Like stupid lovestruck teenagers

I have been home in Singapore for about 12 days now.

And Piers just had a phone conversation with his mum, in which she had asked whether he had heard from me at all after I left, to which he had simply said, “Yes.”


Piers on the phone


Understatement of the year!

He had neglected to tell her that we’re in contact, like, 12 hours a day, every day.


We Gtalk for 10 minutes when he wakes up in the morning (7 am his time, 2 pm my time). An hour later, we’re on MSN, chatting periodically while he’s at work. That lasts for nine hours.

We get on Gtalk video once he’s home (5:30 pm his time, 12:30 am my time) and we video chat for three or four hours before I go to bed.

A few times a day, he calls me on the phone and we talk for 10 minutes or so.

Well, okay, it’s not like that every single day. Sometimes I’m out for appointments and we can only text each other occasionally. And sometimes he’s busy at work and I’m also busy blogging or something.

It’s really hard missing someone.

So, I’ve planned my next trip to England already. Next month! =D


Flight itinerary


Mosaiced the details in case got stalker. But I guess it’s easy to find out, anyway, lol.

Piers insisted on paying for my ticket, so he booked the flight for me after we finished discussing dates.

It’s surprisingly cheap for British Airways. Direct flight for $1556! (Thanks to Elyxia for the tip!) That’s almost the same price I paid for Qatar Airways with a stupid stopover at Doha Airport, which is not too bad to wait at, but a huge pain transferring from airport lounge to plane cos it’s so damn far away.

Anyway, Piers was booking my flight in his office and we were chatting through MSN, both of us very excited about having a firm date to look forward to now.


MSN conversation


Like stupid lovestruck teenagers.

And then, after he was done booking it, he sent me the eticket number in MSN.

The next thing, he was, like, “WHAT IS THIS?!?!?”

A big parcel I had sent him from Singapore had arrived at his office the very moment he completed the eticket transaction!

Oh, I forgot to take photos of his presents, but I had sent him an Angry Birds stuffed toy and an iPad 2 case.

He Plurked it, though, so there’s one lousy photo.




Piers’ Plurk photo:


Angry Bird


I couldn’t find any third-party iPad 2 cases in England. So stupid right? Singapore doesn’t even have the iPad 2 yet but our stores are overrun with cases for them already.

I hate the iPad 2 Smart Cover. It’s so ugly and stupid and doesn’t protect the back and makes you drop your iPad on the floor cos the cover is attached by magnet. Regret buying it.

I got Piers an Angry Birds stuffie because he’s a big fan of the game and also because he had complained about having nothing to hug after I was gone home.

I have Nemo.

I had made Piers buy him for me in Disney Baby Paris so I would have something to remind me of him. =P




Angry Bird will come in handy when I’m in England and need something to throw at him when he’s being naughty.

(I think he might throw it at me first for posting our embarrassing MSN conversation here. I’m so evil. =P)

Am planning to be in England for a total of six months this year and that means two more separate trips after this May-June one!

Piers can only come to Singapore once, and maybe for only about three weeks, because he’s got more binding work commitments.

Can’t wait!


My love story (abridged)

I didn’t intend to blog about my relationship with Piers until much later because I thought it would make a better story later. It’s only a good story after it’s lasted for a while, isn’t it?

But I was shocked by the response when we “announced” our status in Facebook.

I kind of did it out of mischievous impulse. Did it in the middle of the night when I thought no one would notice cos people were either asleep or out partying and wouldn’t be checking Facebook.

Thought the status update would pass by unseen and get buried. And then maybe some time later, a friend might accidentally notice it in my profile and kinda do a double take and that would be very funny to me.

So I was really shocked when, within seconds of posting, friends started liking it and commenting on it. It made me kind of embarrassed. Piers and I were OMG-ing away to each other on MSN as more and more responses came in.


Facebook status


Of course, it made me happy to have nice, supportive friends. Was just very embarrassed about people making a big deal.

So, anyway, we have a story but I still think I should tell the full version later cos it’s very long and convoluted.

So here is a short version. I think people are expecting it.



Piers and Sheylara


We’ve been friends on Plurk for almost two years now. We were both attached when we knew each other. But even if we hadn’t been, I doubt we’d have had been attracted to each other romantically, seeing as how we were from different sides of the world and seemingly completely different people, and I didn’t fancy dating Caucasians, having tried it once ages ago.

So, when he invited me to England, it was innocent. He knew from Plurk that I needed to get away from Singapore, and his parents needed a housesitter while they all went away on holiday, so it was a perfect plan.

He was single then. I was attached but precariously so. When I arrived in England, I continued having trouble with my relationship and we finally broke up for good. That was like the fifth breakup in a span of three months or so and I felt I needed to let go of it completely and finally or be traumatised by it forever.

Then Piers came back from his holiday and we started hanging out. He wasn’t wooing me or anything. He was just being a nice English gentleman. He stayed at his parents’ house while I stayed in his apartment.

We got along very well and discovered we were alike in so many ways. I discovered that he had more Asian values than many Asians I knew so, by the middle of the week, I fell in love with him. But I didn’t do anything because I’m always too shy to make the first move, plus I didn’t think he’d be interested in me at all.

He, on the other hand, found me attractive but thought I’d never be interested in him, so was totally happy with just being good friends with me.

But maybe the mutual attraction grew stronger and stronger. Near the time I was supposed to return to Singapore, we suddenly found ourselves holding hands and kissing (in very G-rated ways!!!). He is such a perfect gentleman it’s almost hard to believe it.


Piers and Sheylara


Okay, this is a bit embarrassing so I will move on.

(He hates that photo. I think he’s gonna kill me for putting it up, haha.)

((Maybe he will kill me for blogging this at all!))

Some of you might think I was on the rebound but it wasn’t like that. Can’t really explain it without going into detail.

So I extended my stay in England and we got closer every day.

Now that I’m back in Singapore and we’re missing each other like crazy, we cannot deny that we’re madly in love and totally committed to each other and willing to brave a long distance relationship.

Hence the Facebook status.

Okay, that’s all. Yes, that was the super short version of the story and it’s already so long.

That’s why I never intended to blog about it until much later… when I have time to write a book… if we’re still together by then… which I hope we will… because it’s quite a crazy story. To us, anyway.

Don’t know what else to say now.

Never blogged about my love life before so it’s a bit weird!

I love you

Saying “I love you” is so hard, isn’t it?

Well, it is for me, anyway.

Maybe it’s very easy for casanova types, but I think the shyer guys will feel a bit awkward saying it for the first time.


I think I must have felt awkward hearing it for the first time, although I don’t remember a specific moment.

What about saying it?

I tried to remember who the first person I said “I love you” to was.

I narrowed it down to a few possible suspects.

Do you want to know who?



My love, my Goonfather

The Goonfather is singing along to the radio in the car.

“You’re all I need, my looooove, my Valentiiiiine…!”

He turns to me and says, “You’re my Valentine!”

“But it’s not February!” I say cheekily.

“Hey, February is a stupid month.”

“February is not a stupid month. It’s a great month.”

“It’s a stupid month.”

“But the first time we met was in February!”

“February is an excellent month!”

“You’re such a bullshitter.”

Sheylara and the Goonfather

About this crazy little thing called LOVE

The self-preservation instinct is strong in me. No matter how head-over-heels in love I am with a guy, I keep a clear head, somehow.

I would never allow myself to do stupid things and hurt myself for love.

Maybe it makes me a somewhat cold person. But better that than end up an exploited, abused woman who does psychopathic things like threaten to kill herself over some stupid guy.

That is not to say that I can’t or won’t love.

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