*manicured and pampered.. with that silver band*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*sighs*.. Finally. End of another Monday. Another week closer to meet my darling. And I finally had my manicure and pedicure... last Saturday before the Rave thingamajig. And I am finally confirmed super sick. Runny nose, sore throat, fever, cough... the works. And I finally (.. finally!) dragged my ass to the doctor to get an MC.
And now William's sick too. I am worried for him, but... being worried a gadzillion miles away from him isn't going to help fix anything. I just do hope that he would ... take care of himself. I bet he is going to look like a refugee camp survivor - with a severe case of anorexia - very soon.
Like the nails? My manicurist just loves to try her different designs on my nails. She said my nails were long, nice and they are not brittle at all - in fact, my nails don't break or chip, instead, they would come off entirely if I happen to have knocked it somewhere or got caught somewhere. And she laughed when she saw my little baby small toe - cause i had kicked a chair and the entire nail came off. And now it has no nail on it. But she painted .. the toe anyway.
I love pampering myself because.. i feel that I deserve every single ounce of pampering there is. I am worth it. Well, not that I am trying to blow my horn here, it's just that I am a good girl. Since young, I earned my pamperings and attention by being the best in my class and all that. It's like you have to acheive some sort of high-ness before you get rewarded. Well, now.... I am not young anymore, and my parents and extended family don't pamper me any more. So, it's only up to myself... .. .. and maybe up to my current boyfriend. But it's not all materialism and wealth and all that 'ah lian' shit (eg. Ohhhhh.... my boyfriend has this new car, you know.. and he's going to take me for a ride down bintang walk.. [yeah.. to show off that he has a smarter, brighter and prettier car than the looks of his girlfriend]), i guess it's the attention and fussing about.
But is that it?.. I still can't find the answer to my thoughts. I had been thinking of it since 2 hours ago when I was chatting with him over MSN. I was accusing him of being a sissy and a scaredy-cat when he said he doesn't want to tell his friends about our relationship because he is afraid of being teased - he said he can't stand their teasings. Hmm... well, I understand his reasoning but there is still this... little nagging thingy at the edge of my mind. There's one thing i know and that is i am extremely proud of our new found relationship and the first people to know it were my best friends, Jessica and Sharmila.
And they teased me, yes a little. But they were extremely supportive and they like him. And the news doesn't stop there.. practically everyone in my circle knows that I am no longer available. Well, I was in a way... happy of being teased. At least I was being teased for having someone to love and not getting teased for not having someone to love. Heck, if it were possible, i would even fax a memo to all my colleagues announcing my resignation from the single life. I would want everyone and anyone to know. .. .. But.. why oh confused mind of mine?... Why do I want everyone to know? Why did i call william a sissy (and sissy means.. a guy with no ... guts.. [let's keep it clean.. hehe.. muahs wubby]) when he hinted that he'd rather not let his best friend know about us?
Is it because to keep those nosy stalkers at bay? Is it to prove that someone actually loves me for who I am? Is it to squash all those rumours about me being a playgirl and having a go at any guy with a cute ass? (mind you, william's bum does not meet my mum's standard defination of a cute ass... she says he's 'flat' but she has seen a lot more asses than I have.. being a Singapore Airlines Crew herself for 10 years... she would have had enough asses to last her a lifetime of sweet dreams.. )... Everyone.. mind you, everyone did not expect me to get a bf that could understand my level of maturity and views. They predicted that I might just marry an ill rich old guy, give him a heart attack by doing a strip dance on the first night (make sure he signs his will to pass on all his assets to me before we actually do the naughty dancing), attend his funeral and get all his dough. Yes. I have evil friends. But they do have a point. I have not met anyone that could.. and would.. (so far... william has been.. going fine with my nonsense... i'm expecting him to blow anytime soon though.. ) put up with my demands and needs. And I guess, that makes him a winner.
It's pretty strange.. nowadays, when a might-be-suitor comes up to me.. and usually their 3rd or 4th question of introduction would be "So.. are you in a relationship.. orrr... (is there a tiny little chance that you might even look at me as an equal?)". And I would say that I am in love and planning to stay that way with William for a very long time. And I could actually feel the instant disappointment radiating from the poor guy. And it's a pity because the only guys that could actually get far enough with me to ask that relationship question thingy are the few of the many guys that I could actually have a decent and enlightening conversation with.. with a little spark of interest.
Those days, I'd say "Nope. I'm single and lovin' it. Not really looking but not really not looking either". But no. I'm glad to say that I have been promoted in life and that I am proud of that promotion. And that is why I am always happy to announce that I am with William because he is ... well.. I guess he would be near perfect because I admit I am like a princess.. wanting only the best. And it amuses me when my friends comment that William must be some super duper intellectual hunk that just stepped out from a Play Girl magazine because they are familiar with my high standards.. But.. no.. William is not that. William. .. is the one. My one. And I love him for who he is.
I guess my point.. from all this.. winded up words, messed up thoughts... and I am not even sure if I made any sense at all in this posting... I just needed to... think.. and writing clears my thoughts.
Be proud to love, and to be loved, because you are worth it.
Every kiss, every touch, every whisper, every tear... is yours.. and no one elses.
Your lover is yours, to cradle, to pamper, to cherish, to worship.
Be worthy of love and a life of pure love, is worth living.
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