It’s the little things that count….
Imagine the existence of a living beauty at the balcony. On a starry night. Down below awaits a knight in shining armour. Ready to rescue the damsel in distress. He starts plucking his guitar and sings decently. Heartwarming melody fills the silent night with romance. Eyes meet. Charming. She chuckles. Longing for words to describe how she truly feels. Her heart melts. His expression of love through music just swept her off her feet.
Sounds a lil-a-bit like a scene from the fairy tale; ‘Rapunzel’ isn’t it? You may call it cheesy, but i guess it must be every other girls’ fantasies to be SERENADE with a song.
A woman wants to be shown love — not necessarily in a lavish way (i.e: fancy dinner, shower with $$$, “bling-bling”…argh, bluff~). It’s the little things that count, actually…
Brings me to this story which is close to my heart. Forgive me, dear Love for revealing this romantically disgusting true story. He may call it embarrassment. I call it his triumph for winning my heart.
It was back in the Uni days where we were teamed up for ‘Malaysian Studies’ fieldwork. Ahh, the good old days. There were five of us backpacking to Kuala Kangsar, where we conducted our research in one of the historical ground in Perak.
Yes, we were ONLY FRIENDS back then.
The tape recorder — an important tool we used throughout the fieldwork. Not only that. An important tool used to capture his first attempt to serenade me. Until now, it is safe in my possession. Only a bit dusty. Precious as an antique could be.
A smart and cute way of getting the message across. Cause he knows, I don’t go for Mr. Casanova’s/Mr. Loba Loba’s sweet talking considering that my heart back then was as solid as a rock (Orang melayu kata, hati kayu! J).
But hell, his magic spell works!
It wasn’t his sweet voice, nor the lyrics of the “Stand By Me” song by Oasis he (and his background singers-god knows who) sang. It was actually his sincere, humble and honest attempt. All that effort. Where he was willing to take the risk to strum that guitar (even though i know he DOES NOT favour playing guitar). Well nevertheless, he rocked my soul!
Oh & here comes the disgusting part…
Till now, it still remains a mystery. WHY? Because I don’t even want to find out. WHO? Even more, I refuse to find out. WHAT? The mysterious sound of war. WADDAHELL? Yes, war — War of Farts. Seriously, I’m not kidding you. Long after that soothing sounds of acoustic being played on the tape recorder. I left it on, hoping there might be somemore surprises. True enough, there is! (NOTE: Not all surprises are flattering). There goes, blasting sounds of people farting endlessly, it’s like one challenging another and yet another (judging from the variations of sounds cum pitching…urgh, I shall not elaborate further). Anyways, it has left me clueless for a while. Awkward moment i must say. I ponder upon & it crossed my mind that, he (or his friends- i don’t wanna know the details.Terima Kasih.) finally shows his true colours (upfront), i suppose.
But judging from his sincerity, humbleness and TOO MUCH HONESTY, i fell for him. Vowing to myself, that as long as he treats me well (insya-Allah), i’ll try my very best to dedicate my affection to him and only him and try to put up with all his flaws (hoping that he’ll bear with mine in return *wink*).
So yeah, it’s the little things that count. I was inspired to write this when I watched this series shown on 8TV recently called “What Women Want”, where in this particular show, surprisingly a hunky guy with an alluring voice & superb guitar playing ability together with a Romeo with suave moves got the boot in their quest to serenade a girl…
So, for all you love seekers out there, this show might be a good guide for you to work your way through in winning a woman’s heart.So check it out! Who knows you might score a few pointers out of it.
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(Disclaimer: This story is written entirely for entertainment and is not intended to offend anobody as it is sort of written without permission although it is protected by copyright. I am not making money out of this, it is just for fun.)
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(18PL : Some acts may be offensive and frightening to some children or even ladies (i.e: Farting).Do not try this at home. I will not be responsible for any break-ups or rejection if you are an idiot and make a fool out of yourself.)
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That said, GOOD LUCK !~
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Today, i’ve CHALLENGED myself for a rollercoaster ride….
Hesitation. Fear. Clouding my way to face the quest in my life…
As the twists and turns resemble the constant ups and downs of daily strife…
Trials and tribulations are faced with PRAYER, COURAGE and much STRIVE…
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Tatkala, ku dibawa meredahi langit ke puncak dunia…
Terasa bagaikan Izrail datang mencabut nyawa…
Diungkapkan ketika itu kalimah thoyibbah tanpa hentinya…
Terlintas sedetik, selagi ruh dikandung jasad, TAUBATLAH ummah kepada yang Maha Esa…
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Look back. Reflect. What we have learned without fear and confusion…
From experiences we may learn to formulate the decision…
Choices we deliberate on with clarity and wisdom…
May the path we choose will destined us to the true direction…
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Surah Az-Zumar ayat 39: "Dan kembalilah kamu kepada Tuhan-Mu, dan berserah dirilah kepada-Nya sebelum datang azab kepadamu, kemudian kamu tidak dapat ditolong (lagi)…"
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Ramblings of the day [Part 2]
Take me away…
Away from all the thwart…
Spellbound. Witching charms. Cast away the tort in my heart…
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Sultry hours passed. Wanting the peaceful time to last…
Let me loose…free me from confused…
As this moment may heal the bruise…
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Winds are whipping waves up in a graceful pride..
It hits me, again and again and again…
But the pain will never sustain…
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I amble along. Feeling the grass moves like green silk between my toes…
I lie down. Looking up to the celestial sky…
Eyes shut. Wishing this tranquility will never die…
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The sun subsides. The night wind tears..
Strumming the guitar, as it blends nicely with the hisses of breaking waves..
Stars twinkle up in the sky. Whispering away the tales of life..
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As the blazing fire reduces wood to ashes…
I know that this hallucination will never last..
It’s time to wake up. What’s past is past…
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