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dreaming of Mr.G

Last week I've been too preoccupied enough with the global summit that the office I'm in ...are now organizing...though it has been one hell week of stress and busyness, i can only say one thing and that is i enjoyed it, not because i was very much helpful to the team but, its because i got close with Mr.G...yes i got close with my secret baby love crush...hahaha... i started getting to know him that well, and if it is really a feeling of me liking him or just a fore thought of being appreciative and admiring someone responsible, but that the end of the day i notice that what i feel is that i like him like him...

right now it has a been a week or so of asking myself if i like him, for i just realized that this crush i have on him will just forever a "crush"... for at the end of the day i know that he won't be able to like me...why?
1.im way too young for him (which i really don't mind..)
2.im way too noisy/outgoing...
3.he treats me like a little sister :|
4. maybe he likes someone better right now...
5.im not that beautiful for him (or i think)
6.he has high f*cking standards for girls...
7. he won't see me like the way i see him...
and the list goes on and on...

but every time i see him, i feel so happy... the way his geeky eyes flutter every time he feels stress, the way his mouth pouts every time he talks or laughs boyishly...oh gawd...the way his awesome soft hands touches mine every time he high fives me...oh just everything, i know its just a simple girly girl crush, but i really don't know if this crush of mine will take places...



oh well, so the title of this blog of mine is "dreaming about Mr.G" irrelevant much?
nahh, so here goes my story, after the summit and during the weekends...
i experience a quite strange thing...i dreamt abut him..like every single fact of me sleeping...i just remember that he was in it...i had one dream where it was like a silent movie kinda black and white ish type..and he was there,..very lonely all by himself so in my dream i walked towards him...and then...he just suddenly hugged me...and i was really oozing with happiness at that moment..and then it paused after like 3 secs of that kind of shot (or so I'm imagining that we are in a shooting?!) i find myself like crying..i was leaning on my bag or something, and then he suddenly appeared in the thin air..and he hugged me from behind....it was like a bird protecting his baby birds...gaahh kinda creepy way of describing but thats the way it look...so back to my dreams...he was just there hugging me its as if its really for real, and then suddenly reality stroked my dream ...and prince harry just appeared and he was introducing himself to me, gawd thats so impossible...oh well i forgot my other dreams na, but i swear I've been dreaming about him for many times right now..specially in the weekends, or just every single time i sleep...
gawd if he only knows how i like him..i could die right now of shame..coz i really do admire him that much...



if he could just read this blog entry or more over, every single thing in my blog...i hope he won't get mad at me or like be awkward and stuff...but if you are reading this sir, please be reminded that i bring no harm and i was just admiring you...if you only knew what i feel..i hope you'd feel the same way too...or at least learn how to.... and i promise you that if you'd give a chance to be somebody in your life i would definitely promise you that will make you happy and that i will never ever hurt you like the way they did...


love,


N.

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