No, Still here.

I think there has been a concern that once I have gotten attached, would I be any different from my single self just weeks ago?

Answer: yes and no. I still don't eat as much (which is always a worry for him), I still am in love with the color purple. I still like to drink and party.

Perhaps what's different is my perspective in life. Previously, being single meant no commitments and well, I pretty much did things to my liking and to my own expense. Now, being with someone, I guess it's true when people say that you will tend to be more compromising and accommodating. Perhaps it's so as to let the other party feel you care. Boyfriend has mentioned that I'm always motivating him.

Ok, I won't deny that I'm seeing things in pink now. I do admit that I used to see things in some dark twisted color before, probably some super dark shade of red. Today, I guess my wall's knocked down hence the pink. So, baby, don't hurt me or it's going to be a hard time to put that wall up again.

Another difference I realized about being attached, love songs seem so much more beautiful now. In the past I used to hate love songs. They just remind me of how lonely I am or how much I missed out on this guy. Now, love songs just seem to address our relationship much better. Perhaps I can relate better to those words.

Strangely so, I feel like Marget Tate from the proposal. Ok. Not in that fake wedding way. I told boyfriend that I thought I would end up like Anita Mui - that power woman who died alone. Yes. I'm slightly warped. Whatever. I'd really felt that I would that. I had actually given up on love until today. Here's something sweet, everytime boyfriend says he loves me, I feel like crying. They aren't guilty tears, happy and grateful tears.

Message to boyfriend:
I'm truly grateful. I love you too.

:D

24/09/09. 11.52. Ok. Time to buy 4D. HAHAHAHAHA.

I WANT!

I want a bottle of Chanel nail varnish!

Media hate.

Was watching an episode of Moonlight Resonance. It reminded me what happened 10 years ago when I was just a little girl. I miss my grandparents. Everyday. I'm not as fortunate as some to at least see them or tell my Ah Ma and Ah Gong, Yean Yan's not the only grandchild that made it to university. I can't share my career joys with them either. If I had grandparents I would splurge on them instead of shoes. "Ah Ma, kik holiday eh sai buai?"

Speaking of missing the dearly missed, a fellow Beattyian left the living world as well. Life's too short. Seriously too short.

Since life's too short, Kanye West, you got to make more friends than enemies! Even the good people at Happy Tree Friends hate you too! How now brown cow?

Note

Darling babies. I'm referring to my girls. My LJ blog's updated. If you have the URL, please read it. If you don't please ask from me. You know who you are. And guys, don't even try to ask me about it. All such questions will be disintegrated with immediate effect as soon as I can sense where you're getting to. Trust me. A Pisces has rather strong intuitive senses.

Love's Secret by William Blake.

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

Isn't it just beautiful? Although I like Shakespeare a lot, but I think the poet with the most sense of touch to love. It's intricate and subtle. Shakespeare would be a typical love story of how boy meets girl and falls for her. You know the typical bright and doe-eyed DSLR photos. While Blake's a more unconventional kind. Not every day would lovers be sharing the matrimonial union. Instead he writes about the longing of each other from a 1st person's perspective. I suppose it would have a greater impact on a person (me) is because you can relate to the words. Just like Love's Secret. I felt those words some few months ago. I feel the rejection.

I would so love to be told a poem by William Blake. Of course with pure and sincere emotions. Well, I did blogged about William Blake some 2 years ago. Sick rose. Dark and yet beautiful. Sigh. Oh, do note, I'm listening to Ingrid Michaelson as I write this. So I'm greatly influenced to have the Haji Lane/Ann Siang Hill vibe.

It's finally DONE!

After almost a year, I finally processed the 2 dust-collecting rolls of film. Ok. Here's a peek at the roll(s).





Aren't they chio! :D. Of course some photos have been since last year. But seriously, as long they're out just shut up about it. Well, for all the rest, it's here.

Taken?

A pretty stereotypical sigma has it that pretty girls are all taken. Or perhaps it's much easier to get a guy after the old one.

Well, hello. Getting a companion/partner/lover/boyfriend/girlfriend/beau is not as simple as people say it to be. "Aiya. Just go get a boyfriend lah!" Of course talk is cheap, thing is people just happen to forget the long and tedious process of dating and courtship. It's surprisingly so to me that such a process is often taken for granted. In fact I think dating is a rather beautiful process to that eternal companionship we all try to attain. I have been single for almost half a year, and yes I'm enjoying my freedom. However, sometimes I do miss having a man around, especially when my girls are all paired up. The one in Xiamen's not brought into consideration. Sad to say, I'm still very much human and in any way will feel left out without a partner. Oh well. Technically I'm not desperate. I am not. Just thinking about times when having a guy around to stand up to the floor and claim me as his girl. Perhaps it's the estrogen levels in me going weird.

I got to end this really abruptly. Kinda tired and hungry and I have to be at the office by 9 in the morning. GOOD NIGHT.

First things first.

Remember my post on first dates. Now what are the situations or the worst case scenario a date can go bad? Seriously bad. Rather a turn off. I'll start with mine. My biggest turn off is when a guy gets extremely cocky, not in a sexy way but in a rather blatant fashion. A way where he's cockiness is not a flirtatious stint but more obnoxious. Something that you will just want to leave the table as the conversation drags on.

Some might ask : Why not the physical flaws like vegetable in the teeth or mismatched socks? Seriously, this aren't the things that you will really take notice. One dude that's portraying such an (cocky) image is Gerald Butler in The Ugly Truth.



Well, when I saw the trailer, I went "I have to watch it". The movie so screams Zelda. Although it will be for entertainment purposes, I would like to also gain a little different insight to how the opposite sex thinks. Is it always about their testosterones or is there actually more? Well, I do hope there is actually more. Perhaps the movie might have scences of that.

Well, the trailer does seem interesting enough to watch it. For more spoils on the show, be a fan at the official Facebook page and catch The Ugly Truth when it opens in the cinemas on the 17th September 09! I sure know I'll be getting my tickets to the movie. How about you?

This is why.

Watch before reading.

You people know that I'm atheist and am rather proud of it. Well, I know this is going to sound rather sick of me. I have this cheap thrill of taking in the various expressions and remarks of people when I slip my religion information. Some go "Ok.", other go "You don't believe in GOD?", and there are those extremes who go "Man, you're so going to hell."

You may ask why am I an atheist the anti god-believer. And I may answer : Does it matter? Ok. That will seem a little rude. Here's the real reason : I believe in people. I get people telling me about the faith and the belief but to me seeing is believing. End of the day, we know about the Bible, the various Sutras and other holy books written. But wait, aren't all these written by people? Question : Has ANY one seen the holy mighty himself/herself? Perhaps no? If there is evidence of such, then who in the world created the dinosaurs? You know that I think, space is filled with lots of bacteria and micro-organisms that are in hybernation. All of which travel to the planet earth and due to the suitable temperate condition, hence sprout up something we called today as life.

I sound skeptic? Hell yes. I'm going into a rather annoying tone. Why I believe in people? Has the almighty actually reached out to those affected by Hurricane Katrina or helped refugee camps in Africa or distributed food supplies to those affected by the recent earthquake in Jakarta? Thinking about it, NO. All of which are done by people of living blood and flesh, people who breathe in the same air as you and I, people who drink the same water and eat food to survive too. To quote from Burke from Grey's Anatomy : "You do not promise a family the outcome of a surgery. The only one who can do so is GOD, and I have not seen him around with a scapel these days." Of course we all know the surgeons in the show all have god complexes. Well, that's for another time. But I couldn't help but agree with Burke(or the person who wrote the script).

I'm not trying to forcefully vy my point about religion being a waste of time. (Sorry, I have always thought so.) In my opinion, if you have so much time to give prayers and contribute to the religious community, why not use such time imput on people who really deserve it. Why not give some of your time to elders who have been abandoned by their family or children who have no one to turned to or animals that have no where to go in this urban jungle? I'd rather donate blood or volunteer at an animals' shelter than go to church on Sundays or stick joss sticks into urns every 1st or 15th day of the lunar month.

Do remember, I'm not the government. So this means I'm not the absolute. However, then again what's the absolute?

THANK YOU!

Ok, I know I'm starting to be a little be chiong hei (Long-winded) but seriously I'm undoubtly grateful to my dear dear friend Alvin Foong! Yes, my Gateway died. Bluescreen was the cause of death. I have lost a significant amount of photos, songs and documents. Well, on the bright side, I still have my files for work. That's important. Ok, I better stop thinking about my loss because I'm seriously about to cry now. My hard work of photoshopped photos! :'( Well, let's pray Gateway does a good job. :S

An alast drama at work.

I just had to have itchy fingers and change all my computer settings. Now, I can't work. Seriously can't work. Everything is now at a standstill.

Well, being Zelda, of course I have solutions of what I should do. Well. Later in the day, head to Gateway service centre at Dhoby Ghaut and get my PC reformatted. Money is not an issue now. Issue now is to get my PC fixed. Get the uber cheap Adobe CS4 Web Premium from Amanda's school for $98. MF CHEAP! And I bet it's money well spent. I list the software 1st. Even the vibrator doesn't even come in 2nd.

Already sent a text to Ken telling him a brief but responsible message about my predicament. Will call him in the morning informing about my compensation towards the inconvenience. I think I still would be able to have some time to actually watch The Proposal after all.