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La Vie En RoseBy Louis Armstrong  |
Friday, September 24, 2004
Ah, the joy.
I distinctly remember the first crush I had. Bubbly and full of ardour, I instantly took to her tinkling peals of laughter. For some reason or another, she kept me happy and I was satisfied to sit for long hours in the shadows to watch her laugh. I was in no way homosexual whatsoever. Nor was I some psychotic stalker. I was simply dazzled by the way this girl kept her smile on her face. It was a perpetual sunny day for her. The reason I gravitated towards the girl -- I wanted to learn the art of being happy. To smile when I chance upon someone I know, to crack jokes and get the rest laughing, to achieve the joy and spontaneity she so naturally exudes. It was somewhat of a faraway dream. And so the rest of the story's history, really. She was great inspiration, and I was pretty much overwhelmed the time she called me on my birthday to offer her best wishes. She was just so special, the way she adds these warm touches to the lives of those around her. So hey if you are reading this, stay happy! Alright, back to more recent times. So I ended my crush on this guy not too long ago. For almost 4 years, I had harbored this secret reverence. I thought he had what most people could ask for. Above average looks, good voice, talent for penning songs, affable, good grades, and on his way to being a doctor. But don't get me wrong. There was never intention on my part to pursue anything more than a platonic friendship. A simple greeting each time we chance upon each other is pretty much satisfactory. Well, I suppose the verneration I had for him culminated when he expressed his determination to live a life deceit-free, and alcohol-free. Someone who doesn't drink nor lie? A perfect angel. I was thinking of what a lousy person I make while he went on stating that he wanted to be the good guy. Such disparity of thought! And the only input towards the conversation that I managed to offer? There can't be good people around unless there were the lousy ones too. In any case, whatever respect I had for him went down the drain the day I figured out he wasn't totally honest. The issue at hand wasn't great nor was it serious. I had asked him if it was his blog I found. A simple question. Yet quite unfortunately it wasn't quite the positive answer I expected. Ah well, it wouldn't have mattered as much if he had said something along the lines of, "Yes, but I'd prefer if you wouldn't read it" or perhaps "Could you not acknowledge that I own it?". But instead, this guy here had to go ahead to commit that fable he so convincingly said he wouldn't. A blatant lie. And an utter disappointment. The maiden spoke at 1:48 AM
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