Every now and then, I write about myself, about how I am just another person, and about how I am an infinity. Christmas, hot chocolate and love have always been mentioned here or there in my poetry. Here is a small and brief glimpse into my obsession:
- 2009: We stopped at a gas station to buy food and coffee. I was nine, so I ran towards the chocolates aisle in the store close by. Meanwhile, my dad bought me ad my sister hot chocolate, sandwiches and cupcakes. He bought coffee and sandwiches for him and my mom. So we got into the car with the best food ever and drove around the streets of Dubai, listening and singing along to classical Indian music. I remember the taste of hot chocolate, the sound of my sister’s giggle, my dad’s smile and everything in between.
- 2013: Four families got together to celebrate Christmas. The music was too loud but no one cared, and the food smelled like god himself. I was thirteen and fat, because I didn’t yet know that you could, by choice, not eat delicious food. Eating it seemed kinda obvious to me. So as everyone grooved to the music, I danced too and ate something once in while. It was a party worth remembering and that’s when I became best friends with the amazing people I was dancing with. Every since that Christmas, many games, life saving advices and lame jokes have followed.
- 2014: Ninth grade has been the show stopper. I was in a history class, talking to my girl friend when this other girl entered the class. For the next two years, I had been madly in love with this other girl. She was like a walk in a park, except that the park was an amusement park and the walk was actually crazy, jaw dropping, breath taking rides. She had beautiful eyes that looked like an eclipse, and a smile like the fourth moon of the fortnight, a bright crescent. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and her arms had cuts. And every time I saw either, they recited a different story and wonderful poetry.
I started writing in 2014, so these three have always been something I find myself using in my poems. Here are ten random questions that I am answering to tell you more about me.
- Are you scared of heights?
∞ I am. I’ve been on the tallest building on Earth and still, height freaks out. - What is at the top of your bucket list?
∞ I don’t really have an order. But I’ve always wanted to go Greece or Amsterdam. - What is the first book you remember reading?
∞ As funny as this sounds, my first book was a comic called Tinkle. But my first novel was Percy Jackson. - What is your eye color?
∞ I’d say dark brown. - Do you hold any convictions that you would be willing to die for?
∞ None that I am aware of. But I guess I’ll know when I have to. - What is your biggest fear?
∞ I am Atelophobic (the fear of not being enough) - One thing you know now that you wish you had known as a kid?
∞ That fears exists, probably. - Do you judge a book by it’s cover?
∞ I try not to, but I might subconsciously. - What makes you angry?
∞ Everything? - What are you attracted to in a woman?
∞ Preferably bold, frank and wild.
I hope you know me a little better today. Also, a shout-out to Hello Lauren for nominating me for the sunshine blogger award. Tell me more about you in the comments section below. You can ask me questions too. I cannot wait to hear stories about you.
I liked your answers.
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Glad you did.
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I did like your answers too… Something weird about me is that I delete people’s calls, messages and chats almost immediately we are done talking. Not cause I am trying to hide anything, but cause I get irritated by the clutter.
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Haha I get it. I used to do it too.
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wow awesome answers.
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Thank you! I’ve always wanted to know more about you. Can I?
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Yes, ask please
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Let’s do it on some other app? The comment section will get too crowded.
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No it’s ok you can ask me here no problem
Or on my Twitter Id
@alifelessordin6
😊
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I’ll add you there and text you after you add me.
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“what makes you angry? everything.” I can definitely relate to that!
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Haha I guess we all can. Tell me something about you!
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well, I’ll be a graduate student next month, I love to read, and I like to collect coffee mugs 😂
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Oh wow that’s realky nice. I have way too many coffee mugs too 😂 we should talk more. What say?
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Nice answers. I am sorry to read of your secret crush having lived such a horrid life.
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We all have. And it wasn’t really a secret.
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You matter. You are worthy. You are enough. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for this comment ❤
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Nice to meet you! I like the post so we could know more about you. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
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Haha. We are similar in that everything makes me angry, too. 😀
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Aint we all are obsessed by ourselves.And glad for the share…understanding you more now.
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ah Atelophobic is the word i was searching hehe
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Searching for?
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No, i mean..i never knew the fear of not being enough is called Atelophobic. I kinda have that kind of fear too, most of the time.
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I understand. You’re more than good enough though. 💙
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“I ran towards the chocolates aisle” I still do this as an adult!
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Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading!
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I’ve always wanted to visit Amsterdam 😭😭 after reading Anne Frank’s diary, that place has always fascinated me.
This was such a nice blog post! I got to know so much about you! ❤
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I’ll visit it really soon ❤
When do I get to know you?
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Interesting post!
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Thank you!
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