubai minvarakun heyo minvareh negeyne kameh (as my islam teacher used to say)

so to all readers and (if any) followers...g'luck for the next few weeks of your life...and take care... and i guess i'll be back in the blogosphere after june to check out all the blogs and get back to all this again... :)

'hero':majeedhi magu light ga jehifa in cykeh ga in firheneh....

(phone ringing)

Hero: (takes out phone) hey hon..yeah...uhuh?...no, im just on my way to the house...sure sweetie..ya, i love ya too...bye..(puts phone back in coat pocket)

Hero: (mimics a woman's voice) where are you? what are you doing? take this..do that..(changes voice) that lil goddamn annoying bitch....!

this work is purely fictional...
oh so thats why..... -_-
  • you are going to be branded 'pathetic' if you got dumped...a 'bitch' if you dumped him/her..
  • you will be constantly finding reasons NOT to go out
  • when you do go out...its likely that you will feel like you have 'I'M SINGLE' branded on you forehead
  • you will start a weird obsession of staring at your phone...a lot
  • the messages in your phone are going to be read...over..and over...and over..(including the call me backs)
  • you will cry while watching every single episode of One Tree Hill...and all those lovey-dovey movies
  • everybody around you will suddenly start having stable/perfect relationships
  • your newest hobby would become staring at the ceiling
  • you are likely to become a studyaholic/workaholic
  • sleepless nights (duh!!)
  • its like getting pregnant...you might get this craving...any time..and you have to (i repeat, HAVE TO) have it..whatever it is...whatever the time is...
  • you start pondering about the big questions in life..like the meaning of life and death..and why we are here..(you know, ..deep shit)
  • you end up talking to strangers...a lot..and saying stuff...a lot
  • your personal msgs on msn and facebook statuses become extremely emo..
  • you feel guilty everytime you laugh
  • you get flashbacks out of the blue
  • and you end up staring at the mirror a lot
  • basically, i guess you do a lot of staring..
  • oh, and you might try to change your appearence in some way..(haircuts..werido hairdos..extreme piercings)
  • (if the break up was because of sumthin stupid he/she did) you will feel an extreme need to rebel against his/her comments/compliments...(eg: if he compliments your hair..you WILL feel an urge to cut it...like CUT it..!)
  • you will start checking his/her blog on a daily basis
  • you will starr checking his/her fb status every hour or so
  • your room will slowly deteriorate into a state of unfixableness
  • sudden urges to go out and party will come...and go...in a matter of minutes..
  • craving for ice cream (duh!)
  • craving for chocolate (double duh!)
  • lowered self esteem
  • you will start taking little things very personally and very (very!) emotionally
  • you will go into mourning (ie, wear black a lot)
  • you will wear loads of eye liner and andhun to prevent people from noticing your puffy eyes
  • short term memory loss
  • attention deficiency
  • talking in shakespearen lingo..wayy too much
  • your attire doesnt change for days..mostly huge tshirts with shorts..
  • signing up for thing you don't have time for (like yoga, martial arts, cake decorationg (we all know why) maa jehun, ) <- yoga does sound appealing ^^
  • get extremely jealous of hiro nakamura
  • get back on track with your reading
  • drawing (even if you dont know how to ) broken hearts...everywhere..(EVERYWHERE!)
  • updating your blog in a daily/weekly basis...mostly with love-sick posts and depressing poetry
  • reminicing about the 'good times'
  • 'accidental' calls to the ex-boyfriend/girlfriend
  • burning/throwing/melting/any sort of destructive method being used to destroy any gifts/flowers/cards recieved during the course of the relationship (if it was an ugly break up)
  • sleeping with gifts/flowers/cards recieved
  • staring at gifts/flowers/cards recieved
  • rings...oh dont even get me started on rings..!
  • if you have a camera..your photography will become extremely depressing
  • your lips become cracked
  • change in weight (may increase or decrease depending on individual)
  • having to get back in the 'game' buut, you are too tired for the game..
  • changing your whole perspective of life...
  • no more horny dreams of just one girl
  • no more nightmares/dreams of married life
  • extreme horni-ness
  • cats will suddenly become very friendly with you..and you will feel the need to adopt one..(DONT!)
  • shopping! shopping! and more shopping!
  • being broke...
  • no more eating out because you are broke
  • reminicing of the days you were broke...and you could still eat out..*sigh*
  • doing freaky daredevil stunts which end up really wrong (either in the hospital or the police office)
  • celebrating freedom!...and craving for unfreedom (i know thats not a word!..but do u want me to say slavery?)
  • you become rather fond of animals..(no! thats not what i meant! perv! -_-)
  • you start singing 'sexy back' in the shower
  • you start blaming everything on the breakup
oh, this is probably going to be a continuing list...and includes opinions that are common and unique to many others out there...so feel free to add in anything more..

oh oh, and this work is purely fiction :P so don't start lecturing me about being obsessive/unhappy/depression...blah blah...i just needed to write this...just for the heck of writing it...aiite?
two 'partey' at a street corner staring at a pretty girl walking by

partey 1: *whistles* hey sexy lady... *wink*

(pretty girl stops dead on her feet)

pretty girl: what do you think you are doing? eh? you really think that by hooting and calling me 'sexy' with that suggextive tone in your voice is really going to get me interested in you? or that pathetic winking is going to make me think of you as something more than a disgusting pervert whose life serves no purpose other than to aimlessly pace around the corners of streets trying to find girls to hoot at, which i would like to add is a pretty damn stupid method to use if you actually want to get a woman for you...which leads me to think that maybe, just maybe you are not interested in getting the girl...maybe you are just hoping that by doing so, you would be seen as somebody with hetreosexuality and maybe convince your miserable heart who is aching for that piece of meat right next to you, otherwise.... *winks back, turns around and leaves*


partey 2: hey man...err...i gotta go home..my mum called me a coupla hours ago..err..see ya man...*dashes off*

(this work is purely fictional...)
how sweet life would be,
if you would just be
my little figure on strings
and i could dance your feet away
tap on it till the end of day
nod your head to all my requests
leap up and take conquest
protect my honor and fear no wrath
i could make you
my one and only strength
sleep for me
eat for me
cry and just weep for me
fight for me
and strive for me
life has no meaning but what is said by me..

*slight maniac laughter....*

photo by Lady-Dementia (a deviant artist)
location: (maaveyo magu)

: usha!

girl: (turns around) don't try to make a scene...please!

guy: you know how much i love you? do you even have the slightest idea? (puffy eyes swelling up with tears..again)

girl: yes i do..but this in not...

guy: no you don't! (voice rising) you have no idea..if you did...you wouldn't do this to me..not in a million years!!

girl: i havn't done anything to you!..and therefore, i have nothing to say to you!..goodbye arshadh...

guy: (voice softens) love..don't..im begging you..(takes the girl's hand)..this is not what we wanted..give me one good reason why we should not be together...?

girl: (sounding stone hard and icy cold) simple. because i don't love you. and because you don't deserve my love.

(by this point a smal crowd of people pretending not to look at the scene have gathered..)

guy: (startled and anger rising) what the f**k do you mean by i dont deserve your love? eh? you think you are something special don't you? (girl says nothing) fine. we are over. we'll see how long you can stay away from me. (slight maniacal laugh....leaves)

girl: (stares at the pavement...tears start rolling down her eyes...and she slowly breaks down in front of a dozen of people)

(this work is purely fictional...)
...life rolls..no matter what obstacle comes by, it will always roll over it...and perhaps crush the obstacles into millions of pieces as it does so..but the only way it could...is by making it bigger...making life so big that it could roll over pretty much anything...and the obstacles would be nothing more than lil pecks of sand you pass, unnoticed along the road...