The same night (after my birthday), I got this lovely lovely surprise from Jeff, my highschool best friend. I’m soo kilig. ♥ Which reminds me, this is not the first time I received a guitar on my birthay.

Everyone, meet Jar, my new classical guitar. :) I love that it’s nylon. And that it’s black. But mostly I love that it came from him. (Because all these 8 years that he was my best friend, he never once showed up on my birthday! Pfft, you!)

Meet Jar

The only problem was, I just had my nails done when it was given to me (and it was the first time after a long while that I french-tipped my nails. Talk about perfect timing). Grrr.

French Tips :(

Then again, who cares. Nothing can stop me from playing her. ;)

Me and Jar

So there you have it. If you wana make me go weak in the knees, give me a guitar. (Ok, I have enough, so give me a Daisy Rock guitar next time. LOL.) If you want to make me more kilig, buy me a pink laptop. But if you want to marry me, give me true love, a really nice wedding by the beach (or in the mountains ala Runaway Bride), a diamond ring, and a pair of pink Chuck Taylors.

But okay. I’ll settle with the guitar for now. :)