iza the sunshine
here's a story of iza:
it's her birthday today. (happee birthdayyy!!) i had forgotten that i once saved a note on my yahoo calendar about her birthdate. when the event reminder popped up, it got me reminiscing about those good old days of my fascination with iza.
she was the most awesomely beauuuuutiful girl i have ever met. the sorta girl that made you think, "geewhizz was she made in a lab or something??, coz her beauty's just the very definition of perfection!" remember that n'snyc song? - "When I look into your eyes I know that it's true God must have spent a little more time on you... They broke the mold when you came in this world.." yeah, like dat.
and no, many have asked me, but no, i wasn't in love with her. i was just mesmerized by her; fascinated by her. i supposed i've lived long enough to understand my place in the scheme of the world. enggang sama enggang, kata orang. lalang serumpun lalang.
i met her, - or, actually, saw her - during my brief stint in sunway. i was walking out of the bookstore when she walked in. and, and - let's put it this way: have you ever crossed path with those drop-dead gorgeous people and you are just soooo captivated by them like a magnet and you just can't take your eyes off them? that your heart flew aflutter like a happee happee bird, and that the world seemed to stop spinning, and everything's suddenly turned slooooww-mo and there was this angelic/choir music soundtrack playing in your ears?
yep, it was like that i saw her. and i damned near hit the door when i was walking out of that bookstore.
i didn't know her name at that time. who was this perfection of beauty, what was her name? i was sooo enamored by her that a poem (read) whispered into my soul. i wrote it down and then passed it - anonymously, of course - to her.
it so happened, and i swear to God this really happened, she was sitting with her guy friend at the corner of the cafetaria, just the two of them alone, when my poem was delivered to her. apparently, the guy was doing his oh-i'm-so-in-love-with-you bit at the moment, pouring his heart out to iza, confessing to her of his love and iza opened it, read it, and then gasped, smiled, and said wow isn't that sweet???
meanwhile the guy was right in front of her, and he was turning red.
talk about bad timing...
i saw the whole thing because i was hiding behind a nearby wall. (yep, the chicken-ass that i am.) and i spent the whole semester avoiding the guy and his crowd because i heard there's a bounty on my head (thank god the poem was anonymous) and they were so incensed on aiming to get the crap kicked out of the mysterious poet who spoiled a love confession episode.
i sent her more poems. some i wrote, some were clippings from my book of poetry. i think she loved them, and loved the attention. i've been told by our mutual friend that she kept all the poems. how sweeeet!
i wrote her a song too. back when i first saw her, when my friends and i were drooling and sighing and mooning over her everytime she sat wayyy across us in the cafetaria, we decided to call her "sunshine." coz, well, she made us happy when skies were gray. hee! so the song i wrote for her was, predictably, called "the sunshine song." it's a medium-beat acoustic song, and the chorus went: "ooh i feel you fillin' in my darkness ooh i feel you in and out the rain ooh i feel you whisked away the sadness... [beat] sometimes i wished you're with me now [beat] sometimes i wished you're in love with meeeee ooo sunshine my sunshine ooo yeah..."
hikhik! omg, to be young and dreamy and corny. : )
one time, i was hanging out with my friends in the cafetaria, with a guitar in my hands, and all the sudden iza came by and sat right across from me. obviously, i was shocked. shocked to be in the presence of the goddess, of course, but also shocked that my secret might be out and her guy-confessor might come over and beat the hell outta me.
so i said a timid "hi," and she smilingly said hi back. and then, - oh for the love of all things holy!! - my friend, whom i've given a note/poem earlier to pass to iza, came by at that very precocious moment, sat next to iza, winked at me and slipped the poem to iza, right there in front of me! i very nearly dropped dead of a heart-attack. iza's eyes went wide, and then quietly read the poem with her trademark gorgeous smile pursed on her lips. i was stone-silent, and my friend kept leering and grinning at me.
iza then looked up all giddy and then looked at me. i swallowed hard, and very very casually then remarked, "another one from him, huh..?"
she was surprised. "you know him??" she asked, excitedly. "is he here? is he here??"
my friend was grinning even wider. i just shrugged and smiled. fuh, that was close.
then, seeing that i had a guitar in my hands, iza asked me if i can play Guns'n Roses' song november rain. so, i played. there i was, sitting in front of iza the sunshine goddess, watching her every smile, worshipping her every move, singing and playing november rain for her. what a treat.
intermittened in the next four years, i kept sending her notes and poems. FOUR years. i didn't tell her who i was. i didn't know if she knew it was me. but it came to a point when i was leaving US and hadn't a clue if i was coming back, and i decided i should finally tell her. so i gave her a call, told her i'm syamil - and she went quiet a litte - and said i was the the guy who had been sending her all those little poems - and she said hiiii!! and i could already see that cute smile on her face.
we talked for awhile, nothing much. i asked her if she knew me, and she said she only knew of me, that's all. i asked if she knew it was me, and she said she had an inkling but wasn't truly sure. that was it, though, a phone call four years too late.
afterwards, whenever we crossed path, she'd smile at me. she once asked me why did i send her all those poems. i said because she deserves all the flatterings. she asked how if it was hard writing the poems, and i said something like, "when somebody's THIS beautiful, the inspiration comes easy." )
i did get back to the US after months of hiatus, and she was still there, just as gorgeous. she was a little plumper, a little on the chubbier side, but prettiest and loveliest just the same. by then it wasn't a secret anymore of my fascination towards iza. her friends teased me a lot, and i just kept quiet. she had a boyfriend, anyway. (come to think of it, i can't remember a time when she didn't have a boyfriend, or rumored to have a boyfriend, or in the arms of somebody i had to believe was her boyfriend, for as long as i've known her.) but anyway, i stayed away from her, simply coz i didn't want to spook her out, or made her think that i was stalking her.
we kept in touch, few and far between that it was, thru emails. but we lost contact some time later, and haven't heard from her ever since. she's probably married by now, with cute kids.
anyway, where ever she is, if only in my foolish dreamworld that she may come across this blog and read it, happy birthday ms sunshine.
it's her birthday today. (happee birthdayyy!!) i had forgotten that i once saved a note on my yahoo calendar about her birthdate. when the event reminder popped up, it got me reminiscing about those good old days of my fascination with iza.
she was the most awesomely beauuuuutiful girl i have ever met. the sorta girl that made you think, "geewhizz was she made in a lab or something??, coz her beauty's just the very definition of perfection!" remember that n'snyc song? - "When I look into your eyes I know that it's true God must have spent a little more time on you... They broke the mold when you came in this world.." yeah, like dat.
and no, many have asked me, but no, i wasn't in love with her. i was just mesmerized by her; fascinated by her. i supposed i've lived long enough to understand my place in the scheme of the world. enggang sama enggang, kata orang. lalang serumpun lalang.
i met her, - or, actually, saw her - during my brief stint in sunway. i was walking out of the bookstore when she walked in. and, and - let's put it this way: have you ever crossed path with those drop-dead gorgeous people and you are just soooo captivated by them like a magnet and you just can't take your eyes off them? that your heart flew aflutter like a happee happee bird, and that the world seemed to stop spinning, and everything's suddenly turned slooooww-mo and there was this angelic/choir music soundtrack playing in your ears?
yep, it was like that i saw her. and i damned near hit the door when i was walking out of that bookstore.
i didn't know her name at that time. who was this perfection of beauty, what was her name? i was sooo enamored by her that a poem (read) whispered into my soul. i wrote it down and then passed it - anonymously, of course - to her.
it so happened, and i swear to God this really happened, she was sitting with her guy friend at the corner of the cafetaria, just the two of them alone, when my poem was delivered to her. apparently, the guy was doing his oh-i'm-so-in-love-with-you bit at the moment, pouring his heart out to iza, confessing to her of his love and iza opened it, read it, and then gasped, smiled, and said wow isn't that sweet???
meanwhile the guy was right in front of her, and he was turning red.
talk about bad timing...
i saw the whole thing because i was hiding behind a nearby wall. (yep, the chicken-ass that i am.) and i spent the whole semester avoiding the guy and his crowd because i heard there's a bounty on my head (thank god the poem was anonymous) and they were so incensed on aiming to get the crap kicked out of the mysterious poet who spoiled a love confession episode.
i sent her more poems. some i wrote, some were clippings from my book of poetry. i think she loved them, and loved the attention. i've been told by our mutual friend that she kept all the poems. how sweeeet!
i wrote her a song too. back when i first saw her, when my friends and i were drooling and sighing and mooning over her everytime she sat wayyy across us in the cafetaria, we decided to call her "sunshine." coz, well, she made us happy when skies were gray. hee! so the song i wrote for her was, predictably, called "the sunshine song." it's a medium-beat acoustic song, and the chorus went: "ooh i feel you fillin' in my darkness ooh i feel you in and out the rain ooh i feel you whisked away the sadness... [beat] sometimes i wished you're with me now [beat] sometimes i wished you're in love with meeeee ooo sunshine my sunshine ooo yeah..."
hikhik! omg, to be young and dreamy and corny. : )
one time, i was hanging out with my friends in the cafetaria, with a guitar in my hands, and all the sudden iza came by and sat right across from me. obviously, i was shocked. shocked to be in the presence of the goddess, of course, but also shocked that my secret might be out and her guy-confessor might come over and beat the hell outta me.
so i said a timid "hi," and she smilingly said hi back. and then, - oh for the love of all things holy!! - my friend, whom i've given a note/poem earlier to pass to iza, came by at that very precocious moment, sat next to iza, winked at me and slipped the poem to iza, right there in front of me! i very nearly dropped dead of a heart-attack. iza's eyes went wide, and then quietly read the poem with her trademark gorgeous smile pursed on her lips. i was stone-silent, and my friend kept leering and grinning at me.
iza then looked up all giddy and then looked at me. i swallowed hard, and very very casually then remarked, "another one from him, huh..?"
she was surprised. "you know him??" she asked, excitedly. "is he here? is he here??"
my friend was grinning even wider. i just shrugged and smiled. fuh, that was close.
then, seeing that i had a guitar in my hands, iza asked me if i can play Guns'n Roses' song november rain. so, i played. there i was, sitting in front of iza the sunshine goddess, watching her every smile, worshipping her every move, singing and playing november rain for her. what a treat.
intermittened in the next four years, i kept sending her notes and poems. FOUR years. i didn't tell her who i was. i didn't know if she knew it was me. but it came to a point when i was leaving US and hadn't a clue if i was coming back, and i decided i should finally tell her. so i gave her a call, told her i'm syamil - and she went quiet a litte - and said i was the the guy who had been sending her all those little poems - and she said hiiii!! and i could already see that cute smile on her face.
we talked for awhile, nothing much. i asked her if she knew me, and she said she only knew of me, that's all. i asked if she knew it was me, and she said she had an inkling but wasn't truly sure. that was it, though, a phone call four years too late.
afterwards, whenever we crossed path, she'd smile at me. she once asked me why did i send her all those poems. i said because she deserves all the flatterings. she asked how if it was hard writing the poems, and i said something like, "when somebody's THIS beautiful, the inspiration comes easy." )
i did get back to the US after months of hiatus, and she was still there, just as gorgeous. she was a little plumper, a little on the chubbier side, but prettiest and loveliest just the same. by then it wasn't a secret anymore of my fascination towards iza. her friends teased me a lot, and i just kept quiet. she had a boyfriend, anyway. (come to think of it, i can't remember a time when she didn't have a boyfriend, or rumored to have a boyfriend, or in the arms of somebody i had to believe was her boyfriend, for as long as i've known her.) but anyway, i stayed away from her, simply coz i didn't want to spook her out, or made her think that i was stalking her.
we kept in touch, few and far between that it was, thru emails. but we lost contact some time later, and haven't heard from her ever since. she's probably married by now, with cute kids.
anyway, where ever she is, if only in my foolish dreamworld that she may come across this blog and read it, happy birthday ms sunshine.
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