From The Voice to My Voice

Still captivated by his voice. Thankfully (or damnedly), not for a lot longer. I'll probably be able to hold it until next week. But, damn, I think I'm starting to get caught deeper into his net.

At first, I thought I could think of him only as The Voice. But for the past few days, we have talked about many things. Things I never knew could interest him. So it hasn't been all about work and silly jokes, but also a wide range of topics. On one day we talked about a gadget he recently acquired for his work, same kind of designing pad. Then on another day, we talked about the increasing rate of motorbike gangster that has been a terror in town. Yesterday, we discussed about conspiration theories, ranging from man-made 'natural disasters', Freemasonry and Illuminati, to NII and Jamaah Islamiyah.

And now somehow he had changed into My Voice. It's just that he's not mine. Shit. Have I fallen for him? Everyday I have difficulties restraining my limbs not to touch him. Not to hold him. Stupid Bengal. Shouldn't let an intelligent mind screw with me.

The Voice + Intelligence = Bengal's Doomsday...

Fuck me, please. Literally, honey... :'(

New Voice In My Head

My team recruited a freelance designer for a project. He's actually one of our previous employees, but had resigned years ago. I didn't get any close to him at that time. And since working together for this project, I came to realize that he's got a killer voice.

Shit! Bengal fell hard. For his voice. Shiiiiiit...

We sat side by side for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Imagine how I have to suffer through this sensual Spanish Inquisition.

I don't know who had started this kinda flirty banter. Maybe I've been sending some sort of come hither signal or maybe he became kinda attracted to me, we've been verrry flirty for the past few weeks. A running joke is how we wished there weren't any cameras in the office.

'Pssst, Bengal!' he'd whispered in my ear.

'Huh?' I'd surprisedly looked at him and would find his lips only centimeters from mine.

'If there's no camera...' he'd left the sentence hanging, then he'd wink and grin.

I'd grin widely, 'I know. Pffft...'

We'd both stare back at our own notebook, but once or twice he'd graze my thigh oh so softly and silently laugh. That flirt! :D

And I still have to endure his deep voice every time he speaks.

Damn, flirting is fun! ;)

Bengal Stres Deadline

Mendadak serangan mendadak dari kerjaan selama 1-2 minggu terakhir. Stres deadline yang sampe kebawa mimpi, sampe males makan. Aneh memang. Ini dilema buat gue. Di 1 sisi, berat gue turun dikit, di sisi yang lain gue beberapa kali melewatkan makanan enak tanpa ada penyesalan. Bener-bener bukan gue.

Help me. I just want to have my free time back. Sheeesh...

Gila aja, dari yang biasanya gue santai dan main terus, tau2 musti pegang 5 proyek sekaligus. Semuanya deadline, dan biarpun dikerjain satu per satu, bukannya load berkurang, malah nambah terus. Mamiiiii...

I miss Agy. I met him last Sunday by accident. I want him, now. Release me from this stress, pleeeease... T.T

Bengal's 1st 2012 Post

So, I'm about two weeks late, but anyway, I want to say Happy New Year 2012 to you all. May this year be a satisfying one in all your aspects of life.

So far, my first two weeks has been deemed flat and boring. I've done nothing but sleep, work, and eat.

Even this post is so boring. Pfffft...

Well, Kinda...

Isn't it kinda weird to stare at someone's BlackBerry Messenger profile picture or Facebook account or Twitter avatars and be able to say something like, 'Hmm, he kissed divinely,' or 'Eh, I've fucked him once,' or 'I know he wants me, I want him, should get this over with and meet up with him...'?

If so, well then, I AM weird. Well, kinda... *sigh*

Okay, not weird. Slutty, maybe. :((

Once Upon A Conversation

At Agy's house. I was drinking coffee. He was working with his laptop.

Agy: 'I wanna get you pregnant...'
Bengal: 'Uh...'

How do you respond to that kind of statement?

Bengal Pengen Ganti Haluan

Mulai resah lagi. Rasanya pengen cabut aja dari kerjaan terus jalan2 suka2 gue. Ngegembel, ngegembel deh. Kayak yang gue pernah tulis sebelumnya di blog ini. Tapi yaa, lagi2 ini masih masih mimpi.

Tapi gue udah mulai usaha lebih untuk mencapai mimpi gue itu. Insignificant efforts, but still better than nothing. The bro fully supports me, to the extent he even paid for this special crash course. I won't tell you what it is. :D

Preparing myself for living on much less than I do now. Thinking of quitting my day job. Trying to write more, which fails. :p Trying to broaden my local travel experience.

All of those things detracked me from my work. Now, I can't concentrate at office. More absence than presence. Naughty Bengal. Hope this works for me. Wish me luck... :)