Crush

Crush

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.
It feels like I haven't blogged properly in forever! Anyway, I went out today and bought two new slogan t-shirts! One of them is the usual "I.Q. Test" and the other is one of those Drink, Drank, Drunk ones that I kept seeing and never found. Found it today, so I bought it. Went to Mid with Naz for lunch and bitched about my father all through. We went to Chili's and Naz kept bringing up the "Chili's Dude" story. I pretty much wanted to hide my head under the table. Thank Ellen that Chili's Dude has stopped working there! We shared a burger and had one of those really awesome rib thingys. Then we walked around for a bit and I bought new pajamas from La Senza (they're so cute - the t-shirt has "Too tired to talk" on it). Then we walked around some more to the Gardens and had sago gula Melaka. It was kinda crappy, but this is coming from a girl whose mom is a Portuguese from A Famosa, so yeah. Went to Borders to look for a couple of books, but I had to place an order for it, so didn't want to. Fucked it and I'll meet mom after she finishes work and go to KLCC sometime this week and buy it at Kinokuniya.
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 can be, where this thing can go,
Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or 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 and trying to walk away,
But I know this crush ain't going away.
Had to go for orchestra practice when I got back, and was a little late for that, but Mr. Wong didn't seem to mind. Oh, that reminds me. Mr. Wong's wife just gave birth to a little boy! I can't wait to see him. Hopefully he grows up tall, unlike Mr. Wong, who's kinda on the short side. Okay, at violin class, pretty much the only thing I do at violin class is look out for the hot violin teacher who looks like my dad's friend, Helen. This Helen lady is a tattoo artist and she's pretty much the coolest one out of all my dad's friends. She wasn't there, anyway, so I just sat down next to Calvin and played some new Violin Concerto piece. On the 22nd of December, I'll be playing at IPAC with my orchestra and I have to showcase a solo piece, so please do come. After class, there was something going on with my grandma, so we headed over to her place, just in time for me to watch my Dinara get beaten by my Vera. Was kinda sad for Dinara and was texting Naz pretty much the whole time. Naz doesn't like me feeling sorry for Dinara and says that Dinara wasn't biting her wrist, she was just wiping her sweat with a sweatband. Uh, sure...
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 will last,
Last forever, forever.
Oh, yeah, by the way, Helen told me to go to Dinara's website where I could find these totally cute pictures of her and Marat when they were little and ohmyEllen, they are way cute! I've just uploaded them to my new phone (yes, I finally got the Motorokr fixed, but I'm kinda stuck on my hardy little V3xx at the moment). Like, Marat's kinda squeezing Dinara and Dinara has this squashed face that's kinda worthy of Roger Federer (the ultimate squashed face man, but he has good hair), but they're both so, so cute. I also have a picture of Dinara as a little girl, with her mom, and she was a cute kid. I'm telling you guys, most of these butchy tennis players were really cute kids once upon a time. Christ, I wonder what's gonna happen to me, since I was an undeniably cute kid, haha. No, really, I was. Oh, oh, there's also this really cute picture, in more recent times, of Marat about to give Dinara a kiss at the French Open! Somebody remind me to send that picture to Bunwoman, since Marat looks really cute there, too, all clean-shaven and boyish and innocent and so not like the guy who smashes rackets and swears.
Do you ever think when you're all alone,
All that we can be, where this thing can go,
Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or 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 and trying to walk away,
But I know this crush ain't going away.
Okay, I'm currently reading Love Ruins Everything by Karen X. Tulchinsky. It's really good, about this Jewish girl (I swear, I'd convert to Judaism if I were given half a chance), Nomi, who's just broken up with her girlfriend and whatnot. You know, the usual crapandahalf about that. This is, this book isn't all pathetic crap like Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking. It's funny, in a wisecracking sort of way. Another book I stole from Eva is Pink by Jennifer Harris, Skim by Mariko Tamaki and The IHOP Papers by Ali Leibegott. I'm gonna be pretty busy reading these over the holidays! And I'm going to Singapopre for book-shopping at the end of the year! Granted, it's not girly-shopping, but I get 500 Sing dollars to spend on booksbooksbooks and you can make damn sure that I've got a list! I definitely have to read Stealing Nasreen, because, according to some book club, Farzana Doctor is a literary genius. So much for my racism. Enough with the books. Just so you guys know, I was so bored before deciding to blog that I went throgh the WTA site and read Rennae Stubbs' and Lisa Raymond's blogs.
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 can be, where this thing can go,
Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or 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 and trying to walk away,
But I know this crush ain't going away.

More later, since it's late and I'm exhausted,
Steph