Wasted Days...

was it LUST or LOVE…?

This is the continuation from the previous part posted on 06th November 2007.

He got introduced to me once again and shook hands. It wasn’t a quick one this time. He held my palm tight in his fist. I couldn’t believe that it was real. It was hard to express what I felt from within. I was thrilled.

Things started to change in my life bit by bit. I completely fell for him. I adored every single movement he made. Never knew why I treasured him so much despite he had all I disliked in a guy. Yet, I totally gave my entire life to him. Spent happy times and gathered special memories.

I believed he had something special to me, though he never expressed his feelings for me. He showed an extraordinary care for me which got me blinded by into his magic.

I kept hearing rumors about my prince, but never believed them. They were horrible and hard to consider as he was an absolutely different person where I see.

We had a delicate relationship. It grew strong one moment and weak the other. But it never changed what I felt for him a fragment. Sometimes, rage made me feel I hate him more than anything else in this world but inside I felt he is everything for me… It took ages for me to discover the real him. He wasn’t the pleasant guy I thought he was. I was seeing what I only wanted to see. He was one cruel son, whose mother would be ashamed of. His charms kept fooling girls who fell for him. I am one innocent girl who got carried away by the teenage lust and got hurt, while the convict enjoyed every bit of his life. He was a real player who knew how to entrap girls in his charisma. By the time he realizes that he is at fault, it might be too late.

Moral of the story: “You can never change your past but can always try to make a better future by repenting your wrongdoing and never repeating them”.

Frog Prince

I’ve read from fairy tales that when a princess kisses a frog, the frog would actually change to a handsome prince. This was one thing I wanted to see if it was true. Once, there were these little toads and frogs near my home in puddles… but they were too slimy and gross I never touched one. One morning, after breakfast my little brother and I were at the door watching these frogs play. He ran to them and took one on his tiny palms. I always wanted to do what ever he does. So, I took one for me too… held it and went inside to show mom that I got a little frog prince. All of a sudden it came into me that I should actually kiss that slimy fellow so that he’d become a real prince! I was just about to kiss it when my little sister came in and screamed… I threw it in alarm. Ran to mom and cried that I was just about to kiss the froggy but now because of her I’m not gonna get the prince! Then my mom told me they are written tales, it’s never gonna happen for real. I felt really sad and kept complaining that it’s my sis’s fault. I actually thought that it would turn real. Sheesh… these fairy tales are so manipulative.

I also used to put tiny froggies in plastic bags and keep them my bath room, and ask mom not to switch the lights off... since they may get scared of the dark! Gosh! How stupid was I?

Return with new hopes....

Hey fellow bloggers....
I've been away from blogging for a while! Just been too busy and stuck up with works...
I'm back with new hopes, hoping I can keep on blogging, atleast one post a week! ;) and hope to get your corporation, as before! Keep on blogging buddies! ;)

Cheers!