Ten Things I Like About You


You know who You are. Well actually, maybe not. Because You won’t be reading this. Anyway…

 

1. You are reliable. I wouldn’t think twice about drinking till I forget my name if I know that you’ll be there around me. Because I would know that no matter what, I’ll reach home safe and in one piece. Although, after the last time, I would think ten times before drinking recklessly when you are around. A million angry and disappointed looks are more than enough for one lifetime. And I will never ever drink recklessly without you around anyway. So I guess drinking recklessly is not an option. Ever. 😛

2. You are straightforward. Even if you don’t say something, it’s more than obvious in your body language. But chances are, you’ll say it anyway. And you wouldn’t lie about anything. You may avoid answering certain questions, making the answer quite evident, but you wouldn’t lie.

3. You don’t see me as just your teacher’s daughter. This is not something I can say for any other IHMite, barring three or four people. You see me as Ana, an individual, who is your friend. And just happens to be the daughter of your teacher. Which I really am grateful for.

4. You take your time. You don’t rush into anything like almost every other male I have ever come across. That is what makes you a man and not a boy. And you know my mother loves and respects you for it. 😀

5. You care. About me, about everyone and everything. You are one of the very few guys I know who genuinely CARE about me. And this always comes to me as a surprise. I know guys who have liked me and dated me and found me sweet and what not, but none of them have ever cared about and for me the way you do. And I adore you for that.

6. You told me you wouldn’t be able to be here for my birthday because you were out of town, but you came. And I seriously love you for that. My day was already brilliant and it was made super special by my friends, but I was still a little sad because I thought you wouldn’t be there. But you were. And you made my day.

7. Your smile. I swear on pasta, the cuteness it radiates literally turns me into jelly. You smile at me and it takes me all my strength and willpower to keep from swooning into a heap of mush. 😛 Trust me, SRK’s smile doesn’t hold a candle to yours.

8. Your eyelashes. Sooooo long and curly!! Wasted on a guy, I tell you. But so beautiful! I could honestly stare at your eyes all day long for the rest of my life and be content. Also, the way you sometimes avoid looking at me. It’s so cute! It’s like, you will look EVERYWHERE but at me! Be it a tree, or the sky, or a stray dog or the sidewalk! Anywhere BUT at me! And while you so strategically avoid letting your eyes set on me, you have that smile on your face, that’s somewhere between a laugh and a coy smile, it’s beyond cute. In fact, that look should be made illegal.

9. You actually admitted that you like me. No chasing games, no playing hard to get. You just straight out admitted that you like me. I didn’t think you would. But you did. And the fact that you like me, that counts too. 😀

10. YOU. You are you, and I adore you for that. I love your personality. I love what makes you so you. Whether you are short or tall or thin or fat, doesn’t make a difference to me. As long as you are you, I don’t care if you gain a 100 pounds or don’t shave for months or don’t trim your hair for years. I don’t care. I would still like you just as much. Although, I bet your college teachers wouldn’t appreciate the Neanderthal look much. 😀

 

So anyway, notice that these are THINGS that I like ABOUT you, not REASONS WHY I like you. Because that list would only contain one item: I don’t know. I like you because I just do. I can’t help it. I can’t not like you. Not even if I tried. I wouldn’t be able to list the reasons why even if my life depended on it.

Anyway, I hope you never read this. Unless I ask you to. Which I probably won’t. Ever. Because you know how conscious I get when people I personally know read what I have written. So imagine how skittish I would get if people I personally know read what I have written about them!

Note to my readers (which probably doesn’t include you): HELLO! I just randomly decided to make that list. I have no intentions of ever letting him read it, though. I would die of…well, something if he ever did. Because then he would know just how much I like him! Anyway, guess what? My final exams got postponed. By a month. -_- And my birthday just passed. So did my best friend’s. I’ll post about that later though. I am sleepy now. It’s 1:20 AM here. So, hasta la vista, people!

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The Pool, The Boy and The Laughing Cosmos


Life is kinda boring these days. I mean, college is closed for the moment since our exams are approaching. In July. And the university actually thinks that the students will actually study during the 2 months of study leave that they have scheduled for us.  Seriously, you’d think they were all born yesterday… But, anyway.
I am planning to get a second ear piercing done. And get my navel pierced. And get a tattoo. Wow, I’m my father’s little nightmare…

So anyhoo, what this post is actually about is my new crush. Yes, you read that right, I have a new crush! I don’t know what surprised me more, the fact that I actually managed to meet a guy being in an all girls college, or the fact that I actually managed to meet a decent guy at all! There’s a dearth of single decent guys in this city. If they are sweet and honest, they are taken. If they are sweet and flirty, they are probably dating 9 of your friends and you. If they are sweet, cute, flirty but honest, all at the same time, they are probably fictional characters. But I found one! And he’s real!!
We met at the pool. Yes, I swim. To lose weight. But I usually spend more time “chilling in the water” as he says, than I spend swimming.  So the losing weight part is not really happening. But anyway, we met at the pool, I developed a tiny crush on him, then we continued to talk and after the initial awkward conversations (I mentioned pee. Don’t even begin to ask. Really.) it was really quite perfect. He’s funny and sweet and single. And cute! But as my luck would have it, the pool closed down for 2 months because their filters broke down. Seriously, the entire cosmos is laughing at me. I just know it.

So anyway, he is also my mom’s student. My mom is a lecturer in Institute of Hotel Management (he wants to become a chef ). So, his exams were going on at that time, before the pool shut down, and he wasn’t going to the pool anyway. And obviously, neither was I. I mean, my sole incentive of going there on a regular basis was just not there anymore, so why bother? So, I went to my mom’s college instead, every evening, under the claims of meeting my mother because I was bored at home. Obviously I went to meet him. I mean, my mother comes back home after college, so why would I go to the college to meet her? So I met him everyday and my mother and her friend (who is like my second mother) obviously suspected that something was cooking. So every time they asked me about it, I denied it. Obviously. On the last day of his exams, however, they were convinced that something was going on. Because, I kept bugging them to come out with me to get a popsicle because I basically wanted to see if he was there or not  (also, I do like popsicles. Honest. But that’s not really why I had about 5 popsicles per day anyway… I basically had so many so that I would have an excuse to go out of the teachers’ room repeatedly and “accidentally” bump into him without seeming too suspicious to him or my mom an aunty) and I didn’t want to go alone because there would be other students too, and I don’t like crowds. And finally when aunty agreed to go with me after my mother flat out refused, we went out, got the popsicles and on our way back, we noticed him standing in front of the gate, talking to some teacher. And he obviously noticed us. Two minutes later, he came into the teachers’ room, where we all were, with some papers which he had to get signed by mom. After he went, my mom and aunty just looked at me and burst out laughing. When I protested against their suspicions and said that he only came in to get those papers signed, my mother told me that they were not even his papers, they were his friends’ papers so he did not need to come. But he did anyway.  Oh god, it was so embarrassing. And then later, I went out with aunty again and she kept saying that she knows that I’m only going because I want to see if he is there or not, which I vehemently denied, and while coming back, we noticed that he was still there. And the moment I stepped inside the college, he messaged me to come out (he was standing by his bike), and so I told aunty that I have to go outside for something and she was like, “ahaaaan, so he’s calling you to talk to hiiiiim?” I probably went red in the face, mumbled something and just ran out. Then I talked to him for like 15 mins or so and then I went back and we went home. The whole thing was really embarrassing.

So, I am tired of typing now, I will just tell y’all the rest of the story later! OKAYBYE!!

p.s. My tiny crush is now a HUGE crush.
p.p.s. Sorry for the horrible storytelling way but I’m really sleepy!

I Can’t Come Up With an Appropriate Title


Initially, I started this blog for the feeling of animosity it gave me. In this big wide world, I’m a nobody. As of now. Nobody knows me and nobody knows of me either. Other than my friends and family and people who…um… Know me! In the world wide web, nobody knows me, nobody cares about who I am, what I am, where I’m from, what I do and what I’m here for. I have no identity. I’m just a needle in an entire barn. And I love it. In this blog, I can write whatever I want and to the world, I’m just a username. And since I find it easier to express my feelings through written words rather than spoken ones, this blog is a bloody boon.
There are so many things I’d like to say to so many people. Okay, not too many people. Just a few. But I don’t/can’t. For various reasons. One of the major ones being I’m just extraordinarily crappy with expressing my feelings. But sometimes I just dont want to let people know what im feeling. Like when I have a crush on someone. I’d rather Facebook stalk the person than talk to him. Because I say the most weirdest things ever when I try to talk to someone I like. So it’s more like self preservation.
And then there are times when people hurt me with their careless words. I never let them know that they hurt me, because I believe that if you let someone know how much he/she affects you, it just makes you vulnerable and that much easier for the other person to screw you over. But then again, that’s just my twisted logic. And then there are instances when I get ridiculously insecure. I’m a very Very VERY insecure person. But usually, insecure people constantly look for reassurance. I don’t do that. I believe that my insecurities are my problem and not somebody else’s responsibility to take care of.

So anyway, basically, I love how this blog lets me vent my feelings, my anger, frustrations, insecurities etc. I love the fact that I can write whatever I want to and nobody will give a damn. Unless of course I’m hurling abuses at random groups of people. Which I dont plan to do. But this feeling of animosity is not there anymore. Far too many of my friends know about my blog (due to my shameless bid for attention and because I publicized it on Facebook). So now if I write something about someone, chances are he/she will read it. And with my luck, he/she will also realize that I’m writing about him/her. Then the entire purpose of writing it here instead of directly telling them is defeated. I know a possible solution to this is making a new blog, but I’m far too lazy to maintain two blogs. I can barely maintain one!

But anyway, here’s a funny picture to make up for the utter rubbish you had to read till now.