tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51084925783827921532024-02-02T11:16:01.475-08:00My Sight (site) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17324997441813703469noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108492578382792153.post-34699706024789996962012-12-30T01:49:00.000-08:002012-12-31T02:55:36.617-08:00Marlboro Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Marlboro man is such a bullshit image for a perfect guy. And have to speak to my guy friends and ask them why the hell do they think that a guy in a cowboy hat and a lasso is appealing because as far as my understanding goes me or None of the women I know find an unshaven, untidy man covered in mud, going for the “ Cigarette in my hand, I feel like a man” look appealing at all. In fact it’s the exact opposite. It’s appalling!<br />
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My father owned a ranch back in America, When I was a li’l girl. This compels every guy I’ve dated and shared this fact with to dress up as a cowboy and turn up in front of me. Thinking they’re doing something special for me.<br />
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Each and every guy I’ve dated!!!!!<br />
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So finally when I met Akash, I told this to him and he made it a point to never do this for me! As happy as I am for his consideration one tiny glitch in the whole thing is, showing him pictures of my family.<br />
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Everyone in my family is blessed by the hair god! Everyone is my family has a beard or a mustache at least! Believe me even some women but they just refuse to believe me!<br />
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Akash refused to shave even after I repeatedly told him how much I hated it! He said he wants to impress my family in the trip we were taking to see them.<br />
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One morning I took the razor from his toiletries pouch and stood right on top of him! I threatened him (Was my last ditch attempt) And Akash has never seen me threaten anything or anyone so was completely taken back.<br />
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I threatened him by hovering his precious annoying 10 day old Iphone in another hand over Frodo’s (Pet<br />
Goldfish) holy sanctum.<br />
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The choice was his!<br />
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Without wasting a second from the moment he opened his eyes, He knew he was not gonna leave the<br />
room with a Stubble!</div>
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<b>To Paint is to express yourself. Any art form that you connect to fill your life with colours.</b><br />
<b>Follow your heart in fulfilling your dream and life will look as beautiful and colourful as you wish it to. </b><br />
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I found my peace in painting.<br />
When the brush is in my hand the whole world seems like a canvas to me.<br />
As a little girl my mom would yell and scream at me when i'd go around the house scribbling with my crayons.<br />
As i grew up my mom took me to my first art class saying how i used to ruin the house and now I'm supposed to channel it on the right canvas.<br />
I love my mom for it since without that Art sir,who i still learn for and teach the kids at. I wouldn't have found my deepest passion.<br />
Thank you for pushing me in the right direction. </div>
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