DIVA

the story below is taken from a friend’s blog… have fun reading…

(feels like a dejavu after reading it ..dejavu.. apaan tuh?  )

lately i have desperately pondered, spent my nights awake and i wonder what i could have done in another way, to make you stay reason will not lead to solution, i will end up lost in confusion i don’t care if you really care, as long as you don’t go love me love me, say that you love me fool me fool me, go on and fool me love me love me, pretend that you love me leave me leave me, just say that you need me i can’t care ’bout anything but you…

- the spoon ballad -

it was all started with a spoon. yes.. amazing huh? one tiny-small but useful tools to eat, can lead you to a romantic scene..

- it’s his third times coming to my room. Don’t ever think of anything nasty or inappropriate, he only wants to borrow a spoon from me. he said that he wanted to eat, but no clean spoon’s available.. of course afterwards we’ll have a little chat about what he’s going to eat, and whether I want some too.. and his eyes, his smile.. gosh.. so, what am I supposed to do? I mean, he’s clean, smart, cute, even though i’m taller than him. hmm, yes, we share the same office, in fact, that’s why we’re here now, as participant in the office training which required us to stay for weeks together in some remote place. aah.. I think my romantic’s side is starting to blur my common sense.

… it’s been months since the training, and we’re getting real close with each other, close as “close”. but i feel restless since he never could define what kind of relationship that we are into. and i’m too proud to even ask him. lately, it’s noticeable that he’s got something in his mind, the ex-gf? the high maintenance-shopaholic-airhead girlfriend. and pretty, with fair skin too.. what a cliché.. he surely told me that I’m the closest person to his mind of his perfect girl …. or wife.. Did he tell the truth or.. was that some kind of cheap trick guys often do? still, physical beauty strikes, they’d choose a trophy instead a brainer.

… good lord, what am i doing here? sitting in my hotel room in KL at nite, watching the view through this window, with him sleeping in the room next door.. wishing that this week could finally lasted. never thought I would despise business trip like this. of course, i should have a business trip WITH him, of all other male colleagues in the office, things couldn’t get worse than this. just yesterday i heard rumors that he’s going to take a wedding vow by the end of this year, or is it next year? well, the hell. Oh c’mon.. brighten up! don’t let yourself whining over him, again, it’s been almost 8 months since we’re a part. are the terms ‘a part’ counts? since I can’t remember that if we are really a ‘we’..

Want to go home badly..

- Dear, I fear we’re facing a problem, You love me no longer, I know And maybe there is nothing, That I can do to make you do Mama tells me I shouldn’t bother, That I ought to stick to another man A man that surely deserves me, But I think you do! So I cry, I pray and I beg.. Love me love me, Say that you love me Fool me fool me, Go on and fool me Love me love me, Pretend that you love me Leave me leave me, Just say that you need me I can’t care ’bout anything but you…

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