The first time I thought I fall in love again was when I set my eyes upon him (Fireworks) . If my eyes could kill just by looking at him, I’d probably call myself “killer or else murderer” (Well, when did I become deadly? No idea) If staring a person isn’t a descent act, then-forgive me coz’ my eyes were glued at the sight of him. Would I be honest enough to admit that it was “love at first sight?” Ah, well? Who would not? Hot, gorgeous, and oh crap- tantalizing eyes that held my breath away. Lips that could launch a thousand kiss and a face that could catch a thousand girls (Okay, I exaggerated it a bit)

If you’re smart enough to count the ten signs and symptoms of love at first sight, I would only fall into three symptoms. Butterfly in my stomach (flipping side by side), heart beats like a tambourine (tsug!-tsug!) and my eyes that can’t take off him. Well, quite close.

The terrible part about being Italian is that they are gorgeous. And, women will easily fall for them. The worse case scenario is that according to the research and studies of whose the most attractive guy on earth, Italian men took the crown as the number one followed by Brazilian or anywhere from Europe. Whoever conducted the study ( I hope they are not bias) In the book “Eat, Pray and Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert, she described Italian as “devishly attractive, cruelly handsome and surprisingly muscular” And yes, I was completely, totally, solely and whole heartedly admit that I was once a victim of such cruelly handsome, devishly attractive and surprisingly muscular Italian guy (too cool to be real, as a matter of fact) But yeah, I was and yes it was too bad.

You know when you like someone, it seems that everything smells better, the sour foods taste even better and the darkness seems even brighter? (True or false?) You know when you like someone, it seems that everything smells better, the sour foods taste even better, the darkness seems even brighter? (aha!- true!) However, too good to be true and too bad to be real. When bad things happen to a girl whose foolishly, madly, insanely thought she was in love? It’s very unhealthy. Foolish it is but (oh dude, it’s freakin’ great feeling)…
And, forgetting your own standards could be a bad signs that you become ‘Fool in Love’. Was it love? (Who would think about what is and how is when your mind kept on playing his looks, his smile, his lip, his voice, his eyes? Ahh, not me–and yes, I’m a liar)

Was I too foolish to believed that he likes me like the way I liked him? Hmn, “I like what I see”, that was his lines and yeah, it was flattering (*grinned*) Ooppss…if you think that two people like each other would it be ‘they live happily ever after’? ( A big question mark about that happy ending?) When boy meets girl, there’s a chance that boy meets another girl or girls meets another boy) Hue? Yeah! 50-50! Chances are real and reality keeps on knocking on the tablet of your soul. Okay (meeh) Keep dreamin!

Aha! Bulls eye? (ahm- excuse my language). When you realized about everything that it happens too quick, you thought it was real– the feeling, the attraction and oh damn the smell…! Uhu? Was I fool enough to believed and listen to my own ridiculous feelings? Hmnn, let’s see, when a person admits or true to himself about telling you straight …, like “you only fit on my bed baby” or “Open your legs when I see you”? (Aha!) It seemed like you were at the top of Mt. Everest claming for your victory but when the wind was too overwhelming, it blow you down and roll you like a paper towel till you drop at the bottom. (Whoah, it seemed like somebody gave you a hard punch) Feelings and attraction vanished, made you feel desperate to make him a punching bag…