30-day anniversary...

Prince G and I managed to survive our 30-day committed relationship together in one whole piece. There were many ups & downs, tiffs & arguments, disagreements & agreements - there are many more expressions that I can describe. But of course, I won't bore my readers or rather, keep my readers glued to every word or step that I say or take.

Well, Prince G and I celebrated our 1st month anniversary dinner at a cosy and quiet restaurant in Middle Road - My Secret Garden. Yes, I'm absolutely sure that some of you out there would have dined at the very same place before - perhaps together with my Prince G.

We were tucked in a little old corner for less than 10 seconds when the manager (or so I think he should be) came out, greeted Prince G and me and asked if we would like to be seated under the trees, watch the skies and stars (if there were any). Okay, we didn't see the skies nor the stars for there was a tentage blocking our view of the beautiful night. But well, it doesn't matter for we were entertained by some loud music blasting from dunno which place nearby. I was "swaying" my head, shoulders, fingers and hands from side to side to the songs played in AB (nope, I've not gone bonkers, yet.)

Our dinner comprised of soup, salad, starters, main course, desert and of course a glass of house pour each. It was a romantic evening - that I must say. Prince G was ever the entertainer. She evesdropped on others conversations (whereby she could even tell me for sure, who is who's sister; which sister is the older one; who is the birthday boy; which sister is seeing the birthday boy; are they all a family or just friends), whom she brought to eat at My Secret Garden, that of all the times she's been to My Secret Garden, she's never once visited the lavatory. Hahha... Yeah.. That's right.. Not once... ;)

I knew Prince G would be disappointed when she heard my reply. But I didn't want to lie to her. So, when she asked me how I accessed our 1st month of being together, I told her that it could have been better. She looked down at her plate and just continued eating. I saw the hurt in her eyes. I was hurt too. I wanted to cry. But I fought hard at keeping them at bay. (it still hurts me alot, even now, when I typing this. and yes, i'm crying. but she can't see me crying now for she's asleep... Shhhhh...)

There's more for me to say here, but, I'll just keep the rest to myself and to ourselves. I can't have this turned into a soap opera and have my readers cry along with me......

Happy 1st month anniversay, Prince G....

I love you...

Princess Priscus

Holiday for Two...

A 9-day escapade with my Prince G.

Venue: Jelapang Road, Singapore

Yeah Yeah. Mummy’s out of town. Holidaying herself somewhere in China. Prince G went on a holiday too. To Jelapang Road. To spend 9 lovely days with me. Kekek

We had home-cooked dinners during weeknights and I had the privilege of having 爱心面包早餐, all of which were prepared with heart-felt love from Prince G. And yes, we both have put on some weight. Too much yummy food.

We did the laundry together; she helped me to feed by beloved pooch – Baby; I ironed the clothes; she folded the others; I vacuumed and mopped the floor; we watched television programmes together; we left home for work together; we came home from work together. Ahhh.. It’s not a bad idea to do this. It kinda gives us both a feel of how it’s gonna be like staying together – will it work / not, can we tolerate each other’s bad / weird habits, etc….

I’m glad to say that though we had our little tiffs here and there during these 9 days, we gave each other space. I was grouchy grumpy, jumpy snappy while she was impatient firey, quick uncalm.

I appreciate Prince G for not sticking to her dinner before 8:00pm timing and waited for me to come home either from work or from a coffee session, to have dinner together with me. And of course, giving the space that I need.

Another 2 weeks - huh, Prince G??

One of my worst Nightmares, yet??

Worm. Worms. Wormie. Wormer. Whatever you call them, they are all pests to me. They make me squirm and they make me scream. They make the tiny short almost invinsible hair on my body stand upright with fear.

Worms aren't actually the worst pests that I fear. Cockroaches!! They are the ones whom I fear. They are, afterall PESTS!!!

But yah, today's topic is not about the roaches, but about the WORMies!!!

Remember me mentioning in my earlier post dated 18 May 2006 about the wormie I found wriggling on the flower tray?? Well, I had a nightmare a day or two thereafter. Here's how my dream went:-

I was looking at my right wrist. And for no apparent reason, there was a tiny hole, as big as a small pimple. (well, it also looked like a pimple to me.) I, being the itchy butt-er that I am, I went on to squeeze the supposedly pus out of the pimple. Oh yeah, the pus did come squirting out.... followed by a WORMie!!!!!!!!! It was slowly making its way up the little hole and saying, "Good morning, Earthling. How do you do??"

For the next 2 days or so, I kept having this scene replaying in my mind. Then comes the ultimate nightmare. There were altogether 3 holes on my right wrist. The 1st one has already crawled its way out safely into POOF it's soil.... The squeezing procedure was the same as the 1st. Out came the pus, then comes the wriggling motion of the WORMie's one by one.. Oh God!!! HELP MEeeeeeee

This morning, I saw yet another pest. Yes, I over-fed the plants with water, yet again. (i hope mommy won't be running after me with her cleaver.) This time, it was a millipedeee. I saw it crawling very quickly from the soil of my mommy's other plant and onto the bark. I was calm this time round for I saw it way before I decided to touch the pot. After a couple of silent moments and scanning my infra-red eyes into the soil and bark, I carried the damned pot out to the window and watched in amazement as I emptied the access water.

There's gonna be more of these pesty little pests real-life stories coming if mummy's not in town. Watch out and stay tuned!!

Got " 墨水 " can talk??

Grouchy Grumpy. Jumpy Snappy. Impatient Firey. Quick Uncalm. These are the words I’m using to describe the last 2 weeks. And counting?????? (hmmm.. I hope not. It’s really tiring and mentally draining….)

There have been many brushes with the brush, ink and rice paper. They didn’t glide on the rice paper as smoothly as it ought to be. But after adding in a little more water into the ink slab, the ink blended well again in a matter of minutes. Be nice with the brush, ink and rice paper and you’ll get beautiful results. Beautiful pictures and calligraphy are painted and written – almost near perfecto. With practice and patience, near perfection will be in your hands.

Arrrggghhhhh.... I've had Enough!!

This has been a toughie week for me.

Been receiving loads of shit from The MAN every single day at work for more than a month and trying to curb (did I just say, 'trying'?? hmmm... haven't I put in enough??!!!!) my quick and snappie temper. He's ever been like this for the past year.

Gosh...!! Girlfriend is having a "swell" time trying to be patient and learning more about my moods (Sorry, girlfriend...) :P But yah, girlfriend gotta learn. (okay girls, open up your textbooks to page 128 and read chapters 35(7) - 155(6)(a)...)

If I'm not snappie snapper, I'll be sleeping then. I been sleeping quite early from Sunday - Tuesday and after 12am from Wednesday and Thursday.

A true test of my patience and adjusting my tolerance level up another notch. Will it ever end??

Had a bolt of horrific flu attack at 5.28am early this morning, which girlfriend heard me blowing my trumpet to the beautiful tunes of Vivaldi, Antonio's Spring from 'The Four Seasons', for more than an hour with an asthma attack that conveniently came by for a visit but was shooed away quickly with the inhaler.

A scream could be heard from me thereafter..........

I was busy watering my mommy's beloved indoor plants when I saw a WORMie wriggling & jumping its way on the flower tray. Girlfriend - blurry eyed and all, came out to the living room & asked me what just happened. I hugged her tight & started to tear. Related the horrific WORMie experience I just had while she comforted me by patting my back. The terrifying scene is still lingering in my mind till now. And girlfriend is trying to make it worse by mimicking the WORMie... (help!!!!! Someone help meeeee....)

Next up - Migraine........................... *Pound Pound Pound*

These sounds could be heard from inside my head & I'm still having it now. (Time: 1550)

To my girlfriend, Glen...

Thank you for staying over, keeping me company

Thank you for cooking weeknight dinners

Thank you for giving me the space that I need

Thank you for wanting to learn

Thank you for keeping your mouth "shut"

Thank you for feeding my Baby

Thank you for rescuing me from the WORMie

Alright, that's enough Thank You's for today..... Don't want her to fly too high up in the sky with her artificial wings - the 'NeoVarta Wings.. 2071 Series, bluetooth enabled, 80GB, 8 megapixel built-in camera, Winner Wings of Europe 2070'

The Lady in Waiting....

Well folks, the moment has finally come. The lady in waiting has arrived. Early this morning, say at around 2+am.

No wonder I was exhausted just from walking around Cold Storage with girlfriend. She spotted those reddish eyes of mine, my lack of vocal expression and/or gibberish speeches and a longish blurry face which equals to me being called, "Grumpy and Grouchy."

I hit the sheets on my king sized bed at around 11:40pm last night with girlfriend in tow. I could hardly keep my eyes opened for another minute. With eyes comfortably closed (after rubbing them till they were almost being gorged out....) and a couple of minutes of senseless pillow talk with girlfriend next lying comfortably next to me I was knocked out cold into LaLaLand in no time. Zzzzzzzzzz.........

Excuse me, Are you a Burper??

Since last week, I've been burping. I get this burping season once in a while. Being hungry or full won't make a difference to it either for I would still be burping.

I could be burping continuously for 5 mins. Different variations of sweet melodies could be heard, anytime of the day or night.

This kind of burping would give me gastric pains. And it surely hurts a whole lot. Not so much on the burping, but the gastric pains. I've been called a "frog" in the office by my receptionist for it sounds like I'm croaking. LoL...

My burping season would go away of course. But it would take some time. Hmmm... Perhaps after my mensus. I'm getting it late this month. And it would be a painful time for me as I would be having the usual cramps + the gastric pains. Ouch!! Goshhhh..... It would be so bad that I would be grimacing and frowning, tossing and turning and grumbling. Stay clear folks!!!

My burping sessions started 2 weeks ago. After a blot of sinful greedy stuffing myself silly one beautiful Sunday. Hahah.. Boy, was that a torture. Curling myself up into a ball. Paralysed. Been burping ever since. Not 24/7 la. But on and off.

Ohhhh!! My gf.....

She's into Farting

I'm into Burping

A very compatible couple, we make??

A Little About Us...

Another long weekend. Another happy time, as always. We'll be doing the usual, simple yet mundane things. Cooking, washing, reading, watching tv programmes, chatting with each other and with our friends and thereafter, heading down to AB for drinks, laughs, dancing, pool & more chatting.

There would be squabbles here and there along the way. But that's just the normal procedure of being and staying together. It builds and strengthens the bond that we have. It guides us through the way of living together. It also teaches us about harmony in the relationship.

Togetherness. That's what we are experiencing now. We talk to each other almost 24/7 everyday. Give us a computer or a notebook, a dial-up or a wireless connection, we would be there for each other all the way. Mobile phones too are not to be forgotten too. We never tire of chatting, talking and texting each other. Honeymoon period, most people say. But there are exceptions. And I can prove that. One of my best friend is married with a son. But husband and wife are still lovey dovey - exactly like they were when they just starting dating. And knowing our individual characters, the honeymoon between Prince G and me would definately last for a long long time.

Names of such...

I've been nicknamed and been called affectionately by friends and loved ones as 'Princess'. I've carried this title for the longest time. Ever since I was old enough for school. The label stuck it out with me throughout the years.

Yeah, I'm coming 32. But the Princess label was still stuck with me. Isn't it supposed to be used on a gal who is young and innocent?

One day, I've decided that I don't wanna be called Princess any longer. I've never had any trouble adapting to it at all. But all of a sudden, I noticed that it was being over used and it irritated the living shit of out me.

No calling of these names either:-

• Precious
• Lady
• Countess

Well, obviously my Prince G knows why do I not want to be called Princess anymore. (Ahhhh!!!! She knows everything.................................... I can't keep anything to myself anymore. This is exactly like reading my mind.) Yet she wants me to tell her why.

Make that 100% correct guess, my darling Prince G...

The Greens & Whites...

This is my lovely gift to my Prince G. This was the thingy that got us into a frenzy tiffy yesterday (not a fault of mine...) Yet, this would also be the thingy that would strengthen our bond together.

She had her eyes watered - Said they were lovely and that it was not the flowers that mattered but the gesture behind it. Yes, it was the gesture. The gesture and the reasons behind it were what mattered.

The green apple is real. Could be eaten on its own or squeezed into liquid form. Wonder what's Prince G gonna do with it. Devouring it with lust? Or sipping it like she does a lychee martini?

She'll be bringing the floweries home this evening and I'll get to speak to them tomorrow.

Hmmm.... What should my pick-up line be?

• "Hello! Good day to ya lovely pretties. Is the room temperature comfortable enough for your lovely skin?"
• "Good day, my ladies. Is Prince G treating you right?"
• "Greetings, my lovelies. We finally meet. How was your ride up and down? Did you get a scare yesterday?"
• "Hello pretties. I'm glad to have met you. You'll be adored by us both - Prince G and Dutchess P, for you would be the ones who would strengthen us."

Okay.... They may be crap to you. But it is fun giving it a little thought - takes your mind away from stress and relaxes you at the same time.

Till tomorrow guys...

Communication...

Meeting up for dinner. That was the plan last evening. I went ahead with it even though I was upset over the days' happenings. And just for this simple reason, I miss her.

I missed her so much yesterday. Yes, I was upset - very upset. I wanted to hug her. To give her a big, tight hug. But I knew. She knew. We both knew that it was not to be. My face - it spoke of a thousand words. I smiled. But the words were still there. I spoke. But I sounded sad.

I was quiet for a good half during our date. I didn't want to think of anything. I was tired. Tired of thinking. She knew everything. From how I felt, right to what I had to say. She was anxious. I was zonked. It was like my mind was floating. Everytime I assured her that I'll be fine, she would just give me a, "Yeah, right" kind of look. Till she finally said, "You'll be fine. You'll be fine, means - you are not fine now but will be fine later. You'll be fine, means - you are not fine but perhaps you'll be fine later." Hmmm... She read alot into my sentence. Hahaa....

She chain-smoked while I gave darted looks. After what seemed like an eternity to her, I finally opened my round brillant diamond mouth.

My Thoughts...

She came along...

I was supposed to be the one doing or assisting in the healing of hearts, or so I think I was doing. Somehow, she healed me as well. She healed me of my soul, my hope and brought me back to reality.Some weeks back, I was forced by my own sensiblity to throw away a love I thought it was meant to be. It was not. Some weeks later, I found a lovely gal by accident..almost literally speaking. The former was one I could no longer communicate while the latter I could fart all day in front of her if I wish to. These days she happily jumbles up my personality between the cool Prince G and Jenny Shimizu (w/o my glasses)...I so beg to differ any resemblance of style with the model. Some friends are already giggling their teeth off. Yes, I am happy and I am happy she came along...

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Prince G wrote the above entry. Her transition from the last relationship to the present. Tears. They unabashedly covered my eyes and blurred by vision. I fought on to read, think, hold back my tears and typing out my various replies in msn. I could only manage at best, curt ones.

We had a talk. A talk on the above. A talk towards an understanding. A talk with a clearer picture. Apologies came spitting out. Both of us know a fair bit on what the other is thinking about. No need for words to be said. Our bond. Communication. That’s what was promised to each other.

Prince G’s Quote: “To speak up if you are unhappy about something because, your Prince is usually an idiot...”

There are still obstacles to face and hurdles to cross. Well, what I can say is this:- ‘Time and Patience’. They are what I have now. So, yeah. Till she’s healed. Even if by the end of this century, she’s not completely mine, I’ll already be contented to have spent the next couple of years with her.

I had pretty much made a decision to take some steps back. But Prince G has now requested to be included exclusively as one of the main characters in my fairytale.

Stopping at my tracks and gathering my thoughts, my reply to her conveniently was delayed. This is not only a big step for her, but for me as well.

Will my fairytale come true?? If you’ve not grown too old and your eyesight hasn’t failed you, you’ll be updated from time to time. So, stay tuned!!

Prince G vs Jenny Shimizu

My Prince G…. She’s likened to a famous lesbian supermodel - Jenny Shimizu. I’m the 1st and the only one who could see this and I saw this through Prince G, in a different light.

Prince G’s eyes are bigger and she’s got a pair of lovely double-eyelids. Both of which Jenny doesn’t have. But nevertheless, the resemblance is uncanny. The way Prince G looks at me, the way she smiles, her body, the way she dresses (at times), the way she poses (Oooo… on bed as well as when she’s doing mundane things like washing the dishes or folding the clothes).

Hmmm.. Okay……. Enough about Prince G and Jenny Shimizu. Even if Prince G turns out to be Lydia Sum, I’ll still love her. For it’s the inner beauty, character and personality that I’m head over heels with.

Macoroni Softee

Dinner was prepared with much anticipated TLC. And having non-stop mouth-watering meals throughout the whole day just made certain things worse. Hmmm… Greedy? Cravings? Whatever….

TLC macaroni chicken soup was on the menu. Come 7.40pm, dinner was ready. But due to my greediness, I hadn’t digested the days goodies. 30 mins later, my Prince had a-calling from the hunger department. Macaroni soup was filled up our bowls. 1st mouthful of supposedly yummy macaroni turned into nightmare on elm street. Moments of awkward silence during dinner time was experienced. Though the television was turned on the silence was a killer.

Softee TLC macaroni chicken soup was still yummy. It’s softness brought about a different kind of goodness and tastiness. But it didn't sink in too well with my Prince.

I got my punishment after finishing dinner. I was in agony. I felt that I was about to give birth. I had to lie down right after a puffy. My Prince forgave my foolishness in keeping her in wait and destroying a otherwise wonderful yet simple meal.

I’m sorry, my Prince. Smooches!!

Fiction or Non...

Fairytales. Are they meant to come true? Do they only exist in story books? Well, I have my own fairytale. My kind of love. My kind of romance. My kind of ending. Yes, some fairytales do come true. I’m still waiting for mine. I had it written out, from the day I fell in love. I may not be a hopeless romantic. But I’d love to be romanced. To be swept off my feet. To feel the excitement. To feel loved everyday and at all times of the day/ night. That’s how a lady should be treated. I don’t have to be wined and dined; attend high society parties nor be presented with expensive gifts. Just a simple yet true love.

Haha… Okay... I know I’m dreaming about my fairytale. But that’s just how I want it to be. I know I’ll be able to get my fairytale. Someday. Somehow. And I'll bet my life on it.

La La Land… Here I come!!

Slip Proof...

Happiness, laughter, fun and love
That is how we feel
Knowing right from the beginning
That we would always be

Each time we say goodbye
It gets harder than the first
Harder to let go
Harder to let your hand slip away

We look at each other
With such passion and amazement
We can't take our eyes away
Away from each other

We love each other with all our hearts
Never hurting each other
Always be there through hard times
Not letting anything slip away

We make each other happy and loved
When we are together, everything else disappears
Everything is perfect
Not letting anything slip away

A ray of light..

Recent affairs of a certain kind have taken a turn for the better. In fact, tt's been very good. Not being one who is completely confident, lots of mind bogging happenings were cramped into my puny little brain 24/7. There were of course, times whereby I just wanted to say, "Disappear!!" And I'll be transported to another place; another room; another planet or another country - anywhere. A time machine to be at my back & call. Ahhh yessss!! If only....... Dream on, Babe!!

The party in question. Prince G.
She's given me happiness. Of love. Of sincerity. Of faithfulness. Of loads of TLC. My ray of light.

When I'm in a relationship, I would have dreams. Hopes. Plans. But they'll be crushed in no time. I've told myself for the umpteenth time not to think nor entertain any of those thoughts anymore. But being the sucker that I am, somehow, those little titles would still be able to creep into my mind, rendering me speechless.

I'm in relationship right now. And yes, those creepy crawlies crept into my mind once again. I've managed to keep them at bay by using the lastest techie insecticide that's just been out in the market - "TakeAHike". I do have the fear of being rejected or having my hopes and dreams crushed. I guess I've yet to really learn from my past failed relationships. But I know, being who I am, I'll take the gamble, even if it means falling into a bottomless pit again. Maybe one day. One day I will learn. As for now, I will cherish every single moment together with Prince G and lock it in my heart and memory.

In the meantime, "TakeAHike" is in force - with regular dosage needed every other minute. [Gasp!] Did I say, minute?? Gosh... I need to shop online and stock up for more cans of "TakeAHike"...... Now..........