Daisiessssss!

He waited for me near the coffee shop. the way he leaned against the wall clearly showed that my unpunctuality had gotten to his very last nerves and I could sense his rage from afar. As I walking towards him, gradually, of which my steps seemed to be like eternity, I tried to figure out what he was listening. Vindicated was the first scanty guess came to mind as he was rooting on DB for few weeks now. Covertly, I actually did fall for the band’s drummer who was a total dream, fitting just nice for a perfect crush. As much as I wanted to put a defence to my high-built ego, I feigned dull and dreary facial expressions for each time he brought up the topic.

So I nudged, and he looked down. Drenched from the afternoon shower while I was walking just now lessen down his fury due to my lateness. Not a word was spoken between us as a sign I got a free pass for making him wait.

So there, ladies and lads- my attempts to write as it turned out to be a half-baked story. hehe

I was frying my brain to come out with a simple short story but that’s all I got. Really.

That, put a big question mark on how we did really two long essays and how writers do write. Salute.

Ripped off from the news I posted on facebook and Instagram, the one that I consider its need to be mentioned in here too; Daisy. Well, the said particular movie was released all the way back in 2006. Had to admit that I built crush on the sniper (who’s also the main character) in the movie. You need to watch by yourself and go deep besides maybe trying to apprehend the meaning behind. Love, sadness, faith all are clustered and successfully revealed by acting especially from the actress. Frankly, I felt sorry for her as she left the impression to be seen as nothing but fragile and hopeless girl. Speaking of fictional epic of undying true love.

Kononnyalah. 

apa apa lah labu..

Finally, love & misadventure is safely in my possession. its maroon cover had obviously became one of the leading of some reasons of the purchase,  which seemed like essential. For the cheifreason is due to the fact that I’ve been following lang Leav’s quotes for quite a while now. suffice to say, since the beginning of my blooming interest in tumblr. Frankly speaking, there isn’t much that I adulate at heart, to my surprise because to in all honesty, I thought there is more to it. Expectation could really be a plunged killjoy. Nonetheless, it has been a warm read through hours on the flight to KK, last Thursday.

A poem entitled – A dedication, remains one of the brightest highlights of all.

I’ve always known of my doting towards the sight of sunrise and sunset (preferably from the rigs/platform), which I envision myself doing somewhere in the near future that is still impending by the way. That is a hurtful, acidic bitter fact to swallow and live with whenever insecurity takes over, once in a while. Suffice to say, that I love myself as a person a tad too much hence soaking into pitchy melancholia is somehow never conveyed as an option. Speaking of flecks of hope here.

(Dashboard Consfessional’s Vindicated is in the air)

After all, I do enjoy my job. The intermittent meaningless abyss that lunged are the curios of my longing to feel what it is like in a different environment. i think so. And for specifically that, I shall move forward, levitating my efforts to the so-called aims.

Random fact: I miss strolling Paris during the night overlooking golden and glinting Eiffel Tower. 

butterflies

I’m sitting alone in a café with iced cappuccino in front of me and the duet from Indigo ft Juliana Banos on repeat. You can go figure that particular song, if you want to. I can feel butterflies flying around in my stomach. That’s annoying, really. I meant, this phase – the kind of phase where you start to know a wonderful person in your term and you smile reminiscing about his jokes over and over again. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of the cliff, the kind of cliff that you can find in Ireland, and you almost fall down but something called “rationale” is holding you back. 

Don’t rush into love- whispers your heart.

I won’t – you brain murmurs in a soft voice, only your heart can listen to the sound of it.