what's there to hide?

After we went public on facebook with our relationship,  i wonder what's there to hide and be ''anonymous'' here? But i guess the fun is I am being anonymous to Erik himself. (big green laughter). Yes i haven't told him about this blog and i don't intend to. If i did, then what's fun in whining about him sometimes. So you might be wondering, reactions to being public?

Strange people are not brave enough to ask question to the concerned even if they are dying with curiosity. But yes my friends got lot of quizzes and questions: at one point one of my friends told me 'pay me to be your personal assistant' to which i replied 'tell them, our policy do not allow to talk about private/personal issues. Please refer to fb post for any of your queries'. It would be fun :P Anyways, those who chose to ask me, I am telling them 'YES'. 

How do i feel about it? Calm, Peace and happy. But still I haven't got the guts to spill out to mom and Erik says 'I don't think your mom views me as your just friend'. Wish i could tell her ASAP but probably before we make another giant move.

Apart from getting inner peace in telling the world, another  light is seen at the end of the tunnel, finally. Erik's visa seems to be in reach. He has enrolled in university and now he will get letter from the university  (tomorrow to be precise), requesting Education ministry to write another recommendation to Immigration for visa. Hopefully without any fuss, Immigration will give him visa for one year. After all, he got no objection letter from his consulate easily unlike last time. Another weird thing is, apparently TU never ask such 'no objection letter' for other students but to Spanish. Confusing bureaucracy. 

Impressing people!

Suddenly I have lost enough weight to make people stop and scream 'Oh my god, you have lost so much of weight'. I kinda noticed my loss of weight while posing for pic with Erik. I looked small in that pic. Anyways, my mission is now to eat more and get that few flab as soon as possible.

The parents are somewhere up in the Himalayas and so is he. They will come back this week and I have to show them around the city. Right now, i am trying to understand his culture and history by reading the book his parents got for me. Lesson no. 1: I shouldn't try my little Spanish with his dad but use one Basque word saying hello. I need to look at my copy to remember how its written and pronounced. As i was trying to remember how to say hello, AK reminded me that i have to get something for them which had completely missed my mind. Now i am in total loss about what should i be getting for them? Probably a shawl for mom but what for dad? I have no freaking idea. Need to ask around. If you have any suggestion, feel free to drop one :-)

If everything goes right and we feel really comfortable, i could be moving in with him before this autumn. Fingers crossed. When he told me i could move in with him, I gave him warning word saying 'be really careful of what you wish for'. hahaha i sounded so evil when i said so. But if that's likely to happen, then me coming out to my mom will happen earlier than that. Even if not permanently moving in, i will live with him for few weeks to months helping him to settle down. This will happen for sure. But everything hangs with big IF.

That's all i have for now. Excited about day after tomorrow!!!

Dinner at RG

Finally the day arrived when we met again.... almost more than 45 days of painful wait. And who he brought to my house? His mother for sure! Well all my Spanish classes went poof and i ended up struggling with easy words so that his mother and I could talk. But we did manage to talk about so many things including her X-BF of long time ago, her childhood, erik's family and what not, ending our talk with political situation :-)

Seeing him made me realize how much i love him and when i heard those words from him, all my worries just vanished somewhere. His mom and my family met.... had a wonderful dinner together. They spend night at my place. Holding him in my arms gave me the happiness probably i will struggle to find anywhere. Spend a whole day roaming with him and his mother ending the day with dinner.

I am just in cloud no. 9 now.

More later, Promise!

someone's coming!

guess who is coming? Of course, there is no difficult answer to that. My BF is coming back after 8 nights! yay :)

but sadly, i will be going before he comes and won't be able to see him until another 8 days. how pity is that? And there goes my plan poof to spend few nights with his mom and him at pokhara!

But still i am happy, my depression era is finally coming to an end and this period has made me realise i am not as mature as i used to think i was...but have also taught me lesson to be patient.

Love you!

All good things must come to an end.

Has time come for this one as well? I am just wondering.

Thinking…..thinking… crazy stories in my head but hey, I am getting some leads from you too.

Do I want to talk about it to anyone? What next after the talks? Does it even matter talking about it? Probably a smile would do better than the tears.

Pain of distance. Hardly 5 days and everything is shaking. In my head or in reality: still confused.

When reality and dreams fuse together: all you are left with is confusion. Probably some dreams remain dream only!

Also why things have to be so complicated? Is it us who make it so or it's indeed a complication?

Can anyone answer? Hello????

31 days more to find out the answers!

48 hours

No this is not Danny Boyle's mini version of 127 hours. This is "the hour" that has brought me the happiness and sense of life that we always dream of. Yes, from far away land, one good Samaritan has arrived in my life who has brought a bag full of happiness for me. I know this is a short-lived one but it will be the one that i will always treasure, cherish and long for.

Sometimes..

We all are just confused of what the future beholds for us... but does the fear of future stop us from exploring today? Today, 15.01.2012, seems one of us proposed to other......

Buttery Butter and the Boring one

One thing about being single and not committed is: you can meet many people, explore around and see if there is any chance of finding someone compatible to you. When I say compatible, I mean someone who can understand your joke, share similar interest or at least know what you are talking about, even if I have no idea of his interest but have oratory skills to make it sound exciting and interesting. One of my friend calls it my standard and since my standard is pretty much high (according to him), it would be difficult for me to find someone matching it unless I downgrade my standards. But i wonder what my standards are: searching for someone who has brains and ways to express them, is this too much to ask? Well, looks matter but not always. Hmm is this the reason why I am single? Food for thought for sure.