love....

I still sometimes dream that I'm the mother of your children.
I wanted her to die.
- Susannah: Legends of the Fall

Forever turned out to be too long.
-Susannah: Legends of the Fall

the last two quotes r my favourites....susan writes the last quote in the letter jus before she kills herself....she thought she could be happy wit alfred ...that he'd replace tristan in her life....but tristan was her first love...n ur first love is always there...he never leaves...hes the shadow in ur mind....even if he pinched u for touching his school bag.... : )...well he actually ruins it for the others cos sometimes in some dark part of your mind u compare the other men in your life to him...scarcely knowing or realizing that he was special because it was an innocent time in your life and because he was the first to make u feel new things...things u unconsciously couldn wait to feel...because its a part of the grown up feeling.....

How do we women always manage to find the wrong guy?Its like we have this software to track down guys n its so corrupt n full of bugs that we end up findin the wrong guy!its like when God made us women he was so caught up in the business of creation that he jus accepted
the software n he ws like -'thts it...i don hav time to debug it n rewrite the codes, lets jus make do with this version...'In fact we have the worst OS ever!it makes windows look good....think bout it- we choose the wrong guys,we go thru moodswings every month,we r emotional,we feel for the underdog....

The magic of ordinary days....

i jus watched the movie "The magic of ordinary days"...and i
admit..ther wer a few tears!How does it feel when somebody loves u so much n u cant reciprocate cos u don feel the same way? it has always been surprise wit a bit of fear
n helplessness cos u don kno how to make the person feel better...
What is it bout the concept of a "happy home" n "happy family" that
women secretly yearn for?We would scream n shout in denial of wanting it or of having a secret desire for it....we dont want to accept that we want it...besides its a bit like the "happy meal" concept.It looks good from the outside,you want it but once u have a bite u realise looks r
deceptive...the only thing similar is that the clown is lafin at u in both cases..
The magic of ordinary days r essentially in r minds....we women r quite the escapists...which wud explain the demand for romantic books still present in this day n age of instant gratification...we want ordinary days...we want ordinary days of roses presented by r husbands/boyfriends when v least expect it, ordinary days of a surprise romantic picnic....n later a family picnic...ordinary days that border on montony bcos thts wen u think n hope that life doesn change...n sometimes ordinary days that make u wish u cud stay this way forever n not hav to get up n leave for work tomorrow...
of course for a single woman this is like a mirage when u r thirsty...it looks good but its not real.
We single women wander in the desert of life...lookin for the oasis...ther r the mirages n the real thing...some r lucky n end up wit the real thing but some others...well end up wit a mirage...