A silver Perlini's band with 4 crystals set into it , a symbol of our new found love, its matching pair a gadzillion miles away (yarr... Anywhere further than the door to my room is a gadzillion miles away.), on the finger of my beloved, William (who is now out with this buddies for lunch.. hopefully eating more, as his dearest mother had expressed her dissatisfaction about him looking like a refugee camp survivor - his quiet father had commented that he had a camel for a son.. with the ability to store food in its nifty little cute hump.. .. .. er.. thank god without the breath to match.. nor the soft padded .. longish leggy feet to sneak around to trip me up... and the long eye lashes to sweep me off my feet.. ... ...)
*blinks*. ... . . . . . . Why in the world am I thinking of a camel??? Hmm.. well, long eye lashes.. kinda.. seductive yar????
*.. .. .. lynn.*
.. .. ... .. ... .. wat wat???
Yes, now where was I. Ah. The ring. (.. and no, i am not going to let some gay hobbits throw it away into some godforsaken larva bubbling mountain... ... *shivers.. eeii*). It was only 3 weeks + into my new found love interest, and I was contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to present the idea to my other half to get 'couple' rings before he abandoned me for Australia... (didn't want to scare him about the idea of a serious commitment and there goes every*BOOM*thing).
But as I thought more about it, I seemed to like the idea of having just a little keepsake of our short yet memorable time, at the same time to remind my 'wild-clubby-social-butterfly' self that it is time to settle down and to lower down the intake of 'flirty-sessions-and-eye-games-with-cute-guys-with-cute-bums-and-baby-boy-looks-at-a-random-club-while-high-on-some-crappy-alcohol-drink'. It's also rather handy as a ward to curious 'uninteresting' fishermen (..means no cute bum laaa.. if got cute bum.. then.. um.. unless got baby boy look.. then ur.. ur.. ... introduce to Elly, or Sharm or whoever who was 'lucky to be out with me that night'...*yar..lucky enough that I am ALREADY attached so that they can get the other cute stuff!!.. * .. . ... ...then if got baby boy look & a cute bum & sexy seductive flirtatious eye lashes.. ... .. ... ... ... haih... give away also lorrrrrrr...
... *.. pssssttt....ooiii.. . get his number yarrrr!!*
... ....
... .*ahem*.. ... .... but I still have the best catch at my side... *nye nye nye nyeeee... nyeeeeee*. =P
Yes.. I do get carried away very often.. so sue me.
And the ring's sole purpose (.. yarr... thought that I would never get to the point eh???) would definitely be to represent our true, pure love that we have found and it's a symbol of hope that it would last forever and ever and ever with a wonderful future to look forward to. (..and also to remind him not to 'strayyyy' away la while being a gadzillion miles away... *nods nods*.. )
... And it is an adorable decor to match my cute manicured nails.. *wriggles her fingers*
After walking around '1 Utama' (1 Utama[place]- shopping center with gadzillion miles of walk space and a maze of carparks with equal amount of potential 'forget-where-you-park-your-car' space) on a very 'lovey dovey' weekend, (it was the day before Valentines' and there were couples strewn around the complex in every nook and cranny, all of them holding on to their partners for dear life just in case a strong wind picked them up and tossed them high into the sky.. .. .). ... .. ... ...
*... lynn.. you were holding his hand too.*
.. .. yarrr..so?... shushhh... I'm trying to write a blog here..
... Yea... after walking to several shops in record time (it's amazing how he could keep up with me, a shopaholic I am, I can travel from Esprit from the old wing end to Dorothy Perkins on the other new wing end without a hitch in breath, in high heels, in under 3 minutes and still with the perfect set curls in my hair - ur.. i don't even comb my hair in the mornings.. it's just... messied.. up curls.. Perfect la for my messy lifestyle.) ...we finally settled on our purchases before our tummies rumbled the ground beneath us.
And ... another purpose of the rings are.. I guess.. to mark a significant moment in our lives.. being it the first time of being in love... with all the confused yet wonderful emotions all mixed like the 'buah rojak' from the SS15 'pasar malam'. I knew my loverboy had no vague idea nor expectations on how to start making sweet little memories like these and I just wanted it to be special for him.... to make him fully experience the joys of being in love.. for the both of us, you know. So we could fill up another page with gold embossed cursive fonts in our Book of Life about the feat of the rings... (and maybe come up with a novel to rival the current bestseller)
(buah rojak[fooooood]- a mixture of sliced guavas, sour mangoes, cucumbers, fried bean curd, crispy fried.. bits of.. batter,... and other condiments that we Malaysians think is normal for a culinary dish, all topped up with sweet fish paste and sesame seeds. - issit fish paste ar?..hmm)
(pasar malam[place]- a night market on the streets. the mother of the night traffic congestion, great place for cheap bargains, fatty finger food, cheap undies that might only last a fortnight, watches that would tick itself to death in a span of a month... and hard core porn cds with pouty lipped slutty virgins on the photostated black and white covers... *see .. see.... that perked you up didn't it??.. PERV!*)
We were canoodled by romantic songs of the past (...'put your head on my shoulderrr... ' was playing and I was blushing like a school girl.. don't ask me why. it just felt so romantic at that time.. with him.. ahh.. ) at Dave's as we tucked into our creamy, scrumptious dinner.. Well, I poked my way into dinner.. appetite never really agreed with me - but I love the Carbonara there.. and it seemed that William.. was the only person that I wanted to share this little craving of mine with. He teasing me about my eating habits with that adorable puppy look, and I .. just loving every second of it - wishing that the night would never end.
And at some point, maybe driven bold by the constant thought about how to say those '3 words' without sounding too akward, I presented his new ring to him with a spontaneous mini vow that I thought up in a span of 3 seconds of twirling emotions, to promise that I would definately be missing him loads when he goes off to study 'complicated calculations incomprehendable' stuff instead of me (with the similiar configurations), and that I would stand by him through any shit in life.. and I would sacrifice my beautiful, exciting, adventurous, wild 'moulan-rouge' single life of 22 years to make this love of ours to be a gadzillion times more everlasting than the poor, demented, sad, depressing lovers of Titanic and that I love him ever so so much.. (with cheeks as rosy as the poisoned apple from Sleeping Beauty... and with hopes that it would be a real life fairytale relationship for us too).
... His vow was nicely tailored too... even added a little cherry on the top with a promise to be a good boy... (of course, expecting in the return the same from me... smarrttttt twist)
The sincere promises, accompanied with warm, rosy cheeks and cold hands.. the soft serenade of "Unchained Melody" cradled by the dim glow of candlelight... The ever-so-memorable night was sealed with a deep kiss of passionberry flavoured lips. Hence.. passionberry~ .. the name of my little haven of sweet passions here.
*blinks*. ... . . . . . . Why in the world am I thinking of a camel??? Hmm.. well, long eye lashes.. kinda.. seductive yar????
*.. .. .. lynn.*
.. .. ... .. ... .. wat wat???
Yes, now where was I. Ah. The ring. (.. and no, i am not going to let some gay hobbits throw it away into some godforsaken larva bubbling mountain... ... *shivers.. eeii*). It was only 3 weeks + into my new found love interest, and I was contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to present the idea to my other half to get 'couple' rings before he abandoned me for Australia... (didn't want to scare him about the idea of a serious commitment and there goes every*BOOM*thing).
But as I thought more about it, I seemed to like the idea of having just a little keepsake of our short yet memorable time, at the same time to remind my 'wild-clubby-social-butterfly' self that it is time to settle down and to lower down the intake of 'flirty-sessions-and-eye-games-with-cute-guys-with-cute-bums-and-baby-boy-looks-at-a-random-club-while-high-on-some-crappy-alcohol-drink'. It's also rather handy as a ward to curious 'uninteresting' fishermen (..means no cute bum laaa.. if got cute bum.. then.. um.. unless got baby boy look.. then ur.. ur.. ... introduce to Elly, or Sharm or whoever who was 'lucky to be out with me that night'...*yar..lucky enough that I am ALREADY attached so that they can get the other cute stuff!!.. * .. . ... ...then if got baby boy look & a cute bum & sexy seductive flirtatious eye lashes.. ... .. ... ... ... haih... give away also lorrrrrrr...
... *.. pssssttt....ooiii.. . get his number yarrrr!!*
... ....
... .*ahem*.. ... .... but I still have the best catch at my side... *nye nye nye nyeeee... nyeeeeee*. =P
Yes.. I do get carried away very often.. so sue me.
And the ring's sole purpose (.. yarr... thought that I would never get to the point eh???) would definitely be to represent our true, pure love that we have found and it's a symbol of hope that it would last forever and ever and ever with a wonderful future to look forward to. (..and also to remind him not to 'strayyyy' away la while being a gadzillion miles away... *nods nods*.. )
... And it is an adorable decor to match my cute manicured nails.. *wriggles her fingers*
After walking around '1 Utama' (1 Utama[place]- shopping center with gadzillion miles of walk space and a maze of carparks with equal amount of potential 'forget-where-you-park-your-car' space) on a very 'lovey dovey' weekend, (it was the day before Valentines' and there were couples strewn around the complex in every nook and cranny, all of them holding on to their partners for dear life just in case a strong wind picked them up and tossed them high into the sky.. .. .). ... .. ... ...
*... lynn.. you were holding his hand too.*
.. .. yarrr..so?... shushhh... I'm trying to write a blog here..
... Yea... after walking to several shops in record time (it's amazing how he could keep up with me, a shopaholic I am, I can travel from Esprit from the old wing end to Dorothy Perkins on the other new wing end without a hitch in breath, in high heels, in under 3 minutes and still with the perfect set curls in my hair - ur.. i don't even comb my hair in the mornings.. it's just... messied.. up curls.. Perfect la for my messy lifestyle.) ...we finally settled on our purchases before our tummies rumbled the ground beneath us.
And ... another purpose of the rings are.. I guess.. to mark a significant moment in our lives.. being it the first time of being in love... with all the confused yet wonderful emotions all mixed like the 'buah rojak' from the SS15 'pasar malam'. I knew my loverboy had no vague idea nor expectations on how to start making sweet little memories like these and I just wanted it to be special for him.... to make him fully experience the joys of being in love.. for the both of us, you know. So we could fill up another page with gold embossed cursive fonts in our Book of Life about the feat of the rings... (and maybe come up with a novel to rival the current bestseller)
(buah rojak[fooooood]- a mixture of sliced guavas, sour mangoes, cucumbers, fried bean curd, crispy fried.. bits of.. batter,... and other condiments that we Malaysians think is normal for a culinary dish, all topped up with sweet fish paste and sesame seeds. - issit fish paste ar?..hmm)
(pasar malam[place]- a night market on the streets. the mother of the night traffic congestion, great place for cheap bargains, fatty finger food, cheap undies that might only last a fortnight, watches that would tick itself to death in a span of a month... and hard core porn cds with pouty lipped slutty virgins on the photostated black and white covers... *see .. see.... that perked you up didn't it??.. PERV!*)
We were canoodled by romantic songs of the past (...'put your head on my shoulderrr... ' was playing and I was blushing like a school girl.. don't ask me why. it just felt so romantic at that time.. with him.. ahh.. ) at Dave's as we tucked into our creamy, scrumptious dinner.. Well, I poked my way into dinner.. appetite never really agreed with me - but I love the Carbonara there.. and it seemed that William.. was the only person that I wanted to share this little craving of mine with. He teasing me about my eating habits with that adorable puppy look, and I .. just loving every second of it - wishing that the night would never end.
And at some point, maybe driven bold by the constant thought about how to say those '3 words' without sounding too akward, I presented his new ring to him with a spontaneous mini vow that I thought up in a span of 3 seconds of twirling emotions, to promise that I would definately be missing him loads when he goes off to study 'complicated calculations incomprehendable' stuff instead of me (with the similiar configurations), and that I would stand by him through any shit in life.. and I would sacrifice my beautiful, exciting, adventurous, wild 'moulan-rouge' single life of 22 years to make this love of ours to be a gadzillion times more everlasting than the poor, demented, sad, depressing lovers of Titanic and that I love him ever so so much.. (with cheeks as rosy as the poisoned apple from Sleeping Beauty... and with hopes that it would be a real life fairytale relationship for us too).
... His vow was nicely tailored too... even added a little cherry on the top with a promise to be a good boy... (of course, expecting in the return the same from me... smarrttttt twist)
The sincere promises, accompanied with warm, rosy cheeks and cold hands.. the soft serenade of "Unchained Melody" cradled by the dim glow of candlelight... The ever-so-memorable night was sealed with a deep kiss of passionberry flavoured lips. Hence.. passionberry~ .. the name of my little haven of sweet passions here.
~the end of a long search &
the beginning of One life.. One love.. One promise~
the beginning of One life.. One love.. One promise~
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