You know how everyone has their own musical guilty pleasures? For some, it’s Spice Girls (Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want). For others it’s Shaggy’s Mr.Bombastic (She calls me Mr.Boombastic say me fantastic, touch me in my back she say I’m Mr. Ro...mantic). And then there are the Ross Gellers whose musical guilty pleasure is Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back (I like big butts and I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny). Basically, EVERYONE has an MGP.

Mine just happens to be Selena Gomez’s Naturally. It has been stuck in my mind since last night (it was right after Scarlett Johansson & Pete Yorn retired performing ‘Relator’ in my brain’s version of the Madison Square Garden) !

(lyrics)

How you choose to express yourself

It's all your own and I can tell

It comes naturally, it comes naturally

You follow what you feel inside

It's intuitive, you don't have to try

It comes naturally, mmmm it comes naturally

And it takes my breath away

You are the thunder and I am the lightning

And I love the way you know who you are

And to me it's exciting

When you know it’s meant to be

Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally

When you're with me, baby

You have a way of moving me

A force of nature, your energy

It comes naturally (You know it does)

It comes naturally

Mmmm yeah

And it takes my breath away (Everytime)

What you do, so naturally

When we collide, sparks fly

When you look in my eyes, it takes my breath away.

I guess this song being stuck in my head is not so much of a coincidence as it is a reality-check. It’s ironic that she sings about how everything comes naturally when she’s with this person, and yet when I listen to the words in the song and I apply it to our situation, what I get from it is that we might not be meant for each other. Cos if we’re meant to be, then everything would come naturally, no?

So, YES Mother Nature, I get what you mean. He and I are not meant to be. To be honest, I’m surprisingly fine with it (yes, “fine” not “ok”/”good”/”great”. Hey, a girl’s got to grieve no matter how wise she may seem. haha). Just as much as you can’t put words in people’s mouth, you can’t put feelings in their hearts either. Hah. Growing up is SO much fun. (In case you can’t tell, that phrase is 70% contentment, 25% condescension, and 5% i-dont-know-what-the-hell-is-going-on-so-i’m-just-going-to-nod)

Till then, when a girl gives you a glass message in a paper bottle, it means she likes you, dumbass. (pardon my french. haha)

Love,

Little Miss Grown-Up.

I’ve been wrong before. So if I am wrong now, please blink twice.