What happens in blue fake-pretend Russian Indian Venice stays in blue fake-pretend Russian Indian Venice: Saawariya
You...me...tonight...never happened. We don't know each other.
I'm not your type anyway. I need someone who makes me laugh, makes me think, makes me have an emotion other than staring wide-eyed and running in slow motion. You're too young for me, immature, too focused on appearances. You're full of tears and sacrifice, giddy dancing, content-free tittering. You suck all the joy and substance out of everything. You seem to want to save women with the jaunty flip of your hat (or dangle them off of high buildings or push them around), and that doesn't cut it with me.
Besides, your insistence on mooning over completely inappropriate people just makes me want to sit you down, mother-hen-like, and help you find someone more suitable - someone who likes forced, unsubstantiated romances and communicates via puppy-dog eyes.
But you've got some moves. And my stars, you're so beautiful. While we were together, I couldn't think about anything else. Sigh.
But I need more. It just isn't right.
I'm not your type anyway. I need someone who makes me laugh, makes me think, makes me have an emotion other than staring wide-eyed and running in slow motion. You're too young for me, immature, too focused on appearances. You're full of tears and sacrifice, giddy dancing, content-free tittering. You suck all the joy and substance out of everything. You seem to want to save women with the jaunty flip of your hat (or dangle them off of high buildings or push them around), and that doesn't cut it with me.
Besides, your insistence on mooning over completely inappropriate people just makes me want to sit you down, mother-hen-like, and help you find someone more suitable - someone who likes forced, unsubstantiated romances and communicates via puppy-dog eyes.
But you've got some moves. And my stars, you're so beautiful. While we were together, I couldn't think about anything else. Sigh.
But I need more. It just isn't right.
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Who knew I would dig guys who wear eyeliner and gold hoop earrings?
Will be around...
Pri - yeah, stay away. It's so painfully pretty to look at, but otherwise it's just weird and unsatisfying. And Ranbir is way spazzy - I think he was trying to be Hrithik.
SM - wow, that's such a nice compliment :) Thank you thank you, and I hope I live up to it! And yes, I have an inexplicable soft spot for Kareena and her crazy screeching. It's not a blind spot, fortunately, because I hate K3G, but there's something about MPKDH and Khushi that I just luuuurve. Someday maybe I can explain why I love Khushi, but I doubt it. I still need to see the Tamil original with Jyothika.
It was the only way I could explain the gratuitous "villain" music, etc.
Pessimissimo - fanks! And stay away. You have better things to do. Just look at the stills - that's the best part anyway. Oh, and the Eid song, I liked that.
Shakila - thank you! Sometimes shorter is better :)
please open this world to us wordpressers as well?..
(pls superimpose the above line with images of me with puppy eyes and wagging tail....) pls pls
http://bollywoodfashionpolice.blogspot.com/
bollywood - thanks! And your blog is fun too :)