How do you define that??

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I saw that bus guy again this morning in the bus and i can't help smiling like a silly little girl lost in her own world suckling on her lollipop.

I din give him my number obviously but he?? what did he give me in return??
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BUTTERFLIES in my tummy....heheh...

How can i not get smitten? Looking at that eyes like a puppy dog? That toussled messy black hair? That fair skin? And those small ears?? And oh..oh that cute small nose that gets red all the time?? Hai...Good looking guys normally comes with a very high price...and this one? I'm not going to be even pinning hopes on...he mite be jolly well attached....like i said before, with a face like that, why not right?

So now.....for all these whole time, i anticipate every Fridays. That's when i get dizzy...and that's when during that 30 minutes bus ride, i am once again 'ShaSha' all over again. Only 30 mins to be me now..but takes forever to find me again.

And now as i'm typing away, i can't seem to get that dreamy look of his off my claustrophobic mind. How unfair...

This is yet another wishful wish of mine - To go up to him and pass him my number and expect miracle. Truth is however, it might never ever happen at all. I got all clammy handed and shitty-i-wanna-die-now feeling in the bus. How can i ever smile his way when each time i always almost trip and about to fall flat on my face?

I wish, i wish, i wish...i'll bump into him again at 7-11 someday. And i pray i pray so hard something...sparkles over..Like glitter dust over the rainbow's ends.

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heeeeheee