hi or sumo wrestler, I was young, energetic under 23 years of age and I might get lucky to be a professional sumo. To became a sumo wrestler, I needed to learn only Japanes

a famous actor more than as a scriptwriter. It was true in a sense that my writing was very hard to understand for normal people that most of my friends couldn't interpret what I meant, even it was a love story. I was fully aware about that I was needed to study more for becoming a successful idealistic, poetical and romanticised as a writer. I had to focus on girls to understand the feelings

miracle but I saw that, the loose frill of her shirt slowly moving back and forth, waving to chanting my mind on her ass. It was my first crush. Then I realised that I was kooky nutter about her ass, felting guilt about my gayness. She was talking with her boyfriend, she was crying a lot, silently screaming, she was in some kind of a problem that I couldn't listen from the other side of her neighbouring house. That day, I was fully obsessed with her. Her crying face , her situation, what was she into? I couldn't concentrate on my projects of school work. Festive season, there w

was admitted in asylum later for that incident. I was so disappointed by the frustrating truth that scared me horribly. It nearly annihilated me. As a man, I felted regretful then. What worst could it be if women were secured, well treated and cared by the loyalties of men, is it too hard to be a

ling my romanticism. After that I never came back to my hometown, my first sight of her from buttock to face, her luring to crying, then suicide to asylum, really I was frustrated about manki