about me, neha and toys

here i go, writing my first post. I really dont know why people keep this title before and then the contents. For some reason i hate this. i mean people does'nt even know what they are intending to write about. specially if u r writing this blog.
I dont know what people write in their blogs, but i use it to bare myself. boy, believe me i look scrap when am bare. everybody look scrap when they are bare. bare from their normal look ups and make ups i mean. even otherwise thats true. people look pathetic phtsically bare also. dont mistake me i have not seen any1 naked. except myself. even that was not intentional. these hotel guys keep a large mirror in bathrooms to look at ueself when u r naked. i dont know what thats meant for. i really dont know. a girls photograph would have been a better choice rather.
Anyway, let me tell u, i dont bug u here telling my all sad and embarrasing moments of life. its different that ones embarrassing moments become the greatest comedies for others. i am no exception to this. i prefer laughing. i dont mind if am laughing at someone r am laughing with someone r am laughing at myself. i really dont. may thats what makes ppl around me say am a backbiter. but am not. i personaly feel no one should get sore only because someone laughs at them. provided thats not a girl. man, it kills u when girls laugh at u. i mean it.
so this is not my '5 point someone' story or something. i have lots of reasons to say this. a) am not a five pointer. i had been a topper once. b) there is no neha here. ofcourse u get to meet some girls, but no one is neha here. c) i personally hate someone describing how u feel kissing a girl and having sex with her. afterall she is ur girlfriend. how can u talk like that?
If u ask me, all girls in the world should be put behind bars. they are all thiefs. they take our hearts away. they do it so easily. even with a tough guy like me. how can they do so. again there are exceptions for all statements. i love to see girls crying. i mean, afterall this is the only weapon god has given them. but for some reason, this neha of my book never cries. god she never cried even when i said i hated her. boy, this is the point in ur life u start going down. she says she likes u very much n all that sweet words. u say, u dont love her r anthing, thinking that one tear drops, i will hug her n cry out loud "I L U", only to see that she never cries. bullshit.
I can still remember that day when this girl, neha of my story was telling me the same sweet love story of she n me. for some reason i wanted her to cry, but she never did that. and the wierdest part is, i dont know why, suddenly i felt like crying all of a sudden. Man, if i think of that today, i feel like crap. i cried and all, fine. Then she started to do all these things that some girl, any girl for that matter does to keep a child silent. boy, that really killed me. U know. i always like this kind of romance. go sit in front of a girl and start crying. she does all these ticklish things that u turn up giggling very soon. be a toy, be her toy. i love to be a toy, but i hate toys. afterall men hate other mens too. specially if they try to cry with me. ;)