Alice’s dirty secret is out.
She likes breaking boys’ hearts.
It’s an art form that comes naturally to me.
She says.
Watch me close...
Drop the pencil
Bend down
Pick it up
Glance around to see if anyone’s noticing
A coy smile
Shove the pencil up in the hair
Take a sip
Run your finger along the rim
Get the eye contact right
Give him 'that' look
Take the pencil out
Let your hair lose
Toss it around
Tuck in a stray curl behind your ear
Put the pencil between your luscious lips
Take it out again
Play with it, while you show off your elegant long fingers
Flutter your eyelashes
Uncross your legs
Cross it again
Lean across the table
Reach out for the phone
A crisp n firm "Hello" breaking the silence
And that deadly laugh
Eye contact going strong
You’re done baby.
Rather, he’s done.
See that flash that flash in his eyes, a sudden tilt of his head and the undivided attention?
It’s quite obvious.
P.S.: You need to make sure the men are watching and pretend you don’t know they are ok? Trust me, it’s as easy as... faking(?)
posted by J @ 11:59 am
Comments: 18
18 Comments:
I am not like you. I take no joy in it but it happens. My score is three so far...sorry, five. What's urs?
you're not like what?
you take no joy in what?
Your score's 5 in what?
What's my score in what?
Sad but true.
J: who the f*** is alice?
J... you just killed me ;)
...gosh... you are evil! :D
Heretic, yeah, I know humans are so easy
Rider on the storm, you can't ask me that q after 24 yrs of living next door to Alice!
Chaos, I'm not. Blame it on Alice.
breakin hearts!!! breaking nice nice hearts!!! my score is five in it. i have broken five hearts so far. what's ur score?
you are yet to open your account. i am wasting my time with an amateur
Dear J, this is KURT COBAIN. Having listened to your prayers to me which you have so diligently been doing for so long, my doped heart has melted. I have therefore decided to return to earth for a short while just so that you can be happy. Being in want of a body to fit in my godly status, I have decided to take up residence in Madhavankutty Pillai's body. So please treat him like you would me - that is, with adequate reverence and lots of oblations and gifts. Call him 'mere aaka' and sing his praises wherever you go, always remembering that you are in fact appeasing me with it. Bless you, my devotee. Now, go and make me, who is in Madhavankutty Pillai, happy with all your will and energy.
Thanking You
Your god
Kurt Kobain, now Madhavankutty Pillai
Dear Kurt,
There's this guy knocking at my door saying he's you. Looks like he's doubled his shot of heroin for the day. Anyone who spells ‘Kurt Kobain’ cannot be Kurt Cobain. Help this poor ol' soul get out of it will ya?
Love,
J
Dear J
It saddens me that u did not notice d correct spelling in the first line in capital letters. This was a test n u failed. There is still hope. Ask Madhavan to forgive u.
Curt Kobain
Aaargh! Don't you dare screw up the GOD's name.
It's not Curt Kobain.
It's not Kurt Kobain.
It's not Curt Cobain.
It's Kurt Cobain.
Now type that 100 times.
I cant. I m writin this with my cell n ther's no copy past
Even better.
Do it.
Do it now.
Just do it.
Do it phuleeez.
Do I sound like I'm doing a Nike campaign?
More like MALICE than innocent little Alice...
And I think Bob Dylan said it best when he said:
You fake just like a woman,
But you take just like a little girl....
cheers
z
Advertising is a much better way of writing a story than writing a story itself. (To each his own.)
But I believe, if ever one wants to be a writer (any form of writer), one ought to leave all the doors in the mind unlocked.
Time for some barley water? AM back in town!!!
where are you alice!? I've been rounding half the world looking for you :P
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