What If.

What if. What a brilliant combination of the two most widely used words. Two words which could send you reeling back into the past or push you headlong into the future. These same two words provide such a contrasting arousal of emotions depending on what division of the time dimension you use them on. The past inevitably causes regret when 'What if.' is used for it. The same 'What if.' gives hope when used while looking forward.
It's amusing, the way I'm overdosing on 'what ifs', on both sides of time. Hope and regret are hardly the mixture emotions which makes me feel pleasant when filled to the brim with. It's making my present - my reality suffer consequentially.
What if I had lived last year differently. What if I graduate from my minuscule woes. What if my imperfections have begun to superimpose on my few positives. What if everything I've judged to be absurd, is in fact completely correct. What if I don't get to be any more than a fading memory in the head I want the most to be in. What if light eludes me from inside my dark solitary shell. What if I actually live up to the expectations they have in me. What if that hand actually does become mine, what'll I do then?
What if all of these what ifs are a load of bullshit..

What if there's nothing here for us
When the world comes crashing down
Who do we turn to trust?
What if everything here is meant to hurt
When an open mouth - releases no sound
When all emotions begin to float - at the crust
What if there's nothing we can do
Maybe we move with the larger wave
The only hope I see for me now is you..

Men - The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Hello there readers. New readers, rather :)

I think I've already been introduced, yeah, so I'm just going to start with saying thank you to the original owner of this blog, EDI, who has given me the chance to share with the world again.

I'm here to talk about men.
Yes, I am. I shall tell you what I really think about them. On second thought, this is what most women think about men.

So this is a question for the girls/women out there.
How often do you ask yourself, "Are all men the same"? Real often, yeah? Yes, that's what all men make women think of them. They can be nice, they can be amazing. But in the end they all make you feel like a piece of doggy doo. Well, most men respect women. But what about the others? Don't think so. I've seen, men do all nasty things that girls hate. They cheat, they lie, they make you feel unimportant, and then they look around for something better. They're the ones who have their eyes on different butts, but they stop you for everything. They're over-possessive; they're idiotic most of the times.
They claim they care, but all they want is you to be all theirs. They want you to be happy, but they're the ones who bring sorrow along. They commit mistakes; they put the blame on you. How does their brain work? Are pussies, drugs, boobs, legs and bums so important? Well, yes, that’s what their worlds are all about.
I don't mean to offend any guy here. But this is what a girl’s point of view is.

But, then comes the nicer side to them.
When they make you feel amazing, when they make you feel like you're the prettiest girl on this planet, when they plan awesome things and make sure you're happy. When they remember little things that make you want to smile. When they make you feel important. When they get you gifts. Just everything that they do to makes you feel on top of the world.

Some people can really turn your life upside down, right? I met a person like that recently. I was a prisoner before I met him. I had a guy in my life that would make me feel suffocated, destroyed, guilty, regretful, and unreal. He would want me all to himself. And in order to do that, he made me cut off from everyone that I was connected to. He would insult me publicly, he would push me around like I was his property, and he would humiliate me till I felt like I was really nothing but a piece of trash. He would never understand the problems I had besides him manipulating my life.
Anyway, fuck him, guys like him, really don't deserve love or any kind of respect or even a long enough mention in a blog post.
The best I can think of doing to him is, chop his balls off and then after a while cut his thingy off.
Yeah, then he would learn how to respect women and how to treat them..
And the worst part, dudes do horrible things like this and claim that they "love you".
I mean.. how is someone who is getting so humiliated all the time supposed to believe that ?
Being immature is one thing and being violent another.
Well, I wish he goes and rots in hell for whatever he’s made ME go through.. And I know there are girls all around the world who have abusive boyfriends like him.
Really. Husbands beat their wife’s up too. So before you get into that, just avoid having people like that in your life.

I regret it, yet I've learnt.

But now that I've met this person who is completely the opposite of what my ex boyfriend was, I've started to feel I'm getting what I deserve.
I think I need a little respect and love, after going through all that bullcrap in the past.
I just want girls who are vulnerable, easy to be aware.
Cause its a mans world out there. You just got to find who is wrong and who is right.
Trust me, claim a guy to be your bestetststs Friend in the world, He might just be the one to trick you into a relationship that is just perfect from the outside. And he'd be the one to hurt you the most, because he’s aware of all your weaknesses and strengths.

Never go out with your best friend.. Consider it a SIN, aite?

I guess I said what I had to.
I feel relieved to have overcome my past, and to have stepped into a brighter present :)

I hope it all goes well with all of you there.

Apes.

Evening.

I've been amused by just about everything these days. It's funny, it makes me happy. Not like a hippy always on a good trip though, I know when to be serious. The 'big' things, things that really matter, I'm serious about them and could fascinate Socrates on them but the minuscule materialistic things exist to make fun of. For example, I could talk for a long time on the non-existence of god like a clear headed 45 year old but I'd be nowhere that age or serious while talking about someone picking me up for the next big party. I could spend most of my mornings and afternoons studying my hot ass off for THE exams but then I'd be like Ted Mosby in a hot chick bar when it comes to convincing a girl to like me. I think moderation is the simple answer to life's complex problems. Bullshit, but whatever, it's working for me at the moment.

So, I want whoever reads this shitty excuse for a blog to put their hands together for writer number 2. TANMAYA! She's the one who somehow got me to write her a birthday post. She's a fascinating human being and a clear headed writer. Her punctuations are kind of...ahem ahem, but then what's the point of my existence. Service to others is the greatest something. She'll be writing her shit here too now, with me editing it. And just so you know, her views are her own and in know way do they signify my outlook on life. My outlook is awesome in my own crazy way. So welcome her and blah blah blah.

There might be another writer here, but she's yet to respond to the invite.

Ciao Human Beings.