So Far-t So Good-t...

This is something which made me laugh (almost aloud) during my cyber conversation with my partner this morning... Though I was alternating between laughing and having a cheery expression on my face, I told my partner that it would be good for my face. But, my Partner maintained that that if I were to do this all day long, my face would be very tired; sad expressions kills millions of cells, hence, I should exercise happy expressions instead.

Hmmm.. I guess my brain would be more tired. I could just have that long blackish and/ or expressionless face, but my brain is still active. It is more draining to have a brain that is tired and exhausted. It is sooo stressful.. I am sure you, yes you, the one reading my entry of never-ending grumbles and mummbles, is also having some stress of a certain sort too. We all have experience stress. Only difference would be the level of stress and the types of stress and the causes of these. Hence, I would not ignore the rest of the people in the world and only pity and feel sorry for myself. I am not selfish. I feel sorry for the rest of the people in the world and, of course, for my friends too.

Now... Here is an excerpt of our cyber chat:-

Me: "Called mum, told her i may sleep over your place tonight.. she said, ok.. told her be good girl.. she said i be good girl, must go to work"

Partner: "You two love each other...but in a funny way...so at times, conflicts arise...you know?
I get the feeling my appearance in your life is so timely....no?"

Me: "u mean mum & me love each other in funny way? Obvious we do.. but our tempers and patience/impatience clash. Your highness' timely arrival......................... Kekek"

Partner: "oh.....dunno....guess so. I'm mentally stronger and that God send me to you to give you the mental strength to move......first Mona...then your boss.....etc etc etc..

God said..'AYe...Goonie Glen....you very free right....nothing to do right? Since you are strong on mind...I shall send you to this lovely gal.....she is a wonderful girl but currently going thru a bad patch in life(like you did before).....go give her love and strength' "

Funny, right??

Trust my partner to have such humour in her. She usually almost always makes me smile and laugh. Yes, laughter is one of the best medicines around. It gives us a sense of peace.

I bought 3 stalks of white roses for my partner's demised sister-cat, Bubble...

I had wanted to buy Bubble flowers for a while now. But, I could not feel the right time in doing so. Well, thanks to my mood (do I have any today???) today, I took a stroll around the florists shops around Raffles Place scrutinising the roses on display. Having found a bunch of them standing prettily in their temporary plastic wares, I took a step towards them and peered at each and everyone of them, trying to sense which stalk is calling out to me. Having chosen 3 of from the bunch, I paid for them and headed back to the office to have my dry prawn noodles (over O'Briens chicken and bacon tripledecker toostie sandwich...). Had needed a break of smelling some fresh air as the boss had just stepped in.

Hmmm... Lovely roses, aren't they??

Untitled...

Allow me to apologise my dearies... I really do not intend to bring this topic up again. Especially so since I just mentioned it days ago... Yet I am doing it all over again. Skip this entry if you must. But please check back often enough to read my other entries, yah... Thank you... :)

There are no natural smiles coming out from my face in recent weeks. All of you would know what has been bothering me lately. And I absolutely these bothersome feelings. I Hate It...

It is really dreadful having to be in drag. To drag myself out of bed in the mornings and heading to the shower room, brush my teeth with my Braun electric toothbrush, going about doing my usual poohing sessions and of course, calming myself down with the warm water squirting out from all directions of the shower head, from the top of my head right down to my toes, blow-drying my hair, dolling myself up, pick out what clothes I want to wear for the day, style my hair, grab my bag, wear my socks and shoes, lock the gates behind me, head out of the house, lite a stick of my fags and walk every so reluctentlyto the LRT station, change trains, head out of Raffles Place MRT station, get my usual breakfast, walk towards the office building, press #17-01 in the lift and land myself at the office of unhappiness.

I love my job. I love what I do. Even if it means having to stay in the office to work over-time till the wee hours of the morning (or is it night??). I would even welcome last minute deadlines. I kind of do well under this kind of pressure/stress.

I am tired. So tired of the people in the office asking me, how's work / how's your boss...... Urghhhhh.. It is getting on my nerves. Everyone in my department is nosy. Can't they all just SHUT the F**K UP!!!!!!!!

Due to a certain episode that happened 30 minutes ago, I cried badly in the office twice... How Pathetic can I be???

To be continued....

A Little Wish...

I need a break. I need a change in environment. I need to make a turn. To see things in a different aspect.

I would be having a change in living quarters within the next couple of months. And that would be for good (unless I would be shifting to a cozy condominium or a zen-like penthouse...) for the next couple of years.

I would be back to where I grew up. To where my childhood and teenage years were. Though I may not remember much of them good/bad memories at this present moment, I'm sure somehow, the feeling of nostalgia would hit me, once they decide to ride with the waves and head towards me.

I wanna be tucked away. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and be kidnapped to an exotic island and breathe in some fresh air.

P & G...(Procter & Gamble...) (Priscilla & Glen...)

You came into my life so quick and spank

Which is a gorgeous pleasant surprise.

I did hope you would not give me the flick and flank

Which then, a beautiful friendship did arise.

Our bond was strong and subtle

It could not help but somehow turn into love.

We wondered if going further was wrong and flong,

But we did fit each other like a glove so warm.

It feels so right to be so near and clear

To feel like we are but one not two.

Sometimes our love is worth that precious tear,

The tears of joy, I am sure there are more.

It really is love, my darling Prince

The longing for each other.

You are my beautiful woman child
I knew it as we danced with arms around your back.

Q: Why is it so? A: I don't know..

Certain things get me down. And I would try not to show. Yet somehow it would hurt. It could be a thought. A word. A sentence. A story. An incident. My mind, it is always thinking. I can be in deep thoughts or have them in passing. Yet they may be instilled in my mind for a long long time. I worry for this. I wonder about that. I hope this would not happen. I wish that would not be the case. I think I am in the right track. I am pretty sure that it would happen. So many questions. So many answers. So many doubts. So much worries.

When... When... When would I be able to not think of all these things. When would I be able to not worry. When would I be able to just be happy. Smile and laugh. Everyday. Without having anything to get me down. No. Nothing at all. Eh, that would only be when I was a new born baby, an infant and a toddler and lastly, a young kid. As long as I do not have to take tests in school, I would be free from all worries, for I would be provided for in each and every way, and be loved by everyone.

My partner knows me quiet well, I must say. I can be read like an open book. But of course, there are certain things in which my partner would not be able to tell. It does help (in some ways) that my partner is sensitive too (her gaydar is quite the strong one, you know...). When I am happy, so is she. When I am sad, so is she. When I am angry, she would be try to make me happy. (hmmm.. seems to rhmye, huh?)

Am I thinking too much? Do I worry too much? Hmmm.. My wrinkles would be making their appearence extremely soon, if I continue to be like this. But well, this is just me, the way I am. I cannot help it.

Call me a Thinker... That... That is my underused pet name...

Lastly, thank you, my dearies.. For reading this little short and boring rummbling of mine....

A moment of anger...

The day started off fine and well.

I went to the gym this afternoon for Combat class at California Fitness, Orchard. And I only took like less than 15 mins to reach gym. How convenient it is to stay in Toa Payoh! It takes only 8 mins to reach Orchard Station and 10 mins to reach Somerset Station (minus waiting and walking time). It was a good workout. My cheeks were as red as a lobster!! (why can't we use the phrase, "as red as a crab" or "as red as a prawn" instead? hmmm.. ok ok.. whatever..)

Everything else went on fine and well too thereafter. Until I received a call at around 7+pm. Call from mummy. Blah Blah Blah.. Blah Blah Blah.. Bah Bah Bah... Bah Bah Bah.. Mummy got angry with me. I got angry with her. Blah Bah Bah Blah... It could have gotten worse if not for that little pat on my thigh from my partner. I was already controlling myself. Sigh.. And I controlled myself further. I clenched my fists, diverting my anger to them. I had sooo wanted to hang up the phone, but I held on. I could even be bothered to listen to her ramblings. Rolling my eyes around and around, fiddling with the laptop, and yet still listening to her. Sigh... And in the end, it was mummy who hung up the phone on me!! Urgghhhhhhhh

My partner came out of her room thereafter and sat next to me. She asked me not to be angry already. But I did not want to talk yet. So I told her softly, yes, very softly, "Don't talk to me now". My partner left me alone to cool off and went back to her room to pack her stuff. After a couple of minutes more, I was feeling better. But of course, I am still reeling in anger within. Sigh....

And due to my stubboness, I am not heading home tonight. Shall head home with my partner tomorrow morning, and then head off for lunch with mummy and her friends.

And thanks to this episode, I have no mood to go out. But I will be unreasonable as to not allow my partner catch her soccer match tonight. She would would be going down to MacDonald's to catch her 11:00 pm match - Germany vs Sweden. And, yes, I will be betting this match with her again. I am taking Germany. Wish me luck, guys!!

I love you, darling.. Thank you for giving me that little pat on my thigh.

My Girlfriend is called Glassieŕ...

I have recently hooked up a new gal. And her name is Glassieŕ. I tell you, she is a just so so so cool. Everything about her screams, "CHIC".

She is elegant, charming, slim, easily satisfied, and is very obedient. She does not argue back nor give me any stress. She satisfies my cravings, anytime I want, anytime of the day. I give her rest days too. And they fall during the weekends - Saturdays and Sundays. Her skin is soft and smooth. Sometimes she is cold to the touch. But when she is feeling warm, you will feel the warmth too.

She was presented to me by my partner, Prince Glendan. I have been caressing her and stroking her. Showering her and cleaning her. Her body gives out such a lovely aromatic frangrance. I have her at least twice a day.

She is known as a french press coffee maker (Chambord) from Bodum. Glassieŕ is made up of stainless steel, plastic and borosilicate glass. My Prince got it for me from Mustafa Centre last weekend. It comes with it own set of espresso cups, saucers, spoons, and measuring spoon. These accessories are small and so cute. You should see them. Hahaa..

I have always been a coffee drinker. And ever since Prince G gave me this, I have become more addicted to caffeine more than ever.

Glassieŕ is my 1st to have and to own. And I am now wondering if I will have more Glassieŕ's to be added into the family......

I doubt.. I doubt.. I think and thought and I still doubt...

I do not think you will
ever fully understand.
How you have touched my heart
and guided me for the past month.

I do not think you could ever know
just how truly special you are.
That even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I do not think you will ever fully comprehend
how you have made some dreams come true.
Or how you have opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

I do not think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give.
And I am sure you will never realise
you have been my will to breathe.

You are an amazing person
And without you, I do not know where I would be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.

I love you!

The Truth is Out There... Beware...

I know the reason/s for my partner’s lack of mood yesterday. I just wanted her to tell me so. Anyways, she finally told me the reasons. Thank you.

Whatever it was, I sounded like a menace. Here she was, being nice to me, trying her best to contain, etc etc etc. But all I did was to give her ice-stoned stares. I guess I am not “the one who could contain her outbursts and anger well” I made or believed myself to be, afterall. She gives in to me, in the end, because she does not want me nor us to have a “as black as a unburnt charcoal face” for hours on end.

It was sour having to read what my partner wrote while we were up there in cyber-land.

I have decided to stand 2 steps back.

You do have credits in your favour. They are being deposited in a bank, in planet Zosterr. They are for safe-keeping. Don’t want you to be robbed of them. Or else, you would be left with nothing. Let me know, though, if you need to use them for emergency cases. I will have a minimal sum withdrawn.

Your Say... My Say... Our United Stand...

This is a re-post, a child's artwork of copying and pasting... Taken from Prince G's diary entry in Fridae.com

(heeheehee.. yes, i know that i am being mean... but, i'm Priscus.. and Priscus has the right, right?!)

Dumb Acts...for Dummies

Hmm...I thought I mentioned somewhere...sometime days before the World Cup that I am going to go into a hiatus for the sake of faithfully following my games?

Why am I penning another one of my ridiculous notions? Someone please shoot me....

Ahh..yeah, talking about soccer (no...I am not going into lengthy talks). My partner who is so NOT a soccer fan has decided to ...not watch the game but place wagers on the selective matches I am watching while she sleeps. More interestingly....she's been making notes of her bets with me on the match schedules that I have printed for her reference only. Days ago...she volunteered to tabulate the scores of each match. But I think her enthusiasm has died down....within two days.

Last night...I forgone the first match of the night to dine with her. I made her half mad earlier in the day. Expensive dinner, it was. We realised, each other I pissed her off with some idiotic acts...I ended up dining with her expensively. Well, think we are not meant to dine luxuriously. It means only that I'd brewed trouble prior to the dinner....sigh sigh.

My heart sank further when she handed over a gift after we set down shortly. It was not an expensive gift but I was silenced by the gesture. Has anyone ever get a present from your partner after you'd pissed her off big time?

She claimed it was my temper......Again, my temper. I didn't even loose my temper her. It was just the tone of my thoughts and conversations that irked her to the core.

How to end up buying expensive dinner for your partners....for DUMMIES

1) Start the day being sweet.

2) Talk all the talks and walk all the walks

3) When asked, tell her your sweetness was the result of swallowing a whole bottle of 'the vitamins of love'

4) Soon, start suggesting something innocent and make her think you are going to abandon her for the day

5) When she gets ridiculous, tell her off

6) Apologise and wait impatiently for response

7) Subsequently, say more stupids things and wait for her to slam down the phone

8) Head for the toilet and bang your head against the wall for your stupidity

9) Clear your mind and send her a sms to tell her you are sorry

10) Ask her if dinner date is still on.

11) During dinner, give her the 'pathetic puppy' look

12) Smile silly when she tries to further pick on you. Do not retaliate...I repeat, DO NOT RETALIATE!

13) Lastly, say 'yes' to anything she suggestsWell, do all the above and you will survive another day and still be in love

Now, here is my say on the above....

Para 3 of Prince G's diary:-

I am still very much looking forward to place wagers and tabulating my score table. It is just that I have not been any mood to do much betting with partner these couple of days. (it is PMS induced...)

And my partner is right in saying that I am SO NOT a soccer fan at all. I have an interest in this betting thingy so that I would still be a part and be able to comment something about it with her. (i'm so thoughtful, right??)

Para 4 of Prince G's diary:-

I made the comment that this is the 2nd expensive dinner that we have had and prior to that, she would carry out her idiotic acts and make me mad at her. I sure do hope that there won't be a 3rd time.

Para 5 of Prince G's diary:-

Apart from being angry with her, I got her a gift. An inexpensive one. I could do this buying gift thingy for her cos I cast the anger aside and concentrated on the lovely side of her.

The look of surprise, amazment and utter disbelieve when I presented her the little package after we placed our orders. She even hid the package benethe the table and tried to unwrap the gift in secrecy. She was delighted to see what I got for her.

Para 6 of Prince G's diary:-

Temper. Tone in thoughts. Tone in conversations. They all fall under the same category. I could literally hear her voice. I am sure she is containing and trying her best not to repeat them. Yes, it takes time. And I hope time would change her. I would want her to change for the better on her own and not for me. For in the long run, it would only serve to be her strength and not her weakness.

I have my temper. I have my kind of tone of thoughts. I have my kind of tone in conversations. And I could contain them well. That is my strength.

A rooster and A tiger.

The rooster's temper is worse than a tiger's. Hmmm.. Not balanced, leh..

I hope my partner and I would be able to grow and learn from the mistakes that we both make and grow out of it, in time..........

Left, Right, Centre, Over and Under...

It has been a tough week. At work, with boss, no less. I have not been able to write and pen my thoughts freely at the moment. Everytime I think of a topic that I want to write about, something would come up and trigger those thoughts. Besides, I have too much stuff flowing in my brain cells that I cannot put 1 to 1 nor 6 to 6.

Sometimes, I am really amazed at my level of tolerance for anything and everything (and perhaps, nothing, too?? lol...) Whenever I feel that it is enough, it just amazes me that I would not say, "STOP! I HAVE ENOUGH!" and really meant it. Yes, my patience and such is THAT high.

On a separate note, this text message from my Prince this morning made me smile, yet made me brain juices start its work earlier than usual:-

Prince Glendan: "Darling Princess Priscus.. Will the day comes when we can't live another day without each other? What if you stop missing me? I love you missing me. Hee"

Princess Priscus: "Lovely Prince Glendan.. I suppose the day would come, sometime. When we are old and bo gay and knowing tht our days would be up soon. To leave the earth that our feet stands upon, together. You feel some kind of happiness when I miss you? Feels like I want you? That you want to be by my side all the time? Makes you feel very much loved?"

Prince Glendan: "Stand Up for Singapore ***singing***"

etc etc etc.....

Sweet huh??!!

Then, after a particular conversation over a particular topic we both had in msn, my Prince wrote this:-

" Love was not found at first sight ..it was merely a kiss one late night ..our hearts might have been throbbing hard ..but I know that seal of affection was gracefully done. Since then, we open our hearts at each other's bay. "

Poetic Prince Glendan.... (impressed???)

I will soon be back to my usual self. Be patient my lovely friends, for Patience is a virtue.

Hugs.......... Love............. and many Kisses............

The Love for the World Cup vs The Love for Shopping Malls / Killing Time

World Cup is finally here. I accompanied girlfriend to our usual hangout at AB as we do not have cable at home. Music was turned off during the match. Girlfriend made a last minute reservation via sms to the boss. So that she would be able to get a good seat, amongst the other crazed fans.

I was dressed up to the 9th's (by my own accord.. haha..). It was the right decision to wear the demin jacket for we were directly where the air-con ducts were stationed to face.

Well, it was of course boring for me as I am not a soccer fan at all. Sitting through a 180 minute match excluding extra time is no joke.

And yes, as what my partner has described, I am more of the shopping mall kinda gal. I am not a compulsive shopper, as agreed by my Prince (and thank god for that..). But seriously, if the music was turned ON at AB, I would not have been bored. But of course, to pull in the crowds for the benefits of the business, I understand that the music has to go for this.

But if the music was turned ON, I would have amused myself by listening and shaking my butt, waving my arms and pointing my fingers in different directions in tune to the music. But as everyone there had their eyes glued to the screen and ears cleaned and peeled wide opened to the commentator and the crowds shouting at the stadium when a ball was scored / missed/ a player fouled, etc etc etc. I had no one to observe. Nothing to keep myself occupied. All eyes, ears and heads were only at 1 direction - towards the TV screen.

Prince Glendan of course noticed my bored look and kept little conversations with me during the match. I knew she would do this for she is not the kind to totally ignore me and leave me alone during those 90 minutes and I appreciate that. That is why I would not mind sitting next to her and keeping her company (with music turned ON, of course.. hahha..) I did not want to keep talking to her for I know she would want to concentrate on the watching the match. So I tried my best to keep myself occupied, by sipping on my vodka and whisky, turning my attention to the pool table, smoking and sending text messages to my other non-soccer crazy friends.

I am glad that I could be frank enough to tell Prince Glendan that I was bored. The massive glare from the TV screen was killing me. I had a pain on my forehead and I was frowning - not because I was bored. But because my eyes were painful - its the kind of pain where one would have when they stare at the monitor for too long a time. I would sometimes get this even when I am catching a movie. I guess its the glare. I often get this and even dizzy spells from staring at the monitor in the office.

I told Prince Glendan I would not be at AB tonight to catch the match with her. She said that it is alright. I can do whatever I wanted. I could stay at home - watch vcd's or go out with my friends. I did not want her to see my bored look and have her feel guilty at the same time - for when I am bored, there would be an instant glow to it (haha...).

Girlfriend has just updated me to dump the 1st batch of printed match schedules on the bed. She has printed another set and revised her strategy. She is one busy gal, huh?

As for now, the update is: 30 matches

Therefore, 30 matches x 90 minutes = 2,700 minutes (excluding extra time and penalty kicks and whatever else there is..)

How to amuse yourself if your partner is busy watching the soccer match for Dummies:-

1. Bring your PSP along with you to play games when your partner is watching the match;
2. Bring your MP3 along with you, so if the bar's music is turned off, you would be able to pluck those ear-phones into your ears and enjoy the match together with your partner;
3. Bring a book along with you to read when your partner is shouting her head off;
4. Bring your laptop / notebook along with you so that you would be able to go online (wireless connection / hotspots are required..) to chat with your non-soccer friends / surf the net (no lending your little precious to the over-zealous fans to place their bets online, unless they are willing to give you coffee money of $5.00 per minute);
5. Bring along a extra mobile phone and Get a M1 SMS Top Up Card to send 300 sms-es to your non-soccer friends (and pretend that you are a bookie..);
6. Bring along your portable DVD player set to watch season 3 of the L Word, while your partner is concentrating on the other TV screen.

Going Berserk??

It is almost 4 months since he treated me differently. He used to be nice and sweet though he has a very quick temper. But the second after blasting out whatever he wants to say, everything else goes back to normal. He is alike Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Indeed, I do have a high level of tolerance. But it does run out too. There have been times whereby I just wanna drop everything and leave at that instant. But I know I cannot do so, for I have my financial commitments (or is it called, "burden") to consider. I would need to secure a new one before I am able to leave him.

Each day when I wake, I would literally drag myself out of bed. The feeling of hate is there. To have to go in and face him every day. And everyone (almost everyone) knows that when this happens, it is time for you to leave your current and look for a new one. I cannot wait till the weekends come by. That would be where I am able to relax and enjoy the time spent with my beloved, Prince Glendan.

I do not hate him. But I do hate the way he is treating me - the way he speaks to me. Every single word / sentence is sacastic, even deadly. Whatever I do is wrong, even though there is not wrong in it at all.

I do not know the reason for his 360 degree change in attitude towards me. We always had a good rapport. But these recent months, things have started to change. I no longer know what is he thinking nor wants to do. He, in turn, does not want to tell me what is bogging him down.

I have been asking myself this question, "What is it that I have done to make him change his heart towards me? Is it because of this ______________? Or, is it because of that ______________?" Other questions flood my mind but I have no answers for them. Unless of course, as suggested by my Prince, ask him directly. Ask him what is it that is causing such distress in the relationship. It sounds easy, but it is not. If I do ask, I would have to be ulta careful with my tone of voice, the way I phrase my sentences, the way I smile, the way I answer. What if I am able to do them, but, he takes it as a challenge of some sort? After last evenings encounter, I have decided that enough is enough. We both have enough of each other. It's not working out. No point in arguing over the issues. Admitting one's fault is also a fault in itself.

I have my Princes' support in leaving him - "Ok.. Start doing so.. As long as you're ready.." she said. I am fanning out my resources and looking into it. Hopefully lady luck would shine on me.

Who is he??

He.....

He is, my boss.....!!! What were you thinking??

Back to Nursery...

It was like we were back to nursery school. But I cannot remember if I ever went to nursery. But I do remember me in kindergarten school. I remember my hair being tied into 2 pony-tails. Mommy would walk me to school a couple of blocks away, crossing a road and a car-park. I remember mommy holding my little hand with me swaying it to and fro and skipping my way to school while mommy was trying to keep up with my pace and calling out to me to, "Walk slowly, girl. What if you fall and hurt yourself? There will be scars on your knees and legs. Then you will not be pretty anymore" .

Anyways, last night's dinner was something different. Prince G and I had home-cooked alphabetical macaroni and soya noodles.

The alpabetical and numerical macaroni were meant for kids but I obviously made a mistake when I scouped the packet excitedly off its shelves when I was in Mustafa Centre last weekend, for I have never had alphabetical nor numerical macaroni before. So, just to satisfy one of my childhood gourmet fantasies, I absolutely forgot about the size of them and paid for it at the cashiers.

Since the alphabets and numerals are the tiny ones, I decided on adding in the soya noodles to go along with our dish as Prince G was against the idea of me pouring in the whole packet of alphabets and numerals into the cooking pot.

While we were almost finishing our dinner, guess what?? Prince G started to play, back to nursery school. She painstakingly went through her bowl of alphabets, casting away the numerals into her mouth, to form 3 words in her silver spoon. "I LOVE YOU" She fed me with those 3 words and I smiled shyly to myself. *blush* *blush*

Prince G spelt my name next. "PRISCILLA" She could not find the letter "I" in her bowl. So she decided to make one out of another. She presented me with it and again stretched out her hand to fed me.

We laughed and agreed that it was like we were back in nursery school learning our alphabets and numerals, and trying to form sentences. She smiled shyly and looked down at her bowl when I commented that she was sooo Cute... That is her romantic side. A simple gesture to bring and show her love and affection towards me, Princess Priscus....

Romantic, huh.... Kekek..

Not wanting to be outdone, I created her name too. "GLENDA" Placing the letters onto my porcelain soup spoon, I stetched out my arm and fed it to her too. She stared at it for a couple of seconds, opened her mouth wide and in the letters went.

Okay, girls and boys. It is now time for you to re-learn your A, B, C's and 1, 2 3's...

Homely Weekend...

It was a so-called homely Saturday. I got up at 2.40 pm. I was dead beat after cathing a mid-night movie with my gal friends on Friday cum Saturday morning. Prince G went to work on Saturday. And I, was busy "talking" to my sleep queen in lalaland... Prince G called to wake me up and she would be back to my place to fetch me out of the house. Heee... I was so tired. Had late lunch at a friends place. Thereafter, we headed for dinner at Grapevine. Played pool thereafter. Hmmm.. I was in form last night - won a couple of games, till I lost to a bloody guy who was armed with his personal cue! Urghhh.. You see, I panic when there are more strangers around. The pool area was stuffy and I felt faint. I could not breathe properly and no matter how I tried to breathe in air-con blasting at the nearby tables, I still felt faint. Hmmm.. No wonder I lost to that bloody guy. Count his blessings then. Well, well, well, I must admit that I played well - much better than the previous times. Prince G agreed with me on this too..... Cool, heh??

It is Sunday again. Stayed home to do the usual household chores. And of course, not forgetting cooking! Prince G got up at, hmmm... 10+ in the morning and went to the nearby supermarket to get some stuff for lunch and dinner. A 4-course lunch and dinner meal no less. Prince G prepared lunch + watercress soup, while I prepared dinner. Lunch was everything fried while dinner was everything stir-fried. Not bad a combination huh?

Hmm.. let me change the subject for a while now to my mommy's plants. Yeah yeah.. I know.. You all must be so bored with me and my mommy's plants topic. But, who cares, right? I'm gonna have it down no matter what. So, skip this paragraph if you must..

There are 3 pots of indoor plants left now. I brought 2 of them out to the window for some sun-bathing. I saw white little ants crawling in soil in one of them and some sand and reddish brown ants on the leaves in the other. I poured water into the soil and sprayed some water onto the leaves. I was in those wide-eyed shut moments. Figuring out what should I do with them plants now. Would those ants-y thingys be gone after the sun goes down? Prince G came back just in time. I called out loud to her and told her my new-found insects. She did not see those white and reddish brown ants. She suggested that I leave them outside for the sun to kill them and bring them inside again later.

We caught a movie on VCD - Caligula, loaned to us by a friend yesterday. Part I was caught by us last night, while we finished Part II this late afternoon. Reason being: Prince G can never ever be able to stay awake for half an hour watching TV or anything else. She'll have her eyes shut in no time.

Set in Rome. Caser ruled. Sex was there and everywhere.

A uncut and uncensored version. The characters in the movie didn't have much to wear. They were either in see-through satin or silk clothes, or, they were stark naked. They could be having their meals or hard at labour. But, they are still naked. Soon after, they would be having sex. Yes, S E X or ORAL S E X and nothing more but S E X and ORAL S E X.. That is all that they do. Eat, drink, sleep, dance, fight, kill and have nothing but SEX and ORAL SEX and more SEX. They can do it all day and all though the night in a huge room - Orgies... Oh my gosh! (everybody, come join in the fun now..) Men F*@king Women. Women F*@king Men. Men F*@king Men. Women Sucking Men. Men Sucking Men. Men F*@king Men. Their sex toys back then looked incredible. (nope, i'm not going into depth on this one... I do not wanna be aroused now.. Haha..!!)

Lucky though, they did not have SEX with children. At least they were moral enough not to do that back in the old days.

Oh Boy! You guys should get your hands on it if you guys can put with the filth and the word Treason. Whatever and whoever the king does and pleases himself with, it is SEX and Treason for him. He became mad, just like his father. It is an eye-opener. To know and to see what it was back in Rome in those old days.

I think I have blabbered enough for today. Thank you folks for reading this Sunday's episode.

Over the Rainbow...

There's something different. Different about Prince G yesterday. She picked me up from Choa Chu Kang in the morning. Needed to pass me her LG mobile travel charger because my bro's gf needs to borrow my Sony Ericsson. Ok, this part isn't important. The important thing that I wanna bring up is that Prince G was calm in the cab after she kidnapped me from the roadside somewhere along the roadside near Choa Chu Kang Mrt Station.

Well, there was a terrible jam at BKE hence she didn't want to take that route. She told the cab driver to take another route. Here comes the important part - Prince G kept her cool and didn't blow her fuse - at the cab driver. Hahha..

There's basically a jam almost everywhere during weekdays mornings. No matter what route you wanna take, there would somehow be a jam. Cars cutting across from lane to lane, forming a zig zag from all angles of the road. There was a little exchange of words with the cab driver, but, still Prince G held her cool. I helped by patting her shoulder and giving her the 'keep your calm, let it pass' look.

The jam was a killer. Prince G jokingly said that her cab fare for this morning would have easily be $S50/-. Haha.. I wouldn't be surprised. She called and made a booking for a cab to pick her up from Toa Payoh, then to kidnap me from Choa Chu Kang, then off to Raffles Place. LoL..

I was supposed to be early the office but in the end, I reached at 9.30 am. I couldn't even afford another 10 mins to walk over to The Arcade to get my daily breakfast consisting of chee cheong fun and coffee. In the end, I had to ask Prince G to get me a breakfast meal from MacDonalds. Heehee.. A good way to have that huh. It starts your day just right. Kekek..

Anyways, we later found out that there was a major accident somewhere along the PIE (Changi). No wonder the massive jam everywhere else. (hmmm.. if only the cars could fly. or better yet - if only we had a beautiful pair of wings aka Angel.)

Things in the office was probably crazy again for Prince G. She kept her cool and was bascially nicer and sweeter to everyone. That's good and that is, Good.. I am glad that she's keeping her temper in check (errr, but for how long, Prince G?? Ok Ok, I won't be a wet blanket, for now.) ;P

Keep it up, darling.. You have so far done well.

Now, everybody, Stand Up and Shout.....

HIP HIP HOORAY!! Way to go, girl!!

Prince G...

Teochew porridge dinner last evening at the good ol' after Zouk nights. Chased all the unhappiness away in order to have a nice dinner with my Prince. I bought Prince G pralines & truffles chocolates just after I left office (of course, those are to be shared equally together with me... heehee...)

Songs on the player whilst preparing and during dinner: Voices

Dinner tonight was home-cooked. Prince G's busy in the kitchen again. Whipping up a heart-warming simple 2 dish meal :)

Dark sauced Chicken & Vegetables with button mushrooms & prawns..... Tastes good..................

After dinner, we sat at the dining table, chatted with each other, laughed and listened to jazz vocals from JAZZ In The City 2

(oh, i just bought these 2 cd's from Gramaphone during lunch-time today..)

I received an sms from my Prince G this morning at around 10am. She vowed to be together with me honeymoon style. Hee.... (okay, darling Prince. Here goes..... Hear ye! Hear ye! I am "announcing" to the world right before your very eyes. Readers of the close, take note of the vow that Prince G has made to her Princess P. If, and may I say it again, If, If Prince G were to default on her vow, please do not hesitate to spank her, thrice, no less - with a Pillow!! Yah?? Hahaha...)

Well, actually my immediate reaction after reading her message was that she has already read what I wrote in my blog. But, nooo, she hasn't even reached the office. How could she possibly know what I wrote? Hmmm.. Acute 6th sense, perhaps?? My heart ached after I read her message. I am touched.

This is for you, my Prince G...

It wasn't easy, I must confess

But I think of you and remember your best

Moments turned into memories

Memories kept close and safe

loved and treasured

Ignored are the hurt and disappointments

Thinking of you

Remembering your best

Thank you, darling.

For standing up and admitting to your emotional defect

Thank you, darling.

For recognising my amazing tolerance

Errmm, darling Prince, the pralines and truffles are still nicely wrapped up in the fridge...