Thursday, November 25, 2010
About the Blogger Finally!!
One of my friends pointed out a few days back that my blog kind of talks about everything but me. He said that people might be really eager to know about the one who has been blabbering around, well yeah, but has not really taken out the time (!) to talk about herself.
Firstly, I am extremely romantic. I know every teenager tends to make this stereotypical comment but I am seriously one heck of an emotional fool. I really do think that love can make miracles happen. I really do believe that feeding a stray dog makes my day. I love children and I would want to own a horse someday. I don’t really listen to music that much, but the songs I love, I know them by heart. I can’t dance for nuts, I mean seriously even a grasshopper would swing his arms and legs better. Even as an eighteen year girl (lady, WOO-man, teenager, *blah*) I love it when someone pulls my cheeks (although I don’t show it). I feel as if I am back to being a child again. At times, I end up speaking nonsense about people I don’t even know properly. Stuff like that can really make you guilty but realization always strikes late in my case, so much so that in 9 out of 10 cases I end up not talking to the person ever after. If I hate someone it shows on my face and I really suck at pretending or lying. Either I end up laughing or I get caught inevitably. If I am hurt by my friend’s action, I always prefer to make it clear that I don’t like what’s happening even at the cost of being misunderstood. Repetitive but yes I love love. I love the fact that when you are really into someone who stand by that person no matter what. I am okay with someone falling in and out of love because I would rather have my to be husband come and discuss his infidelity issues with me than anyone else. I am very forgiving only and only when the other person is honest with me. Some of my friends have issues being liked by a guy whose feelings they fear to reciprocate. I personally don’t see the point in refraining from what we would really want to do. Should melancholy stop us from being what we want to be? Should our past haunt us every time we are trying to take an initiative? I know it’s easier said than done but prevention is never the cure.
Anyways getting back to what I was talking about, I would want to /love to become a writer someday. Someone whose prose may not be the most popular one but it is something which almost everyone can connect to and draw inspiration from. I want to take my parents on a world tour because they love travelling. I hope bozo gives birth soon so that I finally become a grandma. I despise people who drink and smoke(Don't ask me why!). What else? Nothing else, I think I have written enough!Lastly-“How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because some day in life you will have been all of these.”