he loves to eat fish. seriously. he loves to eat fish. just like me. everyone who knows me knows i cannot live without fish.

as if this has not freaked me enough, this has been the past 4 days happenings:

sunday: we both wore white tees to church. no biggie really.

monday: we went shopping @ garbo. last minute decision where i tried on a limegreen blackless halter gown for him.

tuesday: the uni main lib had some fire drill and i was sitting outside whilst on the mobile with kiasu when he walked by. he was wearing a pink tee and black berms. i, was in a pink striped top and black berms. ok... this is getting a lil weird. totally unplanned bumping into him and wearing similar colours.

wednesday: this is where it gets totally out of hand. we arranged to meet to go subi to see if we can find our stuff. rang him up after class to arrange to meet him @ 12. today i was in an orange mossimo polo and the usual black shorts with the esprit white belt. he told me he was on the oak lawn. as i was walking there, i had this naggy feeling something was going on. the next thing i knew. i realise he was wearing an identical orange polo with black berms. i was reeling in shock. like hello, i can understand if we both wear white. but orange???

i am spooked, seriously. maybe i am still thinking too much. i reckon markie bro thinks so. sighs. i have been running from the situation too long. i know he's a top guy and is extremely likeable, but does anyone seriously believe me when i say all i adore him as is as a friend??