dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

I'm all pumped up to write this entry.

 

Inspired by Elaine Fox,

 

who may be my next favorite author.

 

Kheh.

 

To the extent of nearly missing my bus stop….

 

I was engrossed in this book titled "Hot Stuff"...

 

 

                 

 

 

Being this melodramatic person I was today, I cried in the bus can!!!

 

Embarrassment was of course an understatement.

 

Ehem.

 

You couldn't possibly blame me, you see, for the ending was absolutely sweet.

 

When one is truly skeptic to the whole idea of falling in love, then in the end she did, with a handsome man, mind you, makes you close the book with a contented sigh.

 

Got me there?

 

So maybe, just maybe, I shall try to read this kind of book for a change. Novels of this century I mean.

 

As some of you may know, I am an avid reader of the 16^th to 18^th century novels.

 

Yes, it may bore you to tears, but I don't know how to begin to describe to you how romantic these books are!

 

I bet you'd agree with me once you start reading them.

 

Start with Catherine Coulter.

 

         

Her historical romance novels damn enthralling lah I tell you.

 

It is all about the adventures and the passion.

 

It transports you to distant lands in a bygone age.

 

Oh, its power as proud men and spirited women discover the wonder and romance of true love.

 

Love in its purest form….that is my inspiration.

 

My magical twinkles.

 

Aaah….

 

As expected, my friends make fun of me for my lack of taste. Or perhaps too much of expired taste? Hhmphf.

 

And some twits refuse to believe that I am a bookworm in nature. Idiots they are.

 

As if I'm one air-headed lassie. Ishk!

 

I have always regarded my reading as a kind of vocation.

 

Where I need to be in another realm to release these inhibitions.

 

To escape for the moment to my own fantasy world where only the characters and I revolve.

 

Oklah, I am merely exaggerating. But it still holds an iota of truth there.

 

I love to read.

 

Period.

 

And when I do, no one is allowed to bother me.

 

Even Juls is used to this eccentric behavior of mine.

 

Sometimes during our dates, we'd find a comfortable spot and he'd automatically take out his PSP or newspaper and start delighting himself while yours truly got engaged in her book yet again.

 

Weird you say?

 

Hey, as long as Juls' not complaining, we are still pretty much a happy couple.

 

Khekhe….

 

Now you know the reason why I love my Juls to bits.

 

Speaking of love,

 

I wanna wish everyone MERRY CHRISTMAS!

 

This year everyone seems to be in an enthu-mood like that.

 

Which is good of course.

 

Helps to boost the economy.

 

Hah.

 

Oklah, I guess that sums up everything I wanna type today.

 

Adieu~

 

 

 

cinta

 

fasyalba

 

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

It was noon. Forced to wake up, I walked into the kitchen where my sister and mother sat at the dining table, faces all bleak.

 

Then mother said, “Andrew’s dad had just passed away…”

 

In my sleepy state, all I replied was “oh”.

 

Hence, our outing was cancelled and here I am typing away….

 

In case you’re wondering, Andrew is sister’s boyfie.

 

So you can imagine sister’s shakened face, though it wasn’t an exact reflection to my mother’s expression, which I guiltily have to add, was damn hilarious. Thou shalt not elaborate. *cough*

 

Oh Death.

 

Death is a full stop.

 

Period.

 

It requires no statement.

 

Like what Winona Ryder said in Autumn in New York, “the stench of truth.”

 

I lost a favorite uncle so indeed, I apprehend every jolt of pain.

 

Why pain?

 

Why do we feel the need to shed those tears for our loved ones when we know they would be at a better place?

 

Why do we need to drown in our sorrows, asking ourselves “if only….”

 

All I know is that death is an anguish of grief, one I would not want to experience as long as I’m alive.

 

All I know is that death will not be the death of me but it will be the admonition that I have to cherish every of my loved ones with my heart and soul.

 

Endevour to give my all.

 

I foster love to them. Well, I hope I do.

 

Every crumb to every loved ones.

 

Excuse my ignorance if I was not as careful with my words.

 

But my intention is sincere.

 

Yes, that includes you too mr& mrs bloggie…

 

Fuck.

 

Talks of death always makes me feel crummy.

 

So I’ll end with my entry with a short poem.

 

From me. To you.

 

 

In life, I’m grateful to all of you guys,

 

To whom I wouldn’t want to say any goodbyes.

 

So thank you for showering me with your love and devotion,

 

In return, I hope you’d appreciate my affection.

 

Love~

 

I love you, you and you.

 

To whom it may concern….

 

 

 

 

             

        

cinta

 

fasyalba

 

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

Alrights… This is my second entry for today.

 

I'm feeling like a writer, typing away so animatedly, as if I'm narrating a novel.

 

I wish, but nah…. I'm never good with words. Ehem!

 

Anyway I just got back from school to pay my damn school fees. Dreading it every semester. Total pain in the arse! Geeez…

 

On a much lighter note, I managed to meet dear Juls before his training. And yes, I had rigged enough energy to actually throw a tantrum. Khekhe… Am I not a lucky leech…?

 

*grins*

 

Ironically, despite my unreasonable censure, he was totally patient with me.

 

Hence, after a few heartened words, we were back to being cuddly. Hurrhurr…

 

So, in the bus, while he was sleeping, my mind was set to work.

 

Why is it so easy for we females to have fits of temper and why them male still stand by us albeit this petty behavior?

 

Why?

 

I can very well imagine asking for a break up if Juls constantly threw tantrums, one after the other.

 

Thus, why is his patience gear still running smoothly?

 

Patience is a virtue but even endurance has its limits, yes?

 

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate every iota of effort, but he's scaring me to wits!

 

A queer feeling I'm experiencing, so to speak.

 

I assume this is love.

 

Compromising for the sake of one's peace of mind.

 

Khekhe…. If that's the case, then so be it.

 

I love my Juls.

 

*meow*

 

 

Apropos to this whole love thing, I have found a new fixation y'all!

 

Meet Jude Law, my new favorite hunky.

 

              

 

Aah…. His suave personality is getting on to me….in a sexy way. Tantalizing beyond mere words.

 

Whoever's contemplating to watch The Holidays, don't waste more time. Go watch it. Syok I tell you…!

 

Throughout the whole show, I was smiling like a twit lah can. It's truly a sweet show, no puns there.

 

I was never a Jude Law fan, considering his reputation of womanizing.

 

Furthermore I have never found his looks that appealing. Seriously.

 

However, that movie made me realize that he is one sexy lad. And the accent, oh absolutely seductive!

 

But nah-uh, I would never trade Jason Momoa for any other hunks.

 

      

                   

 

Shoot… I'm drooling…. Just look at his eyes... crinkly yet cute.

 

 

 

 

These are my other few obsessions.

The reason why the sky is blue....

and the birds are chirping away...

 

            

Johnny Depp

 

Ryan Philipe

 

Freddie Prince Junior

 

Antonio Sabato Junior

 

Hugh Jackman

 

Ilhan Mansiz

 

Mark Vanderloo

 

 

Slurrrrrrrrp.... Yummy.

 

   

 

The most scrumptious man in the whole wide world!!!

Zulkifly Kamal

 

 

 

I'm charmed.

~Euphoria~

 

 

 

 

cinta

 

fasyalba

 

 

 

 

 

 

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

"Ah choo!"

 

Yup, I've been having these unladylike sneezes since last night. And no surprise that a slight fever maybe paying me a visit, sojourning for perhaps a few days.

 

Hey flu and you whatnots, thank you for agonizing my holidays! Sheeesh!

 

Ignoring the fact that I am still grumpy, I am in truth feeling good right now.

 

Tehee~

 

Confession here okay.

 

I just woke up. I am all dazed. I am still in my oversized t-shirt and long pants. With hot tea in my favorite mug, I'm sitting down in front of this pc and basically enjoying the dreadful weather.

 

Aaaah…. Sometimes life can be so kind to me…..

 

That brings me to my entry for today.
(Alright alright, I was thinking of writing this entry days ago but I was too busy, so spare me lah!)

 

So here it comes....

 

What is your definition of a perfect life?

 

In connection with my previous entry, a perfect life is when you have everything that god has granted you with. Don't need me to elaborate now, do you?

 

Say, I have a friend who has a perfect life.

 

She is intelligent (good for her.) beautiful (blast it!). Wealthy. (Some people just have the luxury…) and she's tall and skinny. (Sigh~)

 

Above it all, she has guys going gaa-gaa over her.

 

Where's justice here, you tell me?!

 

Grrr…

 

With her dyed brown hair, perfect tan skin, and patrician features, she is truly unique.

 

Unless one happens to search below the surface.

 

I can list the number of people (with my fingers and toes, mind you) who actually like her, and that my friend, includes her family members.

 

What I am trying to say is everyone around her hates her!

 

No one can actually stand her dramas. Her sarcasm is fit for the queen. Or not.

 

You may delight in her company but you'd get melancholy from one session with her.

 

For once, my heart went "oh, mighty god, you are fair."

 

Khekhe…

 

So maybe, justice has been served.

 

But still!

 

I want to have that life too. Everything she has is all glitter and gold. All I've given is tin.

 

I crave for a body like hers. I yearn for her lovely bronzed skin and I want all the guys to go gaa-gaa over me too! No offence Juls.

 

Blargh….

 

Nonetheless, for now there's no reason for me to snivel over fate. Let fate decide for me lah ok.

 

Fate…

If you're reading this, please make my life a tad better. I promise I'll be a good girl. *wink*

 

 

Oh well….

 

 

Having Juls as my companion and the best boyfriend I can ever ask for.

 

Having a mother who is the best person god has given me.

 

Having a brother and sister who dote on me. You better!

 

Having cousins who are my best friends.

 

Having friends who accept me for who I am, despite my foul mouth. Right guys?

 

Having a roof above my head, food served on the table, a bed to keep me warm, and abundance of laughter to accompany me yet.

 

Yes, My definition of a perfect life. Indeed.

 

Who am I to complain?  J

 

 

 

 

 

cinta

 

fasyalba

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

Today, my entry may sound a bit churlish so pardon this revulsion k.

 

Of late, my mind has been screaming a million negative words known to mankind. Snide remarks stained my every word. Err…. PMS perhaps?

 

Ehem.

 

Nonetheless, I believe it's the surrounding that brought this cynical being in me.

My bad aye.

 

I just couldn't help nitpicking at imbeciles who just refuse to get out of my sight. Aggravating as it is, I couldn't really blame them for their inborn ignorance.

 

Human.

 

Unfortunately, this negativity had granted me new enemies.

 

No surprise there huh.

 

Sheesh!

 

I reckon the source of all hatred coming my way is due to my blatant words or simply this natural sarcasm vested in me.

 

So to some, I am an offensive son-of-a-gun who just can't keep her mouth shut.

 

Maybe witty is no more a trend, thus people got all fiery with my words. Bodoh!

 

I'm irritated. Bite me.

 

I don't wish to resume this subject so let's change to another one altogether, k?

 

So here goes…

 

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

Just this evening, I met my darling Niuu and we hung around at our usual place, catching up like old times. Acquainted with the new and the old, played the usual game of Taiti, and basically enjoyed each other's company.

 

Of course I shall not bore you with the mini details so I'll proceed to write to you the highlight of our conversation.

 

This time, it's not bout boys. Ok, maybe a bit lah but technically its bout my Juls. Kheh!

 

Have you ever felt insecure about your spouse? Well, certainly everyone knows about my ever-growing paranoia kan.

 

I have always felt threatened by a certain type of girl who may, I repeat, MAY, sweep my Juls off his feet with their entrancing aura.

 

Alright, this certain type of girl happens to be one that is small, petite, and cute even, and smart. To me, it's these qualities that personify the girl-next-door.

 

Hence, I made a fool of myself.

 

Concerning this girl who was a friend of Juls.

 

To me, no friend- friend. More like a threat.

 

Err…. Only Niuu knows what I'm talking about so I shall desist on my rant.

 

Funny thing is, Juls' taste may vary from time to time.

 

Last time, he had a fetish for Minahs.

 

Now….?

 

 

      

 

 

 

Hurhur…. I swear, sometimes I have no freaking idea how that little cute brain of him works.

 

But hey, I like.

 

Alritey, shall end my thoughts for tonight.

 

For my entry has no meaning.

 

Thanks for reading though.

 

I'm all cheered up now.

 

*grins*

 

 

cinta

 

fasyalba