Crush

Firstly, I’d like to admit that I’ve never been in a serious relationship ever. I mean, seriously. Sometimes when I tell this to people, they would start saying that I’m a bluff, or their jaw just drop down as if I’m a weirdo or something. Well I can assure you that I’m not a weirdo and I don’t fancy the member of the same sex. Maybe Allah has He’s own plans, and the lucky guy (I mean, he must be one hell of a lucky guy since I reserved all my feelings for him, buwahahaha), must be someone just suited for me. Hopefully and I’m keeping my fingers crossed. :)

To prove to you guys that I am indeed a perfectly born girl, with feelings, I’ve had some ‘crush’es in the past. It’s nothing big, but boy, I remember flipping upside down every time I see them.

Before going into details, let me tell you what I look for in a guy, not that anyone will be interested anyway, but what the heck, I just felt like writing it down. I go for someone who’s dark (which to me, shows that he goes out under the sun a lot, and not some nerd), doesn’t have to be too handsome (hahahha), speaks perfect English (that’s because my English is lousy, so he would be able to compensate me), and he would know how to talk, I mean really talk (Not only 'hi','bye', 'dah makan' kind of things). Older by a few years is a bonus as I’ve always believed that boys are late bloomers. (No offence, just my plain opinion, ehehhe)

No. 1 Crush of all time: Dr. Aslam (Boy, I hope my lecturers are not reading this blog anymore)

He is handsome, he suits all the criteria’s above, and he’s married. Well, I like him, but not to the extent of wanting to marry him or whatever, but every time I see him, I’ll just feel the butterfly in my stomach you know. I’m not joking.

I only had the privilege of taking one class with him that was Macro Economics, and I fell madly in love with the subject, and it was because of him. He’s English is superb and he’s depth in the subject was so far beyond imaginable. He was just perfecto.

Some of you who might have stumbled (or forced) to take economics subjects would know what I’m talking about, it’s downright boring if the lecturer is as boring as the subject, but Aslam, boy, he sure had a real man’s touch, He really made me look forward for the next class which is some what impossible in my diary.

I would use to sit at the front row in the classroom, and just suck in everything he says, I never get bored by just staring blankly at him, listening and munching down each and every word that came out of his mouth. I was just so fascinated by him, not only his very muscular look, but also he’s charms and knowledge. I admired him.

I was one of the committee members of the Economic Society where we organized this Inter-Varsity Entrepreneurship Quiz in 2003, and we had to nominate the lecturers to be the jury in the quiz. Knowing I was on the team, of course Aslam’s name came up, (and because he is the most suitable candidates for economics area, of course). I went to see him and asked him to join in. I remember standing out of his office door at the department, my heart beating so fast, palms was sweating and my mind could never stop thinking of the most suitable words to say, as I was about to meet eye to eye with the man that I admired deeply. Yes, it may sound cheesy, but it was the truth, I seldom go head over heals with a guy, but I really did like him, as a teacher, as an idol. And he was my first crush.

All my friends knew how much I admired him and whenever we accidentally bumped into each other in the hallways, it would just make up my day. I’ll be smiling all the way through; it was funny how he could actually influence my mood.

But it was just a crush, a plain crush of an innocent girl.

It's just a little crush (crush)

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing (crush)

Not like everything I do depends on you

Sha-la-la-la

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do depends on you

Sha-la-la-la

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do Depends on you