kecelakaan

the scent of melting popcorn still there, lounging in my mouth, smudge of mascara due to the mild down pour while watching Twilight was barely there, burger eaten, I came in and out the room, just to let the smell of him demolish, the hours together, giggling endless touching and pecking each others.... The smell remain still - I'm powerless,

Took my book and went out and do my reading by the pond, flushes of words drenched without even being well sanitized, ah ha just me... I've talk to him, we said goodnight and so on...but still I can't manage to erase him off ~ right after those Good Day Nightmare, someone here for me, *arghhh, I'm in my baju Kelawar* the maid didnt tell me, but that person appeared right close to me, ah ha, "are U working?? it's XMAS aaite" - "No IDEA, its JUST ME, Want to go out??" YES YES YES, I'm there in my baju kelawar hovering all over his manly smell, the crisp of his shirt, his well pressed pants, I'm panting for more!!.. After various of mid night snacking, drive thru and endless tune by James Ingram, we finally at KL yayyy *ah ha I kan orang BUKIT* streaming under the neon light of KL *wahahahha* we talked.. not the serious talk, about life, works, people but NEVER the FUTURE, LOVES and SO ON *mannnnnnnn*....I find that it is interesting to be around him, the way he snatch me off with him after the hell broke to pieces, official meeting and presentation... he steals me away most of the time...

Sometimes its rude when he snatch me off while in ME TIME, reading, thinking bout someone Im into, so disrespectful of him, but his lack of courtesy makes me addicted to him, it's not all about
the way he cupped me in his bear hug
the way he took my hand off, when I saw someone so thinly thinly skinny skinnier than whoever
when he listens to me when all Im telling him was about some other yuppies I'm into.. he listens ..REALLY
when MY baju KELAWAR is worst than my doormat, he is still able to drag me to the public and give me that really big bear hug and sloppy wet kiss, WHY AKU MALU SIOT hah padan la muka
SEX.... no no no
we are not in love, both of us are well clad around our own 'escort' WE are no one,
not his SUV ok!
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bollocks.. I'm speechless, at times when I'm wrapped in his shirt the next day, in his boxer with a bowl of sugary cornflakes, I asked myself WHY WHY WHY....this is not me...