Prince on a White Horse

I am officially tired of those girls who talk about princes on white horse. They think that someday a guy will walk into their lives out of nowhere, change everything and turn their lives into a fairytale with a cheesy happy-ending. Call me cynical, but I think its really stupid and delusional of a person to believe something like that. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you cant find your soul mate who will someday make you happy. All I'm saying is, that if you want to change your life or be happier, you'll have to do it yourself.

Chasing Perfection

Well, these days, I have been surrounded by people who have this certain need to be liked by everyone. They change their hair, they pierce their skin, they go on special diets and laugh on jokes they don't even understand. I don't get why people do this. Why they have this certain need of feeling so accepted by others that they are willing to loose themselves and give up who they are.

A Little Bit

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear, there's still a little bit of your words I long to hear.

Being in Love Compiled

Hey! Firstly, thanks to all those viewers who sent me their amazing stories. Trust me, it was amazing to read all your stories and I wish I could have published more of them but then how could I publish 47 stories? Anyway, I published my favorite fours- Coffee Stains, Friends, Benefits and Broken Hearts, The Canary and Saving Grace and they have generated a total of 146 views. Congratulations to all the authors for that!

And I have a surprise. I have made covers for each edition of Being in Love plus a compiled e-book version as well. Click on Read More to see them!

Being in Love: Saving Grace

She was sitting in front of me. A girl with dark shadows under her eyes and cheeks sunken beyond normalcy. She looked as if she’d die the next day from starvation. She was continuously fidgeting. A typical Heroin addict. She was dressed like any other teenager in jeans and an over sized pullover, but the small band around her wrist, bearing her name and room number, marked her as a patient at the Rehabilitation Centre. 

Being in Love: The Canary

Hi. My name is Zachary Tomlinson but people like to call me Zach. I am twenty four years old and working as a lawyer in a law firm, Berkshire, UK but I’m originally from Chicago, US. When I was seventeen, I met my first love, Natalie and I let her go. And that is, by far my biggest regret in life. 

 

It was the summer after I graduated from high school when I met Natalie in the city park. I still remember the time when I saw her. She was sitting on the bench in a canary yellow summer dress reading ‘The Notebook’. Her hair was of a beautiful gold color and her eyes were warm brown.  Something about her reminded me of the canaries my mother and I had watched when we had gone bird watching this one time. They were my favourite and I always used to love those beautiful little birds. Something about them was always so innocent and sweet. So I decided to go over and talk to her.

Being in Love: Friends, Benefits and Broken Hearts

I am going to start with how I am feeling right now, this moment as I type this out, I feel so confused. I feel like I might be falling in love, but I am scared. I don’t know if I should let myself. I have always kept my walls up just so I don’t have to go through a broken heart. 

I met Adam when I was in 8th grade. I had never thought of Adam as anything else but a friend. Never in my life did I think he would be the one I would fall for. I had met Nicole in 8^th grade too. She was never my “best friend” but she was my best friend’s close friend. I guess she was what people today call “Ratchet”. Completely the opposite of me. I didn’t exactly like her but she never gave me a reason to hate her. Until.....

Being in Love: Coffee Stains

So here it is, the first installment of Being in Love. I hope you like it and thanks for sending me all your entries.

I  had found my best friend, talking about me behind my back. I was upset, hurt and disgusted. All I could do to cheer myself up was a retail therapy. I was walking down the 5^th avenue and my phone started ringing, it was James’s tune. James was my boyfriend.  I wanted to take his call but juggling between my tons of shopping bags while trying to take out my phone, out of my hand bag was not the easiest task to accomplish. I was struggling a bit when some random stranger bumped into me spilling his coffee on both of us. I cursed loudly as the coffee stain grew bigger and bigger on my chiffon dress which James had given to me. I looked up at the man standing in front of me. God he looked furious. Eventually we got into this ridiculous argument about who walked into whom. That man just wasn’t ready to accept that spilling the coffee was his fault. I wasn’t the one texting on a blackberry and trying to sip the coffee at the same time while walking down a very busy avenue. I started yelling at him for ruining my dress. I blamed him. He blamed me. We both walked away with our faces flushed red with anger.

Coming Soon- Being in Love

Okay so I'm up to something new.  Whenever I open my e-mail, I get like a million emails with people telling me about themselves and about things that happen to them. Its really nice and inspiring so see all the stories and incidents you guys email me and I would want to share them with all the other viewers of the blog as well. Since for me, May has always been 'the month of love', I would be happy if you guys email me your stories of love, heartbreak, betrayal or anything at all till May 5, 2014 and then I will pick my favorite four and publish them through out the month of May in a four-part post called 'Being in Love'. You can email me at: stillsoweird@hotmail.com
Also I made this unofficial trailer just for fun.  Click on 'read more' and check it out. Or you can try the YouTube link by clicking here :Being In Love- Still So Weird (Youtube)
ps: do not consider the email id from the video. I made a mistake there. Email me only at stillsoweird@hotmail.com.

Get Over Yourself!

Thats exactly what I'd like to say to 80% of the people in the world. Oh wait....I think I am getting ahead of myself right now. So I guess I should begin by explaining, who these 80% of people are. I conveniently put them under the category of "victims". See these people manage to make small little problems in their life look

Paperplane Moments

It felt like I was flying in the sky. 

Everything was so beautiful. So magical.

And I let myself believe that this was gonna last forever.

A twirl of thrill. A piece of heaven.

Until I came crashing down into the ground.

Just a piece of paper, now.

Broken Doll

I am always fascinated by pale faced, ghost like kids roaming around in nooks and corners of their house, dragging a broken doll behind them. Actually I have been there, as a kid. When my favorite doll broke, I used to drag it around the house trying to find a way to fix it even when I knew it was damaged beyond repair. I just couldn't let go. Even when it was all rags and the cotton stuffing was falling out from a hole which was once attached to its arm.

Remembering Him

Remembering him comes in flashback and echos, I tell myself its time now, gotta let go

Building Monsters

I hate it when people change and specially when the new version of that person is so different that its impossible to even recognize them. I'm not talking about physical changes but instead changes which involve things like attitude and innocence. Its horrible to see how time, life and people bruise a person so bad, break their heart into million little shards and build a monster out of someone who was like an angel. But the worst part is that you were right there watching them change and go dark in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do a thing about it.