the guy from ipanema

the title was taken from his our favorite song: the girl from ipanema. well this song is so oldies but we both like it.

it has been a month since we went out for the first time even though it was incidental, but i assumed it was an intimate time knowing more about each other, spending time together outside our project or put simply, “an unofficial date”. that night we went for dinner after the big event of our “baby” grand launching, and it was impressive. i don’t really remember what we were talking about [because i was freakin tired at that time], but i do remember how i felt at that time. i was really confused about his motivation asking me out. i was afraid that i had misunderstood if he was kinda interested to me. and as always, no one knows the answer of this [except himself] [in which it is impossible for me to ask]; the time will answer it.

and bloody yeah, this curiosity bugs the impatient me a lot, but i’m trying to enjoy every little progress that made us closer.

this guy totally definitely rocks my world. the thing is, i still got “other babies” to nurture: hmj, busclub itself, the cfp program [if i'm taking it], my weekend jobs, my bloody 25credited semester geeeeezz my grades suck this semester and even my faculty advisor warns me about my grades.

and to be frank, i’m not quite ready for another “baby” to look after…, but this “baby” is too special and bloody irresistible. it’s like “now or never” thingy. yes we are both kinda busy with our stuffs, but it doesn’t mean things wont work out. i’m longing for this kinda relationship for yearsssss [this by means having a close relationship with someone who cares about me, who can direct me and whom i respect]. now it’s in front of me though it’s still kinda blur. and so premature. i’m afraid it will be too late to step back, or too soon to move forward.

and in between these confusions, i know it’s always the time who’s going to answer.

this reminds me of my other favorite song: so close, but still so far. . . . .

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