My Dearest Adrian,
Hoping your day has been perfect...wait does that even exist???? *rolls eyes* Well mine hasn't but I can bet I saw perfection, or atleast something closer....
Dont worry about the title, coz I said 'if' which may never happen...
He is one of the chosen ones...n for him I applaude with all my strength.First time I saw him, thought he was the shady one, the one who got in by luck, the one who walks n swims in the other's admiration...you know like the lonely boy who sits by himself in class always in bad uniform, funny lunchbox and puts his pens in between books?
The one who carries a sagging bag and always gets outta class the first...the one all the students laugh at coz he cant spell 'pronounciation....wait is that the spelling????
Atleast we got one thing in common.
But I was wrong...why?
Oh he just showed up...he is talking to my friend, he has a wig on...we hit small talk n laugh about how he was gay in ana world..he is sad coz he hasn't shot a scene yet....he goes...I stop n stare...
He is dark skinned, not pitch dark that the owls marvel at, that the stars wink at seductively, that the moon lusts at with all its strength...
Just dark....smooth...adorable
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His voice is deep, abit husky almost whisky-ish and very alluring.He would make an awesome presenter ...both TV n radio...
He smells like midnight...secret n sinful...very mysterious...I want to peep in and find out what he is hiding, n by all means be a part of it...good or bad.
He knows his fashion, very subtle but edgy n he hates the word swag...I agree, the most overused word in 2010 till now...I like his style simple but speaks alot.
Speaks of integrity, clarity, attitude and confidence...tasty morsel of maleness...
He doesn't talk much, always by himself and doesnt bitch at wardrobe guys.He is soft spoken, the kind you get lost in your own dirty naughty world when he speaks to you...coz you sinning in your mind, prolly tearing him apart, and wetting his lips #Idie
He has been hurt before, by a girl ok duuuuh!I gather this from the small talk we have about marriage..
Ok Adrian relax....not freaking you out haha just talk.We were many if that makes you feel secure..
I feel sad, torn n I get him, n guess this girl was an optical nutrition, very shy and smelled good.Thats why he gave her his heart only for her to pulp it...n walk away...
He loves reading, alot alot, he has a book that he sneaks into every break he gets...I bet his English is super...the queen sure does love him.
He gives me a passage to read...too deep n powerful...about eternity...only eternity where nothing matters...Im touched, so touched.
He goes on n recomends a book, some Indian book n have forgotten whats it about oh some man, was lost in his eyes, but its a good thing coz now I'll talk to him again...
My pal has just disrupted my silky train of thought...I leave it here Adrian as my gals laught at me that he has been taken...
But what do I say....IF.
Love,
S.N
Thursday 15 September 2011
Wednesday 14 September 2011
THE CHOSEN ONES
My Dearest Adrian,
My love, my mind,body n soul...I LOVE YOU!OK this chat is not about love really...how are you tasteful?I have craved for your presence, your closure, your humor, and the way your lips curve seductively when u laughing
I have missed you...whatchu mean I update you?On what my sugar?
Haha, fine you got me...ofcourse I have stuff to tell you...
So now jobo is fine, not coz I'm bumming alot, or eating extremely well, or checking out hot men....PAUSE!
I had to do that...u went silent on me, how was I to nurse my eyes, heart n keep my mind occupied??
Ati you are not jealous?????cmon, boost my ego now ah..ah *niger accent*
my day starts roughly at 8 am...after being picked by the driver to go on set...ok babe hold on to that chat....garra go somewhere
ok was on set watching the chosen ones get into their fake world...
So where were we?ooh yeah then i start salivating for breakfast...silently wishing they dont finish the bacon...which I eat only on such occasions...
The chosen ones are always talking, laughing, stroking each other's egos like a hard dic on soft brown thighs...complaining about ...oh why don't we have sausages today...my clothes are not cool...oh am so sleepy...oh this oh that oh fuck my eyes!
At this point am sitted alone in a corner burning with envy...wanting to belong...yarning to be known and be oogled at...
I get lost in thought...too deep in fairyland whre the name is my name.I pass n everyone turns, you know the kind of girl who wakes up in pink room, with eye blinds on her eyes, switches on her ipod and shouts at the househel as she munches some swiss white chocolates..
Adrian, whats funny?????you know am just saying as a matter of fact I hate white chocuz...
Then my fantasies are interupted by the wiered chic who looks like she played hocus pocus...rem the movie with three witches n a cat?
Im not saying she is a bitch but she can be very mean...literally cut you into pieces...
Ok I know why you laughing...i stole that line from pink hahaha..eeh babes you good with lines...
This goes on n on with me filling in on any small thing that needs to be done...same shit at lunchtime...i plunge into my fairyland as they plunge into theirs...
In the evening am dropped home, puff a cigy n zone out...dreaming about their lives...lives I'd die for Adrian...they are the chosen ones...
But you are my chosen one.
Garra logout coz at this point am so emotional....
Love,
S.N
My love, my mind,body n soul...I LOVE YOU!OK this chat is not about love really...how are you tasteful?I have craved for your presence, your closure, your humor, and the way your lips curve seductively when u laughing
I have missed you...whatchu mean I update you?On what my sugar?
Haha, fine you got me...ofcourse I have stuff to tell you...
So now jobo is fine, not coz I'm bumming alot, or eating extremely well, or checking out hot men....PAUSE!
I had to do that...u went silent on me, how was I to nurse my eyes, heart n keep my mind occupied??
Ati you are not jealous?????cmon, boost my ego now ah..ah *niger accent*
my day starts roughly at 8 am...after being picked by the driver to go on set...ok babe hold on to that chat....garra go somewhere
ok was on set watching the chosen ones get into their fake world...
So where were we?ooh yeah then i start salivating for breakfast...silently wishing they dont finish the bacon...which I eat only on such occasions...
The chosen ones are always talking, laughing, stroking each other's egos like a hard dic on soft brown thighs...complaining about ...oh why don't we have sausages today...my clothes are not cool...oh am so sleepy...oh this oh that oh fuck my eyes!
At this point am sitted alone in a corner burning with envy...wanting to belong...yarning to be known and be oogled at...
I get lost in thought...too deep in fairyland whre the name is my name.I pass n everyone turns, you know the kind of girl who wakes up in pink room, with eye blinds on her eyes, switches on her ipod and shouts at the househel as she munches some swiss white chocolates..
Adrian, whats funny?????you know am just saying as a matter of fact I hate white chocuz...
Then my fantasies are interupted by the wiered chic who looks like she played hocus pocus...rem the movie with three witches n a cat?
Im not saying she is a bitch but she can be very mean...literally cut you into pieces...
Ok I know why you laughing...i stole that line from pink hahaha..eeh babes you good with lines...
This goes on n on with me filling in on any small thing that needs to be done...same shit at lunchtime...i plunge into my fairyland as they plunge into theirs...
In the evening am dropped home, puff a cigy n zone out...dreaming about their lives...lives I'd die for Adrian...they are the chosen ones...
But you are my chosen one.
Garra logout coz at this point am so emotional....
Love,
S.N
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