Song Linguists..

I woke up this morning late and lazy. The color of my room makes me stayed on my bed. I don’t know what my position in bed is. But all I know is that my heart is not working that time. The ambiance of the room made me so elaborative that time. There were questions on my mind pending for answers. Is my heart ready to love again? Am I worth enough to lover her? Ugh! Hate my self. Then suddenly my mother called my name twice before I answered. I ran down the stairs and heard music from the radio. My attention was caught by the music playing and made fully conscious. I remember my friend Steffany sang “Where do broken hearts go” yesterday. And since my sis was searching I told her to go to “youtube” and key in the song. As the song is playing, I reminisce the ups and downs of my life. By the time that I get engaged with my studies the sincerity evolved in me.

I grabbed my cell phone and texted my father if he could buy me a Whitney Houston album entitled “The Ultimate Collection”. It was the thing that I told my father that if he could only buy but then he replied that I will tell my mom that she will by for me the album I want and my father will pay her. I was really happy that time. Of all the things I want that I am telling my father that thing was really granted although it is just an ambush want.