Can I Have Your Number?

I saw him again today for the second time this week and last week. The fact that just by looking at him, calms me down, then he must be something..i dont know, whether i am adoring him for real or it's just my gedikness crazily pushing itself out of my body, hence searching for a male to satisfy its desire..(word!)

Who could he be? What's his name? Where does he live? Is he taken? How old is he? Erghhh, these questions wont run away from me..they keep on haunting me, urging me to approach him..'Are u nuts?' 'Well, no harm trying' 'You're crazy' 'I know' 'Then go' 'NO!' 'GO' 'Damn it i said no!' 'Loser' 'Whatever'..sigh, im one mile away from registering into a mental institution.

Each time, (ok, only twice now) i go to that 'cash provider' building, he would be there, sitting at this corner which i believe is his place and would be very busy on the phone. We exchanged few glances but that was it..darn it...I should give some signals dont i? can i? should i?

aku sudah gila bayang mungkin..


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