Nonsense, I say!

So here's the thing. This guy I know, or rather, used to know, told me recently that he really liked me a couple of years ago. Funny thing? I really liked him too. And neither of us said anything. For whatever reasons. I mean, it could have gone somewhere, it could have fallen flat, but why didn't anyone say anything?!

See, children, the only things you regret in life are the risks you didn't take. I really liked him...! He played an instrument, sang awesomely, was funny, had an awesome smile, great sense of humour, etc etc. I didn't say anything because I thought he didn't like me, he didn't say anything because he thought I hated him. And now, a couple of years down the line, we're saying, "damn it..."

Moral of the story...just let the other person know when you like them!!! Gah...

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Auto Incident Number Whatever :

This morning, I'm desperately looking for an autorickshaw (remember, those yellow-and-black-three-wheeled-contraptions?) to take me to The Place Where I Study, the name of which is Christ College. (It's been changed to University now, but I don't really give a damn) Conversation between me and auto driver -

Me : Christ College.
Auto guy : Race course?
o.O
Me : CHRIST COLLEGE.
Auto guy : Race course aa?
Me : College! Christ College!
Auto guy : Ah! Christ College aa? 70 rupees.

It costs 26 rupees to get to college from my place, by the way. I stalked off.

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I'm tripping on Dirty Dancing [the movie(s), geniuses] at the moment. There's something about dance that just takes me to another place. I love it.

Present favourite song - "Cry to me" by Solomon Burke. Johnny Castle and Baby (in Dirty Dancing I) - absolute hotness-ish-ness, if you get what I mean.

Oh crap. I have to submit my finalest research paper tomorrow. Later, then!

Ta!