Mr S and Ms J

juz came back fr Mr weiloong's.. watched a great match juz nw.. hmmm its strange how much feelings can be evoked from juz a simple game of 22guys chasing the ball.. well, technically its 20.. e keepers juz patrol their box.. frustration, determination, euphoria, joy, disappointment etc rolled into one.. lil wonder its been dubbed the beautiful game.. much can be learned fr it.. the team which were down 1-0 at half-time nv lost heart, n demolished their opponents 4-1.. great game..

well, talking abt losing heart, sumtimes its betta to juz let it go.. rather than clinging onto sumthing futile.. nope, im not talking abt ur tut notes and texts when e exams come.. ha ha tts lame.. yea i noe.. but tis is my blog.. so bugger off if u cant take my feeble attempts at triggering ur músculos facial..

since im in a lil blogging mood rite nw, lemme share wid u guys a story..

i have a frn whose persistence is legendary.. well lets call him S.. Mr S fell in love wid my realli-realli-gd frn since a long long time ago.. well lets call her J.. J plays a minute part in tis para.. we shall introduce her again ltr.. for nw, lets get back to S.. ok.. Mr S, whom hails fr e same sec sch fr me, is a nice boy.. lookswise he ok.. hes kinda smart.. hell no.. hes realli realli smart.. a high achiever of some sorts.. and whatever he lacked in stature, he more than made up in intellect..

lets bring back Ms J now.. well, Ms J hails fr a great sec sch too.. an all-girls.. looks wise, studies wise, she has it all.. probably not as smart as Mr S, but she can hold her own against any 1 of u who might be reading tis.. n tt says quite abit abt her..

Mr S ,Ms J and i were jc classmates.. well not an exactly fun jc.. i personally hated it.. but tts another story for another time.. n i'd betta keep within my line as a narrator in tis story, lest some of u intellectually challenged goons have some half-assed idea tt tis is some triangular sad-case-crap.. ok so Mr S n Ms J were classmates.. n some time in tt 2years, Mr S fell into a myriad of quandaries we termed love.. with none other than Ms J.. well aint tt sweet? alas, happily-ever-after is the stuff wid fairy tales tt we long grew out of.. and of course, it isn tt type of ending tt im writing here.. Mr S doesn get reciprocated! awwww... to many losers out dere.. me included (n i suspect some of whom are reading my blog nw..haha) tis is pretty normal.. ha ha.. well fret not, for e recent proliferation of match-making agencies is here to stay..

nwae, Mr S doesn lose heart.. he is determined tt he wld win her heart someday.. for 5years he tried ways and means to win her over.. but to no avail.. hold on readers, before u have ani sense of sympathy wid Mr S, lemme finish e story first yar.. fr flowers to stunts to gifts, fr postal to electronic to other instantaneous forms of communications, he tried.. to a guy who probably lived wid the mantra 'ill jus hafta try harder' there was never a time where he felt he shld gif up.. he fell into an obsession..

Ms J, on the other hand, was surprised initially.. but surprise turned to insouciance to indifference and subsequently exasperation.. Mr S's antics are affecting her life, physically and mentally.. she started feeling agitated at times, depressed at other instances.. she became afraid to talk to him, to face him, or even fearful of reading wadeva he had sent.. the frequent usage of 'im not the one for u" evidently doesn get through.. eventually, enough is enough.. she sent a long msg telling him tts it was, is and never will be possible between the 2 of em.. but alas, Mr S just doesn geddit..

And the story continues.. til tis day n time.. min n sec.. the saga goes on..

To Mr S, which part of "i will nv like u" did u not understand?!! yes i agree wid u that certain stuff can be approached wid dogged determination.. or even obsession.. but sadly tis world isn ur utopia.. it doesn juz farking revolve ard u.. dere will be stuff tt, no matter how hard u try, it will NEVER bear fruits.. dere will be stuff tt will NEVER materialise.. tt malnourished kid wid aids in africa will NEVER live till 5, tt tsunamis damage will NEVER be reversible, time will NEVER stop.. ok.. i digressed.. but u get e idea..

Mr S.. i agree wid ur choice, n i agree tt u haf excellent taste in choosing Ms J.. she is great gal to be wid.. even when she sent u e msg, she kept considering how u might felt.. shes realli nice..

but im not.. u can live in ur goddamned fairy tale world, tinking tt one day u might find happiness wid Ms J etc.. well tts ur problem.. u can lif in ur farking castles in e air for all i care.. but it becomes my problem when u farking affect the lives of others.. Ms J is 1 of my dearest frns, n i swear ill beat u to ur senses if u persist.. i believe i pack a gd wallop..

ur so called 'love' for her is the exact thing tts hurting her now! tt shld be quite clear to u now eh?? why cant u be e gentlemen tt we knew a long time ago? n juz let it go? wad happened to u? what isit tt u cant understand??? for goodness sake, my friend.. u were smart n intelligent n all tt.. for once.. pls use ur e=mc2 brains to tink thru wad ive said..

and for goodness sake.. pls wake up..