Wednesday, July 22, 2009
All about Love. Prologue. Crushes
The gist that I procrastinate to write the continuing parts of the "All about Love" blog entry is because I suddenly lose aspiration when talking about Love. I'm not so successful in love and love brings me more sadness than happiness so to tell about it is a little painful. Well, but if I don't initiatively recite it once I still remember the details, I think I can't tell very much in the next few years. Time kills human's mind very brutally even for the one who has biggest brain. So that, let's retrospect now.
First Love comes to me naturally and slowly when I was in 11st grade---means 17 years old, if I don't remember wrong---and she is, again, the cutie sits right next to me. We share the same bench. You remember that I'm seemingly into whoever sits right next to me in class? So, in case you wanna be my next target, easy, just sit next to me, ha ha.
In fact, we didn't sit in the same bench firstly. It was because I was like an idiot on studying so our former teacher decided to change my position. And because Ex (now I will call her "Ex") was such an intelligent and outstanding pupil in class, the teacher thought it would be good for me if I could have that girl to be my tutor. Or would it be? Oh really! More than good, ha ha.
I must reveal that I was too too bad at studying that time, because I didn't feel any aspiration for studying, or I was just too lazy. But truthfully I hated studying, and you know Vietnamese education sucks! Okay, let's not talk about it. Because I was like the worst pupil---loser, I mean---in class so a personal tutor was something necessary. But at first I felt really anxious to change the old position into her bench because she was prominent for her stern and glacial and gelid and cold appearance and manifestation! In fact, I seldom saw her smiles or laughs or expresses any graceful emotion in front of others. She was really cold, like an ice-cube! She was smart at study, but everyone in the class admitted that she was kinda eccentric. She has a very long silky hairstyle floating naturally along her body, and always be tied trimly. I love that hairstyle! Girl in long hair is beautiful, no matter who she is. She wears nearsighted glasses, too, which even makes her look colder and sterner. The fact that many boys in my class are afraid of her 'cos she has a very strong personality. She is not only cold but also stroppy, or even a little rebellious and impulsive. She is very straightforward and to be the one who is willing to explicitly plead against the teachers once she weens as if she is right in any cases. Who dares plead against teachers? Not many pupils could be that explicit, you agree? Well, it's the way my ex is, a strong girl.
To be ironically contrary to her, I was like an effete boy that time. To be a humble pupil, and had nothing for anyone to remember. My personality wasn't impressing, either, so that I though I didn't make sense to her. Perhaps she even didn't know I existed! And more important, I don't like cold girl! I find cold girls or girls who try to manifest coldly just boring. I love girls who are lively and debonair with the smiles all the time bloom on their lips. But for Ex, my very first impression to her was really negative. Damn, why the hell the teacher forced me to sit next to an ice-cube? I couldn't help but hesitantly went into new position. When I sat down, all of the sudden, surprisingly and astonishingly---I guess it is the most amazing time in my entire life---that ice-cube smiles to me and said, "hey, will us be friends now and then?". At the same time, she raised her hand in front of me and waited for a hand-shaking.
Swear to God, I was shocked! An intensively tremendous shock ever! Just like an electric shock. "Oh God, the ice-cube just smiles to me", said myself. "Am I day-dreaming?". "Oh God, the ice-cube just smiles and wants to shake hand with me".
And look, she has such a very cute smile. You see? A lively lips with white teeth in a very good shape! Her smile... her smile... I am just speechless. She is so cute, her smile is so cute, too, and she is so cute, after all. She is the cutest I have ever seen---I mean, realized. Hell, I can't believe and can't accept that I don't know she is that cute even I have studied with her for almost 2 years. How come? It is more than consternating to realize how her appearance can transform within just a smile! Like an ice-cube magically converts into a sun! Compared to any crushes I used to have, she is such a goddess! In fact, nothing can compare to her. She is so outstanding. She is so cute. Oh damn, she's smiling to me, is it real? Look again, white teeth in a very good shape. Nice lips. Suave eyes looking directly at me. Small and pretty nose. Seductive face. What else? She's such a work of art! A real work of art! Her smile is like a volcano. When a volcano wakes up, everything ends. And now, I seems to end my life. She is like a luminous sunlight happens to shine in the night and lights up every creatures and species in this space! She is like a breezing wind gently makes you forget about the hot. She is like... anyway, I don't aim to write such romantic novel here. So I should stop or else I would write 1000 pages more just to praise her.
All of the above were my though that moment, I was inextricably in trance for a while because of the electric shock (by her). But once I noticed that she was waiting for me, I woke myself up and stuttered agitatedly; "ah... ah... well, ok... ok". Then I put my right hand forth to catch hers. My God, her hand is so soft, maybe the softest thing I have ever touched! Her hand is as cute as a baby's and small enough to lie thoroughgoing in mine. Wow, once I touch her hand, a very warm feeling spreads into my inside and I immerse myself into that pleasant transient moment right away. She puts her hand back! No more dream!
From that moment, I am beaten.
From that moment, I simply know I just love her. Coup de foudre!
(to be continued)
The gist that I procrastinate to write the continuing parts of the "All about Love" blog entry is because I suddenly lose aspiration when talking about Love. I'm not so successful in love and love brings me more sadness than happiness so to tell about it is a little painful. Well, but if I don't initiatively recite it once I still remember the details, I think I can't tell very much in the next few years. Time kills human's mind very brutally even for the one who has biggest brain. So that, let's retrospect now.
First Love comes to me naturally and slowly when I was in 11st grade---means 17 years old, if I don't remember wrong---and she is, again, the cutie sits right next to me. We share the same bench. You remember that I'm seemingly into whoever sits right next to me in class? So, in case you wanna be my next target, easy, just sit next to me, ha ha.
In fact, we didn't sit in the same bench firstly. It was because I was like an idiot on studying so our former teacher decided to change my position. And because Ex (now I will call her "Ex") was such an intelligent and outstanding pupil in class, the teacher thought it would be good for me if I could have that girl to be my tutor. Or would it be? Oh really! More than good, ha ha.
I must reveal that I was too too bad at studying that time, because I didn't feel any aspiration for studying, or I was just too lazy. But truthfully I hated studying, and you know Vietnamese education sucks! Okay, let's not talk about it. Because I was like the worst pupil---loser, I mean---in class so a personal tutor was something necessary. But at first I felt really anxious to change the old position into her bench because she was prominent for her stern and glacial and gelid and cold appearance and manifestation! In fact, I seldom saw her smiles or laughs or expresses any graceful emotion in front of others. She was really cold, like an ice-cube! She was smart at study, but everyone in the class admitted that she was kinda eccentric. She has a very long silky hairstyle floating naturally along her body, and always be tied trimly. I love that hairstyle! Girl in long hair is beautiful, no matter who she is. She wears nearsighted glasses, too, which even makes her look colder and sterner. The fact that many boys in my class are afraid of her 'cos she has a very strong personality. She is not only cold but also stroppy, or even a little rebellious and impulsive. She is very straightforward and to be the one who is willing to explicitly plead against the teachers once she weens as if she is right in any cases. Who dares plead against teachers? Not many pupils could be that explicit, you agree? Well, it's the way my ex is, a strong girl.
To be ironically contrary to her, I was like an effete boy that time. To be a humble pupil, and had nothing for anyone to remember. My personality wasn't impressing, either, so that I though I didn't make sense to her. Perhaps she even didn't know I existed! And more important, I don't like cold girl! I find cold girls or girls who try to manifest coldly just boring. I love girls who are lively and debonair with the smiles all the time bloom on their lips. But for Ex, my very first impression to her was really negative. Damn, why the hell the teacher forced me to sit next to an ice-cube? I couldn't help but hesitantly went into new position. When I sat down, all of the sudden, surprisingly and astonishingly---I guess it is the most amazing time in my entire life---that ice-cube smiles to me and said, "hey, will us be friends now and then?". At the same time, she raised her hand in front of me and waited for a hand-shaking.
Swear to God, I was shocked! An intensively tremendous shock ever! Just like an electric shock. "Oh God, the ice-cube just smiles to me", said myself. "Am I day-dreaming?". "Oh God, the ice-cube just smiles and wants to shake hand with me".
And look, she has such a very cute smile. You see? A lively lips with white teeth in a very good shape! Her smile... her smile... I am just speechless. She is so cute, her smile is so cute, too, and she is so cute, after all. She is the cutest I have ever seen---I mean, realized. Hell, I can't believe and can't accept that I don't know she is that cute even I have studied with her for almost 2 years. How come? It is more than consternating to realize how her appearance can transform within just a smile! Like an ice-cube magically converts into a sun! Compared to any crushes I used to have, she is such a goddess! In fact, nothing can compare to her. She is so outstanding. She is so cute. Oh damn, she's smiling to me, is it real? Look again, white teeth in a very good shape. Nice lips. Suave eyes looking directly at me. Small and pretty nose. Seductive face. What else? She's such a work of art! A real work of art! Her smile is like a volcano. When a volcano wakes up, everything ends. And now, I seems to end my life. She is like a luminous sunlight happens to shine in the night and lights up every creatures and species in this space! She is like a breezing wind gently makes you forget about the hot. She is like... anyway, I don't aim to write such romantic novel here. So I should stop or else I would write 1000 pages more just to praise her.
All of the above were my though that moment, I was inextricably in trance for a while because of the electric shock (by her). But once I noticed that she was waiting for me, I woke myself up and stuttered agitatedly; "ah... ah... well, ok... ok". Then I put my right hand forth to catch hers. My God, her hand is so soft, maybe the softest thing I have ever touched! Her hand is as cute as a baby's and small enough to lie thoroughgoing in mine. Wow, once I touch her hand, a very warm feeling spreads into my inside and I immerse myself into that pleasant transient moment right away. She puts her hand back! No more dream!
From that moment, I am beaten.
From that moment, I simply know I just love her. Coup de foudre!
(to be continued)
0 comments:
Post a Comment