With Edward Cullen. No, not Robert Pattinson. Edward Cullen.
I just watched Twilight (again! for the umpteenth time!) and can't help falling in love with that shining vampire.
"You shine like diamonds. You're beautiful," Bella.
Ok, my Bella nickname was just a coincidence. I've had the nickname Bella since BEFORE Twilight ever came out. SO, you can't say I perasan. Hahaha..
But awww.. How can you not fall in love with Edward's attentiveness? And how fast he drove his car? And how fast he runs? And how he dance? Wait. I think I'm describing my Bumsey here.
Bumsey, don't enterframe. I want to write about Edward now. You wait by the bed for a while okay? I'll come by in a bit. :P
Ahhh.. Edward Edward Edward. I think I have been infected with the Edward fever. Maybe a little late compared to some. But it's on its highest peak right now. Hehehehe.. I'm crazy. I drank a glass of espresso just now. My bad. Bumsey, here I come...
I have quite a number of LBDs (little black dresses) and yesterday, when I went out with Bumsey for dinner, I wore one of them. A brand new dress I just bought because I liked the lace. Now what I'm going to talk about today is not the dress itself. The dress was fine, fit me like a glove. Luckily my tummy is flat at the moment (due to my loss of appetite and tight schedule). There were no unsightly bumps. Hahahha..
The thing that irritated me was when Bumsey and I was on the way to the restaurant. We dined at Nagisa Restaurant in Sunway Resort on the private tatami room. We parked at Pyramid because I wanted to check out some shades before dinner. We were laughing and teasing each other as we walked when I noticed people start turning around to stare at us.
Bumsey noticed it too and I know he's starting to feel uncomfortable with the stares so he started getting very close, sliding his hand on my waist and I lean into him just to blend in. Still people keep on staring, so I started to become wary and asked Bumsey to check out if something is wrong with my dress. Do I have nose hair hanging? Did the back of my dress tear without my noticing? Is something wrong with my shoe?
After I checked out the shades and eventually did not buy anything because it was all last season style, we made our way to Sunway Resort and this is what Bumsey said to me:
Bumsey : Bunny, I think it's fair to say if when it comes to all your LBDs, you should just wear it when you're at home with me. Just let me and only me stare at that hot legs of yours ok?
Me : Do you think that's the reason for all the stares?
Bumsey : *nod* And a whole lot more...
So, I stopped in track, went in to Miss Selfridge that was right in front of me and bought a maxi. (Actually, this maxi is so much nicer - and expensive! - than my little black dress. hahhaa) I paid for the maxi, changed into it in the changing room and when I got out and linked my hand in Bumsey's, he looked at me and gave me a look I just can't describe, a look that came straight from the heart and he kissed me on the forehead so gently, so softly, like a feather. For a split second his eyes glazed and then he blinked it and whispered, "Bunny I adore you."
It made my night. I had a wonderful dinner. And there were lesser stares compared to before. Thank goodness coz I really hate the attention.
I wonder, what is so interesting about legs? I look at mine in the mirror and I see them just as normal as everybody else's. I don't have Giselle Bunchen's legs. So, STOP STARING! Nevertheless, I've promised Bumsey that yeah, any dresses above the knee will only be worn for him in the room (plus, it'd be so nice to tease him again and again... llallala.. I'm a bad girl).
Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn.. Wahhh so long list wan.. But wait! What is so cool about this movie anyways? Why so many girls, boys, aunties, uncles, po po, macha, vampires and werewolves trying to crash in to the cinemas to watch this movie? Haaa.. Come here, come here let me tell you why..
Firstly, there's of coz the "supposedly" hunky Edward. He's like this already born handsome boy but then when he was turned into a vampire, he go poof! turn into this super charming super irresistible, super shiny Greek God Adonis (according to Bella's words la, not mine la.)
Now girls, what should you do if your boyfriend does not look like Edward Cullen:
- Refrain yourself. Do not become overly aggressive when you walk with your boyfriend in daylight and see that he did not turn shiny. Try not to kick him, pull his hair, slap him, punch him or bite him. Unless if you can turn him into a vampire when you bite him then, please go ahead.
- Get yourself a can of shiny hairspray. In that way, whenever you're out on a date, just ruffle up his hair and spray it on his hair. If you're still unsatisfied, spray it on his face too. Careful do not spray into his eyes else he becomes blind because of you.
- Immerse him into a tub from the end of his toe to the tip of his head and fill it with ice until he turns completely white. Do not overdo this. If he starts turning blue, you've exceeded the time frame. Maybe you can heat him up in the oven and try again.
Aaaaa.. Gagagagaaa..But really, what is it about Twilight Saga that everybody goes screaming about? I don't know about you, but let me list some of what I do like.
- Mushy-mushy romantic, "I love you, you love me, we can do this together even though you're a vampire and I'm a human and you may pounce on me any time if you're hungry but I think I can handle that." Oh, juvenile love.
- There's the Cullens. Awww. They're such a cool family. They're all so gorgeous. I want to turn into a vampire and become as gorgeous as them too.
- There's the werewolves. I never knew once you turn into a werewolf you'll get six-pack abs and become so agile. Wow! Just imagine placing my palms on those six-packs already give me the shivers.
Aiyaiyai..- I imagine hearing your boyfriend's voice in your head telling you to turn around when you're approaching danger is cool. What's un-cool is that he's dumped you and you hear his voice ALL THE TIME! OK, I'll probably tear my hair out if that happens to me..
- If I were Bella, would I want to make love to my vampire husband when I'm still human? Make love in the water summore? Wow! Wow! Wow! Ok, better move on to another comment... Hahaha..
- It is so cool to have a boyfriend who understands when you have feelings for another guy and found out you kissed that guy and lets you cry on his shoulder because you feel sad that you had to turn the other guy down. Fuh! So long.. Ahhh.. Edward, you soooo understanding..
- Let myself get bitten, turn into a vampire and live happily ever after with my vampire husband and hybrid kid? You say "why"? I say, "why not"?
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Back to the story that surprised me. When I turned on my laptop and my YM automatically signed in, I realized that I received a message from a person I had not seen for a long long long time. He asked for my phone number because he said he needed to talk to someone and of all the people he knows, he wants to talk to me because I always have something good and brilliant to reply back. However, without thinking twice, I deleted the Offline Message and put him in my ignore list. Why? Ok, he didn't do anything wrong, I have to admit. But I also already pushed all guys away and out of my ship, the next ship and the ship after that. If there's no fourth ship, then too bad, all those guys will have to go sink into the bottom of the ocean.
I'm not being particularly cruel. I'm just being practical. I have my Bumsey. I love my Bumsey. I just want my Bumsey. And if there are any other people who might pique my Bumsey's curiosity or jealousy, I might as well shove them aside and save myself from the headache of explaining A to Z.
Plus, I've told Bumsey about this guy before. I've been honest with Bumsey about everybody before Bumsey. Which is why, some of my guy friends get the green-light from Bumsey, and some don't. Why? Let me tell you a story. And the example is this guy who left that message on my YM.
His name starts with T. He's Chinese. I knew him at a chance meeting at Coffee Bean. When I was 21, I was a frequent visitor of Coffee Bean at both KLCC and Sungei Wang (the fella at Sg. Wang knows I like "extra" whipped cream which he will put over and out of the cover). T first met me at KLCC Coffee Bean. I was sitting on the sofa at the corner near the window overlooking the KLCC fountains all by myself with a book on my lap and he came over to sit at the only other empty sofa across from me in the busy and packed Coffee Bean. At first he was doing his own thing on his Nokia Communicator and I was reading my Charlotte Brontë. Halfway through Jane Eyre, he commented on the book I was reading and how very few girls my age would read something like that. He guessed I was 16. I told him I was 21. We talked about the book, about other Literature books (I was crazy over Oxford Literature when I was between 19-21), the movies they make from those books, the social behaviours of the characters compared to the current 21st century, religious matters, political matters, sports (Ok, I failed at sports. I only know about basketball because I love basketball. Other than that, I couldn't care less). By the time we finished talking, it was dark outside and I should have been home three hours before that.
The friendship was strictly platonic. He was a divorcee. He told me about how he caught his wife in bed with another man when he came back from outstation to surprise her (and how she singled out every shilling from his pocket for alimony). He told me how many people he shot during the war at Bosnia Herzegovina and why he decided for early retirement from the Armed Forces and how he was head-hunted by one of the top Construction company in Malaysia.
Yeah, if you're smart and sharp enough, you would've guessed his age by now. He's double my age. The thing about him is, he likes to converse on various topics. I guess his mind must be screaming to get out and have its say everyday during the period he had to grind his brain cells in all his documents and work, which is why when he have company, he would talk non stop on everything. I was lucky I was able to give smart replies on the topics he brought up. I find myself recalling things I read many weeks before just to be able to converse smoothly with him. He made my mind work. I could seriously feel the mechanics in my brain churning, like the rails of a smoothly moving Steam Train. He was smart and very generous.
It came to a point when I started to take things for granted. I took his generosity for granted. Sure, the gifts he bring back from overseas whenever he goes outstation are one-of-a-kind and intricately picked. I know that but I didn't appreciate them anymore. Then, when he was appointed GM for one of the prominent air-carriers in the country, we talked less and one day, I disappeared.
I met new people. I went to new places. I was enclosed in a new atmosphere, sometimes caught up in time I began to pace instead of running. No more smart conversations. No more brilliant arguments and debates...
Two years later, when I was studying in a college in PJ, I went out with my girls to MidValley for our usual movie date. After the movie, we went to Starbucks. Suddenly somebody caught my upper arm and I was so surprised, it took me a full 10 seconds to react to his sudden pulling me to the car jockey area. Right next to his car (let's just say it was polished to reflect your blackheads and so incredibly slick), he asked me why I went MIA. Words were uttered with my girls standing nearby when suddenly he asked if we could ever try to be more than just strictly platonic. I know I must've looked freaked out, like a trapped rabbit waiting to jump so high away from harm's way. He was calm when he suddenly kneeled in front of me, calm when he asked me again in that low-key voice if I would every consider to take the friendship into another level.
This time, I freaked out completely. His actions was causing a scene. Girls gasped. Guys stared at me. I hated the attention. I had always been the one staying away from limelights but when he kneeled in front of me in broad daylight, in front of everyone, he was making me the centre of attention. So, my brain went into shutdown and I just walked away. I left him kneeling next to his car. I walked so fast away from him I could've been in a cross country marathon. My friends were panting trying to catch up with me. In the end, we cancelled lunch and tea-time and I went straight home.
It wasn't the first time someone kneeled in front of me asking me not to leave them. But it all happened at the wrong time. The first time it happened, I was at KLCC with a new beau, walking from the Art Gallery when some guy whom I had decided was only better to be friends with made a scene right in front of Versace boutique by calling my name out loudly, kneeling in front of me telling me to leave my beau (who happened to be right next to me) and crying. Crying! He was crying. I was so embarrassed, the guards had to help get him to his feet and away from me. Blood was pounding in my head and I looked away from everyone's eyes the whole day. Well, actually I did the same thing that I did above. I turned around and I walked so fast my new beau couldn't catch up with me. I walked as if my life depended on it.
I wasn't being mean by walking away. But maybe those around would think otherwise. Maybe they'd think what a complete bitch I must be, playing around with these guys' feelings and then trample all over their hearts when they lay it out in front of me like that. I didn't mean to. I've paid my price. Whatever ill will others have had over me, I had paid my price.
Thereafter, a couple of years down the road, life brought me here. To my Bumsey. And this time, this time... I will never repeat the same mistakes again.
So yeah, I think I did the right thing when I put him in my ignore list. As a matter of fact, I think I did the right thing putting all those unimportant guys in my ignore list. I'm not being mean, I'm just being faithful. *^_~*
Yup, more than a week have gone by than I last updated my blog. Too busy. Too tired. Too sore. Too... Sore? Um.. *grin*
Last week was Bumsey's birthday. Long story short, let's just say, on the eve of his birthday, I got a little high on caffeine (OK, maybe "a little" is an understatement) and did something totally crazy that my girlfriends had not stop laughing - and reprimanding - me since. Hence the soreness - and the totally worn-out Bumsey who had to miss work on his birthday. But.. *ahem*ahem* Let's just say it was a VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY delicious birthday... (cake?) which is also accompanied by some stuffs that are very easily purchased on the net.
Warning, 18SX..
Plus, I know Bumsey had never had this kind of "celebration" before. So, this is a really cool first. For both of us.
Which led to me being reprimanded by my closest and most loving girlfriends. Hehehe.. I know, amongst us all four I am the Miss "prim and proper" although, I would've preferred being the Miss "Carrie Bradshaw" instead of Miss "Charlotte York" but, I can't help it, I guess it has to do with the whole my-kingdom-not-yet-being-seiged thing. But now, let's just say, the sunshine is beautiful, the rain is nourishing, the crops are coming to life, the birds are chirping, the stocks are producing and the kingdom is, well, YUMMMMMMMMMMY!
Oooh La La...
Ok, if our plan becomes a reality, then after our pre-honeymoon (When's the pre-wedding you say? Hahahah... We're not doing things in accorded sequence. Too bad), we'll be flying off together to further our studies. So, hopefully you guys in Malaysia don't miss me so much and you guys in UK, hehe, prepare the red carpet alright?
Alright, I know I haven't explained in details what this is all about. But rest assured, all things will be laid out in time. When the right time comes and everything is confirmed, I will lay it out flat for all to see. At the moment, things are only about 70% confirmed so I'd better not count the chickens before thay're hatched, right?
So, to my Bumsey, I hope it had been a great birthday and hope to celebrate so much more of it with the same cheekiness (or can I use the word horny? ok, maybe not) and warmth for the many many years to come.
I know, going through the adversities that life had put him through, a much lesser man would have failed, faltered, flail in despair. A much indulged man would have ran, blamed others, gave up. A much inexperienced man would have wailed, waned, committed suicide. But not my Bumsey. For he is none of the above. For he is not like any other man, rich or poor, young or old. For he traversed through all the afflictions and had become the man that he is today. Full of love and appreciation for those who loves and appreciates him back.
Bumsey,
I love you, so much more now than ever before and;
I adore you, for being the man that you are.
To Raz, Lily, Joan,
The shoe is red. The scale is 11 out of 10.
Wait for our arrival.
Coz I'm leaving on a jet-plane,Don't know when I'll be back again...
