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Sunday, September 5, 2010 . 9/05/2010 03:12:00 AM

I'll admit, I'm a little freaked out by what I'm feeling and doing these days. No, a little is an understatement. I'm TOTALLY GAZILLIONLY FREAKED OUT WITH MYSELF!!

It's just a crush. Are crushes meant to be like that? Yeah, I think they do. But all my previous crushes don't reduce me to the mush that I'm feeling inside, the smiles and giggles that erupts on my face, and being all happy and all when I'm that stubborn lil' pessimist. 

I'm not pretty, not even attractive. I'm not the most outgoing person out there, nor am I the most intelligent or brave. I like to wear short skirts (with safety shorts, of course) because it makes me feel feminine, when I'm not exactly very, and because my legs are my only good physical asset. 

No guy will really like me in that way.

If my tagboard was still up, it'll be bombarded by my 'dearest Daddy and Mummy', the good-for-nothings who 'loves' me too much for their own good. Who knows? They could be reading this, but what else can they do other than gossip about me to themselves? Read: I don't care. 

I want to believe. That a guy out there will like me for who I am. And I will like him for who he is. I... will be careful, I guess. I just don't want to end up like my parents, who had several reckless decisions and actions. Mum is already glad that I'm reaching the age that she got married and haven't had a single boyfriend yet, but I'm not exactly feeling the same way. How about declaring to people that, "I haven't had a date in my ENTIRE teenage life?" 

Haha, I know. It's rather immature to think in that way. But I do worry. 'Cause I won't be able to experience something that most teenager do. Even my YOUNGER brothers have gone through them. And I shall emphasize, them

I'm still really freaked out by myself. 

But there isn't anyone out there who can give me some real advice. It's different, in a way.

And I needed to vent!

Okay, I shall not dwell too much on this issue. Yet.

I shall wait until the exams are over before I pursue this issue. If I'm even courageous enough to do that. 

I shall... not think too much. I think too much sometimes. 


Crush

David Archuleta

I hung up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time
Deep inside
It was a rush
What a rush
'Cause the possibility
That you would ever feel the same way
About me
It's just too much
Just too much

Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized
So mesmerized
And I've just got to know


Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it really just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going
Away
Going away

Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging,
Spending time, girl, are we just friends
Is there more
Is there more
See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make this
Into something that'll last
Last forever
Forever

Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it really just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going
Away
Going away

Why do I keep running from the truth
(Why do I keep running)
All I ever think about is you
(All I ever think about)
You got me hypnotized
(Hypnotized)
So mesmerized
(mesmerized)
And I've just got to know

Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it really just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going
Away
Going away

Going away
Going away

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