MR. GUITAR :) (A smile or a sigh?)

I didn't expect that you will truly do that to me. every strum of your guitar and every note that you made from afar, made me smile like a stuffed toy for free. :) Your first song was awful. because you strive for the highest note even though you knew that you will be humiliated. and that was the reason of my first giggles that night. you made your second call. and so much for my surprise, you played your guitar and accompanied it with some rhymes that are so close to my heart. i don't know why I have to be so stupid. I can't stop blushing all the time. and the worst part that I made is recording the songs that you made. I didn't tell you that part because I know that I will look like an easy girl for your eyes.

I played it over and over again. It became the viand in my playlist. even our conversations are there. how awkward! next time you'll sing for me, I'll never speak again. all those sweet songs made a MARK in my HEART. You catch my favorite song, IRIS. :)

>> and I'll give up forever to touch you, coz I know that you feel me somehow..
and all I can taste is this moment. and all I can breathe is your life..
I just don't wanna miss you tonight.
AND I Don't want the world to see me. coz i don't think that they'll understand. when everything is made to be broken. i just want you to know who I am .. :) :(

A smile or a sigh?? Mr. Guitar, thank you for making ME happy this night. :))

hoping ♥

                 I am so stupid to think that I am the girl that he likes. But how couldn't I think of that? every little thing that describes those girl comprises my situation. Why can't I thought of that if every moment till twilight, we drown ourselves with sweet conversations even though we are from different parts of the world. That fact gives me the reason to assume for unintentional things called "attraction". We shared the most awkward moments of our lives, as well as those almost sobbing moments. and yet, he never fail to make me smile even in the loneliest conversation that we had. He told me a name of a girl that he likes, and I just don't care. Because those moments, I am the one who is talking to him. not those girl. At those moments, I am the one smiling why he sang the sweetest melodies from his heart. I am his super friend!!And I nailed that.

             How he looks at the stars at the rooftop of their boarding house, and how I see them here at the window of my room is like letting our souls move closer with each other. We talked about the way we stared with each other, and the way I stopped moving from the spot where I am standing. I am simply hoping. and would you blame me for doing that? If all these stuff makes the fuels in my heart alive, I bet that HOPING for the special moments to come again isn't over yet.

midnight ring. :)

I was so busted and bored last night. I don't have any load to have fun and converse with my friends. But, I thank God for that. Because it made him call me all night long until twilight. :) I can't even forget my "kilig moment face" whenever a 5 minute call drops, and my phone starts ringing again. His sweet voice makes me smile. He keeps on talking about stuff that isn't familiar to me. but I don't care! I was just there, staring at the ceiling ,  and thinking of him. I'm at cloud nine late at night. :) I wonder why he called me so frequently last night. I knew a lot about him already. Except his real posture for me. I don't wanna assume, but I want to enjoy the moments with him. The moment that he chooses to call you early in the morning right after he woke up is everything.

:) smile

Life is not only about a stack of pits. It is also about a beautiful bowl of cherries :)

life is made of love. and love is made of life. May be this blog won't say a thousand words, it won't even commit rhymes in every lines, but it reflects the posture of my heart. the posture of my heart that only I can see. Love and happiness may be at the wrong time and at the wrong place, but that's how I fill the empty spaces of my heart. If love means committing mistakes, please let me have it sometimes. and I will learn to make it right.  I am happy and these words won't express my real posture. but it tells a hunch on what i feel and what I desire. this blog won't be seen by my friends. but keeping them in is enough. This is how I Love. This is the reason why I am Happy. And keeping everything short makes enough spaces for the next shouts of this blood-pumping organ inside. this is why.. I SMILE. :)