So what about some other traditional couture?

Just prompted by le Mr.Dino to wear punjabi (Indian couture) He said it has been too long since the last time I wore it. We got ourselves some bindis (the red dots which Indians use to attach on forehead after their prayers) from Mydin Mall and we chose the most glittery one. How does it look? Pretty dainty right?

Shirley

The memoirs of a dino fanatic couple

A story of us should be documented thus we can reminisce it again in the future. He hopes that our future children (fingers-crossed) will be fascinated by the big-league anecdote of ours. Well, the reason I love this guy is probably he do considerate too much for our future, and he is substantially comprehensible about every bits of me. Well, if it happens that our kids ask him that how you met his/her mother, he would probably show his kids our photos, my blog posts, Instagram, etc. Hence, he does put a lot of emphasis on documentation. Dino lovers, you might found this appellation odd and strange. Why is it dino instead of those sweet nicknames? The story begin like this:

How we met each other? To what extent does affinity brought us and how far we have come? We met each other from Facebook, it is too prevailing right? Facebook has done a great job to knot the love strings of many couples out there. Both of us are not exceptional. Yes we are, the mainstream Facebook couple. Initially, his intention was to recruit sales agent for JTI Company. He was my superintendent, and I eventually accepted the job. Not so much to talk about the job, it was plainly trivial. As my superintendent, he supervised me everyday. This is the vertex of the relationship, where we started to falling in love into each other.

Day by day, the palsy-walsy relationship eventually turned into a serious affectionate relationship. Until one day, I told him about a lucid dream of mine. The dream was absurdly insane yet salacious enough to be told. Nonetheless I told him, manifestly without miss out a single scene. I managed to read his face expression of that day, when both of us were having tea together. I guessed he was flying in the could nine and lastly he admitted an he eventually confessed his love for me. Since I used to have a boyfriend back then, I rejected him hesitantly, with many thoughts came across my mind. Since I've fallen for him.

He kept imploring me for morning jog, breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper. With every meals he wanted to spare his time with me. Of course with a frenzy guy like that I could not deny. He has the handsome charisma tho, that's why I love watching him, until now. The most spectacular moment we had, I guess it was the trip to KL for Maroon5 concert. We practiced to sing and imitate Maroon5 via Wechat (an iPhone app we used to crazy about). Voice messaging each other to practicing songs sounds crazy right? But it was fun for both of us. Tho we were singing aloud with the very irksome voice of ours.

To be continued ...
(Due to the hindrance of some bootlickers I don't like)

Shirley

Just prompted to post up about my feelings right now.

I strongly agree that girls should not treat and consider boyfriends as their first priority. Know why? Because sometimes boys they just don't deserve for us to knee down ourselves and treat them like kings. Of course they would want us to do so, especially the authoritative type. Nonetheless, what have they done and contributed into thy relationship? Before you attempt to sacrifice all of you for someone whom you think he is the king/dictator or whatever you feel you are willing to raise your chin upon to, do think twice. Make sure he would sacrifice all of him just for you, then vice versa. If he is reluctant to do so, do not ever ever give him a shit. We are not living life like the 40's girls used to do. (Washing their stinky socks, big bear hug when they coming back from work, cook a full table of delicacies just to hold their appetite) Oh well, why am I talking these shits? Neither I know tho, I just type whatever according to what reverberating across my mind. We doll up, trynna be the prettiest or sexiest in order to grab their attention. In our innocent mind, we will always think that if we dress up nicely, they would not glance at another girls/milf/muscular guys (well, my man he loves muscular guys) Bisexual maybe? Lol!

Girls, do doll up for your sake, pretty will bring abundance of luck for you. Do not ever ever paint your whole face like Nippon paint/Geisha or whatever ghouls just to halt your man's pace just to have a look on you. Dress up, apply plenty skin care products, and make up like Audrey Hepburn for your own sake. True beauty comes from inner side of ourselves. Despite, make ups are fairly necessary since we ain't born flawless. Even Marilyn Monroe applied lotsa make ups on her face. 'Keep making me laugh, let's go get high, the road is long we carry on try to have fun in the meantime'. Say to him, analyse his reaction thus ask him what's the fun part he desires for. Sex? Uh uh. You have found the wrong guy. An enthusiastic lover will definitely hold your hands, playing with your fingers and looking into your eyes. In contrary, fancy dandy guys might return you with his crooked smile, and gives you really cold shoulder and you eventually will know how much you mean for this guy.

I used to own a prima-donna life. I obtained what I asked for. Nevertheless it was all about money. Hereby I confess, a materialistic and price tag girl I used to be. Well, as what I've written on previous blog post, we should not linger in our past as life goes and on. That was my past. A horrible, terrible girl as you can imagine. I dictated all over him. He sacrificed everything even his soul for me. I could tell he lived live soulless, like a walking dead. It was my fault, I should not control all over him and let him decay alone. I hope he moves on and may Lord grants him with a better girl than me, he deserves that, more than I. Regrets, griefs, and sorrows won't halt back the past. Move on Shirley. You are entering second stage of life now. You shan't put love as your first priority like why you have told others. You gave love advices but somehow you seemed pathetic than others, seeing that you can't manage your relationship well.

Digression spotted. This seems to be a self reflective diary for myself. Lol. Being in love forever is a myth, for me. Until here today.

Shirley

Valediction for My Previous Blog

Seems like we should abolish all the previous thoughts, actions and memories in order to kick-start a better self, my fervent guy opposed me to linger in my old posts, thus he suggested me to create a brand new one. Oh so this blog is purposely create and mean for you my bub. Happy? I know you are. Well, a blog post would not eventually look like a proper blog post without some self-narrative. Ahemmm, let me clear my throat and continue on.

I used to own a www.wangshirley.com The website was all about the things I confessed, my personal opinions towards some perspectives and some fashion coordination of myself. (Overload narcissism detected) Yea, and this blog will definitely be the same as you raise your chin to view my blog header (The chronicle of a swanky and lovely narcissist). Well it mainly depicted that to what extent and stage I love myself, my life, and everybody around me. I am an atheist, but karma believer just to let you know. Will definitely block religion preachers, haters, backbitters and spammers. (In case you do not know)

Frankly say, I am not promoting myself through this little space. Instead, I will indicate the spectacular things occurred on me, what I believe and maybe some of my tiny inventions (recipes, crafts, quotes, fashion coordinate) Despite I am not a so-called-professional-blogger. Girls just wanna have fun, eh?

Shirley