I’m thinking about you

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That’s what the person nearest to me said when I asked him what he was thinking about, as we were speaking five second ago. That person being my boyfriend. My boyfriend who lives far away. Or, well…not so far away, but still 950 kilometers is not the equivalent of crossing the street.

And still, he warms my heart every time he looks at me and I just know, by looking at him, that in that split second all I can see in his eyes is myself. Some people tend to forget about the small details when they are in a relationship, some just rush in and then rush out as fast as they rushed in and never really get to know the person they were in a relationship with. I was stunned when I heard one of my room-mates saying that even though she was for almost two months in a relationship with someone, she didn’t manage to get a grip of that person, to really know what that person was like. In a way, almost two months is not much, but still…how can you stay with someone, share thoughts and maybe dreams, or just chit-chat, pretending to love them(as much as two months can allow ) and yet not know a thing about them, in general? It’s quite bizarre to like/love someone and not look at someone, at their soul , really.

Once I was walking towards my dorm, Continue reading “I’m thinking about you”


Nation wants you ass-ed and titty-ed

I was thinking today, while walking home from a really awful exam,in a boiling hot weather, with my dress soaking wet and my headthatfunnyblog:Funny Stuff you like? twisting about these things women think are appropriate to be when interacting with men.

Maybe “appropriate” is a bad word, maybe I should call it a “must”, but quite frankly, I can’t help myself but write:

What is it that makes a woman beautiful? Is it her legs? Is it her tits, or her ass? Is it in her smile, or in her eyes, or in her cheeks, or in her really long hair? Maybe the hair it’s short? Isn’t that somehow…beautiful?

Well, contrary to popular belief, I think that all these things and none make a woman beautiful. I myself belonging to the said gender, I don’t think a person should be cataloged by a small part of their physical appearance, although maybe that is what makes a certain person different. Different can be beautiful, but it is wrong to equate the two, because beauty is a spark…you either see it or you don’t, it is still there. And maybe because we sometimes run into the people who don’t, we do things to ourselves that we shouldn’t. We crave for that. We crave to be seen and appreciated.

But instead of asking for more, we settle for less. We settle for butchering our bodies, starving ourselves to death, plus the entire set of disorders that go so well with that and makes it even more distructive, behind the “quick and efficient” tag. We buy expensive clothes and play obscene amounts of money for things we could do ourselves at home. Just for the sake of the “beautiful”. And some indeed, are beautiful, with make-up on their face, heels for shoes and an outfit matching perfectly the last spring casual clothing collection. Oh, I didn’t say spark? Oh well…

We judge. We judge all the time . We think ourselves the center of the universe and sometimes forget to be a little more tolerant with each other. I’m not saying to each other struggles, because that’s pathetic. It’s like I’m here, laptop in my lap, crying out for attention, like “Oh, God, I am so vulnerable right now”. Nobody gives a crap. And I am Continue reading “Nation wants you ass-ed and titty-ed”