Have you ever made a scene in the public?
Perhaps oblivious to many but coincedentally caught the corner's of someone's eyes?
And perhaps those rivers from your eyes made it a lot more worse than you've wanted it to become?

Have you ever imagine tearing over something narrative?
Would you made it out from the scene completely revived or mortified?
Have you ever thought of crossing such a path on a plain saturday morning?


Well as a matter of fact, I do.
And that person is me.


Nicholas Sparks once again moved me to my tears and unexpectedly,
those salty tears flowed smoothly down my cheeks.
Unknowingly, a guy sat across my seat witnessed the embarrassing moment that
he offered me his tissue.
How thoughtful.


Yet I couldn't simply accept it because I was just too mortified.
Well, I was in a bus anyway, what do you expect?
A reason of excuse, I gestured my hands in a polite mannered of saying
"No thanks, I've already got one"
was immediately understood and he simply went back to his
obscurity world of thoughts.



And when I alighted from the bus, I headed straight for my next one
completely unaware that I'll be thinking of him for the next 5minutes.
I didn't even got the chance to get to his name.
Oh bummer.



Well, at least on a lighter note, I couldn't help but to smile everytime I take a look at myPokes section in my Facebook Homepage.
Amazing how one person can make me smile everytime I see her name.
Cute isn't it?






I completely understand the risk.
I love the comfort.
But I just don't want it to be you.