14 Awkward Things Girls Do When They Have a Crush
A crush can inspire you, but at the same time make you the most awkward person ever, especially when you don't even plan to confess. You just want to admire him from afar, is that wrong? Nope! Believe us, this is totally normal...and these awkward things you do, too, out of that silly, little crush
- Stare at him.
You seat at the back in class or in a coffee shop just so he won't see you staring at him with hearts popping in your eyes. But then, he looks back. Of course you'll look away and pretend you're actually looking around. This is so classic (and true!).
- Stalk him for hours.
You search for his Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram accounts. But don't have the guts to follow (or add) him because you don't want him to know you're into him, so you just stalk. Until you unconsciously like something he posted three months ago. Oops!
- Look for something common between the two of you.
One of the reasons you stalked your crush is to look for something in common, so you can convince yourself and your friends that you're meant for each other. And it sometimes goes like this, "He has a baby sister? I love kids! Oh wait, guys, he plays video games. I play video games, too! (FarmVille and Pet Society, to be exact!)" LOL!
- Make a code name with your friends.
Of course, you want to tell your friends you saw him at the cafeteria without anyone finding out who you're talking about. So you make a code name, "Guys, I saw Mr. Tomato at the cafeteria!"
- Play scenarios in your head that probably would never happen.
Daydreaming about your crush anywhere feels so great because everything just seems so perfect in your imagination. Even though you haven't talk to him in real life. Or he just doesn't really know you exist. Well, who cares? At least you had a conversation with him in your head, and he's so sweet there!
- Go to places where you know you'll see him.
How will he notice you if he doesn't see you? So you go to places you know you'll see him. You've memorized his routine: you know he always eats dinner at the mall every Thursday and Friday, and he meets up with his friends at the park every Monday afternoon. You've memorized, literally EVERYTHING. It's kind of stalker-ish, but nothing can really stop you.
- Over-analyze everything he does around you.
He asked for your number, and then you immediately think he's going to ask you out. Even though you were just both placed in the same group for a project...and he asked every groupmate's number for the meeting tomorrow. Sighs.
- You stutter when he talks to you.
Finally, you and your crush had a conversation in real life...with you stuttering the whole time. Get it together, girl!
- Try to impress him.
You know how to jump rope like a pro, so you were so excited to impress him at gym class. But you end up embarrassing yourself instead because your shoelaces were untied.
- Show too much enthusiasm when he's around.
You want him to see how fun you are to hang out with, so you get all bubbly when you're with your friends while he's just sitting at the next table. Sometimes, it becomes too much that even your friends think you're acting really weird. And when you're with him, you talk waaaaay too much because the dead silence makes you feel more uncomfortable.
- Or you become too quiet.
You get all conscious when he's around. And when you're with him, you'd rather let him do the talking and just observe how cute he is. You're just so scared that you might make a fool out of yourself.
- Ask for your friends' suggestions on how to reply.
You don't want him to know you have a crush on him. Yet you want your conversation to be longer. So what do you do? You call, text, or chat your friends and ask them for any suggestions on how you're going to reply to him. Should there be cute emojis, just the smiley emoji, or no emojis at all?
- Laugh at his jokes.
No matter how corny they may be. A lot of people say that guys love it when girls laugh at their jokes, so you laugh too much that it becomes a nervous laughter. You laugh and laugh even if things aren't funny at all...or worse, even when he's not even joking!
- And when he asks you if you like him, you deny everything.
Some people just can't keep secrets. Unlucky for you, you have a friend like that. Or maybe he just found it out on his own because you're an awkward potato when he's around. Then when he confronts you, you deny everything because him finding out was never part of the plan!
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This is a drawing and a poem I’ve made for a summer love. Our time together was short-lived but the feelings were not.
On a platform we stand
Faces seen all in a blur
Relentless searching led by a spur
To find someone, to feel something
Aren’t we fools to waste away time?
To look for one man’s treasure
Somewhere as ephemeral, as fragile
As a bond built in crime
But aren’t we just like every weary heart?
Hoping for an oasis
In the midst of the desert
Wanting to quench our thirst
Aren’t we all like frosted windows
Of old and battered houses on winter?
Wishing for the sun to give us warmth
To melt the facade so we can show what the inside is made
Aren’t we maven pretenders?
A Casanova? A Temptress? Who made us this way?
A sly fox? A ruthless hunter?
Let down the walls, It’ll be okay
Rushed for a hug, now no hesitating
Engulfed by a sense of bliss or was it longing? Eyes wide-open,
Stepping on a quicksand I embraced the fall into the deep end
Gazed at you lying there unaware With you, found something rare I swear
Realization dawning as loud as a thunder
As the Beating of your heart put me into a deep slumber
Waking up from this reverie
Truth slapped me back to reality
Two worlds so different, now I see If only I could I’d be anything and anyone you need me to be I’m the ludicrous clown, you see
Thought if I ruin it first I’d be free
From the doubts brought by my own insecurity I was so wrong,
What a tragicomedy Brought by the month of April
We rushed the ticking of clock to May Hands interlocked
Weaved skin to skin on a rainy day But when June came to say hello, all went dark grey
What was once there ceases to exist Like the wilting of a flower
Once so beautiful, so full of life Now turned into dust by death’s kiss
Unbounded joy brought by your presence
Paralleled with the perennial ache of your absence Yearned for and offered seventh heaven
Now the heart weeps for evanescence
A mirage, to be the fair maiden The sorrow to find out I’d end up our own villain
But all’s well for you are but a distant dream Gamaliel, You are, I knew it from the very beginning .
Written by me, the one-shot story
Coffee is about a girl who used to cherish moments with someone in a cafe. Sometimes, a simple drink can leave an imprint on someone's mind. ____________________________________________
It's been a year since my boyfriend and I broke up. I love him and he loves me too but things just didn't worked the way it should be. Now I'm heading at the cafe where we started and ended. I have no choice but to go there after all it was made up of both happy and sad memories. But that's life , right? We can't be happy all the time. Challenges come and hearts can break. But it doesn't just end there.
"One signature coffee , please." I said as I ordered from the cashier.
"What size?" she asked.
"Small." I said.
Then she took my payment and I headed towards the seat near the window. A window seat.... for two. The cafe was surprisingly full tonight unlike the past few days.
Again, I have no choice but to sit on that window seat. It is where we sit often. It is our seat. Our place. There are a lot of couples at the cafe and wow I'm alone. There's a part of me which says you should be happy because he's not the only guy in this world. Another part of me says you're still hurt so don't pretend to be happy. The truth is , I am both happy and sad. I'm happy because we're both free and we can focus more in our careers. But I'm sad because I'm not the other half of his heart anymore. I'm sad because I let him go even though I still love him. I'm sad because I can't see him. I'm sad because I can't share this relaxing coffee shop where we can chill with the aromatic smell of the coffee.
"Small signature coffee?" the waitress said as she serves my coffee.
"Yes. Thank you." I said.
"Since you're a regular customer here, we would like to give you this item for free." the waitress said. She handed me a purple journal with the name of the cafe on it and a pen.
"Oh thanks." I said .
"Enjoy your coffee!" she said.
I took advantage of using the freebies from the cafe. A window seat is also a bonus in inspiring me to write something. While sipping my coffee my brain and my heart began to function smoothly.
And so I wrote: My coffee has been cold lately, I can't feel anything after taking a sip and there's no heat to leave a pain on my lips. And it was a relief. But then, I remember one thing about sipping a cold coffee instead of a hot one: cold coffee doesn't leave you any marks when you sipped it, just like a blunt feeling. But a hot coffee will leave you a remarkable pain from the heat which reminds you that you are alive to feel....
I closed the journal and stared at the window. He was the coffee. The hot coffee. No matter how our breakup hurt me, he left me a mark and a lesson to learn. A hot coffee can be a challenge too or an obstacle. They all made you feel that you are alive. That you can go on with your life. You can still stand up. Love taught me to move forward. He taught me to be stronger. He is love.
WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A BROKE FANGIRL/FANBOY
One of the proudest things as a fan is the feeling that you are part of their growing fandom and stardom. From streaming their songs online, watching their music videos, TV guestings, collecting photocards, albums, lightsticks, attending to their concert and fan meetings surely, you're a fan! But there's a problem, MONEY.
It's really heartbreaking when you hear that members of your favorite band are coming and their concert is just around the corner but here you are thinking of how to sell one of your kidneys just to go to their concert (kidding).That no matter how much you try to save, it will never be enough for a ticket because you are only a student who has limited resources or if you're an adult, you have bills to pay. So joining a "team bahay" livestream is your last resort, but sometimes even those links don't work!
Of course if there's team bahay there's also "team airport/ team labas", fans who waits at the airport hoping to see their idols upon their arrival. How we wish we could also attend and be part of it, something like shouting their names, fanchants then cry out of happiness while waving their lightsticks or banners. What a concept isn't?
Hey, cheer up! being broke doesn't make you any less of a fan. Know that there are other ways to support and love them. For sure our idols have the same and equal love to us no matter what "team" we belong (team concert, team airport/labas and team bahay).Maybe for some people, they might think we are being overly dramatic without knowing that for us fans, their existence itself and music saved us and made us happy once in our lives. -Gwy June 16,2020
Yes, I am a woman! I have many imperfections and flaws but it doesn't mean I cannot do my best to be better.
Yes, I am a woman! I have acne on my face, on my back, and shoulder but it doesn't mean I'm less attractive.
Yes, I am a woman! I have strecth marks but it doesn't mean I cannot show my skin and be proud of it.
Yes, I am a woman! I can be skinny, fat, voluptous or petite. But it doesn't mean you can shame me because of my body.
Yes, I am a woman! My skin can be white as snow, tanned in the sun, brown like the color of my eyes but it doesn't mean I cannot be proud of my skin tone.
Yes, I am a woman! I can have curly, straight or wavy hair but it doesn't mean you can bully me for having a unique hair.
Yes, I am a woman! I can put make-up on my face; red lipstick, thick eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow or putting nothing at all but it doesn't mean you can judge me by that.
Yes, I a woman! I can wear whatever I want; mini skirts, shorts, crop tops or swimsuit but it doesn't mean we're doing that for men.
Yes, I am a woman! Virgin or not! It doesn't mean you can call me a slut or anything you want.
Yes, I am a woman! I can be sporty, nerdy, adventurous, workaholic, independent and do some men's work but it doesn't mean you can treat us differently.
Yes, I am a woman! We deserve to be respected and loved by everyone despite of our differences.
A Polaroid Series: My study on Monochrome Value
I started this collection to kind of join the bandwagon of Polaroid drawings from various talented artists while studying Hyperrealism. I hope this doesn’t trigger or encourage smokers because my primary intention was just to study and practice hyperrealism, and value. If any anything, I hope this encourages artists or artists-to-be to grab a pencil, create, practice, and hone their skills.
I have plenty more to learn and I honestly didn’t think I could ever do something this detailed, and I hope this does inspire others. Lastly, DON’T SMOKE! I don’t judge smokers— You do you, however, you need your lungs more than ever during this pandemic! Keep ‘em healthy!