some story from long ago..
in the after exam party at Hard Rock Cafe, this guy with the fabulous smile, mingled around my friends.. i did not know his name.. he was some guy from another course..
stocky, but neverthelss, charming.. i was chewing ice.. i can't really drink and was too shy to go get a drink myself, so i chewed and chewed on ice..
"can I buy u a drink?".. i turned around , with ice in my mouth... signal "no, dun need".. but he hops off and disappeared amongst the crowd near the bar... my friends wanted to leave..and i heard he came back and could not find me.. wat a bad girl.. and yet, i do not know his name.. I found out shortly, he was asking about me. Its weird.. but its true.. .... we had so much fun, it was sweet, all those memories ...2 years later, he proposed and half a year later, he wanted to break it off, he said he could not communicate...
he was the one that was labelled "asshole" although he cannot understand why..
4 comments:
we all have our share of assholes in our life. sweet memories they made though, when they were not being assholes. and assholes belong to where they belong now. ie. ass-holes. don't allow an asshole to spoil your future life.
(alot of men are assholes. i risk saying it here. men are all lovey when they are chasing you. once they've got you, it's as good as over the game. sorry guys, but it's true most part of it. many books write of that too. the guys are most in love when they are chasing the gals.)
Just a newspaper, Simple? I call for shot gun!
Hope its okay now ((hugs))
i have been an asshole in the past.
i also have been assholed before.
karma happens.
SA/misti/loobz/christine/mei : its an old story... no need to beat people nor shoot nor any other bad names, its all part and part of learning... juz the harder way
:)
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