I couldn't help it. I always have been telling myself "No Fadhilah, no!" And I just couldn't.
One fine evenning I was with my colleagues sitting in the Rock Auditorium, waiting for the roadshow to start. The row in front of us were the people from branch. I looked left and right and didn't find him. But a few minutes before they dimmed the lights, he walked in all fresh and smart, wearing a casual black polo tee. I think my feet started to melt. As if that's not enough, he chose to sit right in front of me and I got a sniff of his cologne...my legs started to melt.
So I SMS Yanping and told her about it. I couldn't bloody help it...why does he always make me feel this way. I couldn't stop looking at him that night even if it was the back of his head. I wish it could just bugger off...well honestly I didn't wish for that.
I wanna smack his butt sometimes, I think it's super cute!
OMG!!! What am I saying all these things???
Someone's gotta save me from this or I will probably drown in my own wax!