Sunday, July 20, 2008
Oh *Tomokz* you are such a distraction. Tsk tsk.
It's been quite sometime since the flustering, fluttering, jittery, heart palpitating moments and even though I don't physically fancy you, I like what I feel when you pop by with that sometimes-turn-offing sheepish smile of yours.
And no Fatin, it's NOT a sign from God, I'm more than sure enough. A sign from God would be me having an intellectual conversation like that between Vanessa Abrams and Nate Archibald at the cafe. How sexy!
Twice in two days. I'm starting to love this job already. Haha. Flattery is one thing, morale boost to make me feel that I do mean something is another.
Ok ah. On with night shift!
PS, tis about time you do something, boy. =(
Labels: Intellectual Flirting - I WISH
X O X O; 11:06 am