February 14, 2009
It’s 10pm on the valentine’s day. I am here listenin to some Bryan Mcknight’s and BoysIIMen’s songs*. These lyrics just cut me deeply. What a sucktarday night. Sitting quitely in my room, making scripts lines for drama, I am as empty as I could be.
Can you fill me in ? or at least find somebody who can?
Anyway, I have made a short list of request.
I want to be in love. Or at least something that feels like love. Those warm feelings when someone calls just to say a simple ‘Hi’, the goosebumps when that someone approach you to ask you out, the can-not-blink-my eyes everytime he walks by, a malu-malu-kucing-smile everytime he looks you in the eye.
Secondly, I want to be sung by someone. and not just singing, but I want that someone sings to me down on his bended knee. And oh yes, that someone, gotta be a ‘he’.
You know what, thinking about this second request, I just wished that Anoop is not an American-Indian. I wished he was Indonesian so then I can call 008 to find out his cell number and call him out and make him sing songs for me.
The bottom line is, please give me some romantic moments here. Please give me a new thrill. Don’t give me another alone-typing script-listening to menye2 songs-eating a half-angus fried rice-saturday night. I need goosebumps. i need some heartbeats, not because some ghosts but because of someone that I adore.
I know I’m taken, but I think I’m still available inside.
* I know, I should change my playlist right away.
**bukan. bukan makanan yg panjang2 berkuah itu.