underattacker – panicstarterdesigner, programmer, lover.

just straight up lying to your parents now? i’m seriously losing way too much respect for you dude.

you guys better hope you’re on my good side when i invite for buga this month.

relaxed. interviewed. relieved. streetworked. encouraged. progressed. liked.

sleeping early, however, is something i will probably never get used to ever again. especially now. </3

i guess i’m too much of a punctual person. i’m always planning. always calculating. always mentally-preparing. always sticking to the plan. this spontaneity is not working out for me any more.

i’m not nearly as poetic as i need to be, to express, explain, or demonstrate what you mean to me.

in a complicated world you bring simplicity, cause while everybody’s talking you’re just listening.

i don’t care if it’s fair. i’ll wait, til forever is through, whether or not you love me, i’ll be loving you.

even in this generation where we live in computers, only love love love can reboot us

so, like, my total dream girl just schooled me with the perfect scripture that i needed to hear right now.

respect

…this is what paradise feels like? =)

i wish i could tell you guys everything. like forreal. but i see how you guys look at me. and how you judge me. and the little smirks here and there. yeah. i see them. you guys seriously need to work on your subtleness, btw.

it’s why i’ve chosen only one person to trust in this time. the one person who takes notice of my hints and actually supports me.

getting to really know a person is an amazing thing. some people truly are incredible.

or should i just name this post “my dream girl”? or “my crush”? ladies and gentlemen, i present to you iris leonardo.

the ninja guitar skills and vocals were obvious. but the swagger she had, the swagger that most girls don’t seem to have when they play the guitar, her swagger sold me. but then, i thought about it. i would never wake up to this girl’s “good morning, hope i didn’t keep you up late” texts. she would never call me in the morning to wake me up and make sure i’m not late for service, because she knew that i was leading the group that day. she wouldn’t be able to tell me about the new potential study she just visited out of excitement. iris leonardo would not spend 10 minutes on the phone with me explaining her streetwork walking route so that i could plan a similar walking route just so that we could be that much closer together. she would never ask what section i was attending during district so that she could pass by me everytime she went to the bathroom. she would never text me about the bible highlights that she planned to comment during her meeting. iris would never drop whatever she was doing just to respond to me, even if she was in the bathroom. nope. not iris. she never inspired me to do anything. i didn’t write my song because of iris leonardo. i don’t even have iris’ number. and she doesn’t have mine.

nope, ladies and gents. iris leonardo is not my dream girl. she’s far from it. but what some guys see in iris leonardo is the equivalent to what i see in my dream girl, only my dream girl is so much more. a pioneer. a sister. a friend. a best friend. my counterpart. someone i can family study with over the phone. someone i can service with. someone that trusts me enough to share secrets with. someone with spiritual goals.

someone that i can’t help but be fascinated by.

i’m strong because i know exactly what it’s like to be weak.

so many crazy things that have been happening this past week, but i really do feel on top of the world right now. holy spirit. oh boy. boy oh boy…

adding them always seem to hit the spot.

i’m writing this song for YOU by the way. i’m simply using a vessel to get it to you. stealthy points +1