a little space i call my own

don't blink, you wouldn't know what you've missed

"from what i see, this is all nothing but a mistake...

"from all that i can see, this is all nothing...

"from all of what i can see, this is something...

"from all of what i can't see, there is nothing but feelings...

tell me a story. a story about a boy. a story about a (let's say) 19 year old boy. or man. or male. whatever. it's just a god damn guy.

he's cute, friendly, helpful, and just plain sweet to girls. he never fails to attract girls to him. and everyone knows. this guy we are talking about here. is always focusing on friendship, family and many others.

where's love? where's the girl of his dreams?

*Interruption*
i just love to blog when my hairs wet. i don't know why. Or maybe it's just an occurence that maybe. just maybe. while i am undressing, bathing, singing with the water, something just struck me. and i needed to blog.

well. i'm glad things were okay. not much of a hassle. helped alot of others. but the most worked done has got to be my bro.
*resume*

listen to my story. listen well. there's the 17 year old female. a girl. a woman. a lady. she's everything a girl can hope for. she's what guys are looking for. she never fails to attract guys. but, never did she have committed herself to love.

where's the love? where's the relationship.

now. now. he likes her. she doesn't know. she felt the sweetness when he helped her. gossips rose and spread to her ears. he likes her. she felt normal. she thought it's just any one of those guys out there. but he prove her wrong.

many girls was jealous. jealous of the girl. the girl lives a couple of blocks from him. the same street. many chances for them to get together. never fail to create much laughter. and many girls were jealous. many girls have hated.

but surprise, surprise. the guy didn't take the initiative. the girl neither. this went on for two years. and two years flew by. nothing happen. nothing really happen. the guy and the girl are still friends. for two years, he liked her. but they are still friends.

now the girl is leaving. away the same street. far far away. same country. just west.

the guys felt the regret. and the point of her move. the regret is that he should take the initiative. the point is, her move determines her leave. away from his life.

initiative counts alot to the guy. he doesn't know.
if the girl didn't leave, would he ever know? =)

what the eye sees, the ear listen, the mouth tastes, the nose smell and the skin feels,
are all nothing. nothing at all.
what counts truly,
is those that is inside on the overall.

*exception:
-appearance and looks.

good night.

the hair has dried.

it's time for bed.

for what may seem like a regret, awaits an opportunity...