My Valentine

It’s hard not to jump into the bandwagon of talking about the subject matter when the word is sprawling all over the blogsphere today. But it is rather harder to fake a similar lovey dovey entry after the attempt for some candlelit dinner plan with Himself felt flat on my face.   

“Yang, let’s have dinner at KLCC XYZ tonight. I’ll wait for you there after your seminar. My treat!”

“Sounds nice. But not today, I gotta rush to Low Yat to buy ZYX. I will see you at home at 6:00pm.“

Oh well! Giving him some benefits of doubt, he should notice the many bouquets of red roses which suddenly bloomed ferociously throughout the city center today. But because he was so preoccupied with his business, he might have thought that the roses were just dumped in the city because of the invasions of snow storms in the west or the bushfires in down under.

Being the occasional melodramatic queen that I am, I video-called him at 4:00pm and I could hear and see the brisk business over at Low Yat.  And, his car entered the gate at 5:30pm, with (only) ZYX in hand.

Ah, he is indeed my Valentine!

Mona Lisa Smile

 

Her hypnotically smile captivates millions. Many believe in her portrayal of a sad and depressed lady, but because of her smile even many more think she is a happy lady. After centuries of mysteries and mysticism, her identity has finally been revealed. She is Lisa del Giocondo, a wife of Florentine businessman, Francesco del Giocondo. Even more intriguing is a scientific finding that unlocks the famous smile of mixed emotions; Mona Lisa was 83 percent happy, 9 percent disgusted, 6 percent fearful and 2 percent angry.  

I don’t know what it is with Mona Lisa that I, in one way or another, feel like connected to her.

Those who are linked to me in Facebook might identify me as just another plain Jane on the street/LRT who tries hard to keep up with the demanding work life. A Jane who is saddened/angered with what happened to the brothers/sisters in Gaza, intrigued with the Barrack-Michelle Obama story, and at the same time letting her hair down on weekends, sitting back & relax, enjoying movies, window-shopping or simply enjoying Kalamansi with Asamboi over a plate of Kerang Bakar at her favorite reclusive lakeside stall.

I don’t know what exactly comes through the minds of those who skim through my tiny blog; but it seems like they are curious about this anonymous & faceless pathetic blogger. Well being somewhat a geek, I do know the way to discreetly install an invisible webcam behind this blog which is able to sense the readers’ emotions and compile them for some other intelligence purposes. And all credits should go to Leonardo and Einstein who had just been abruptly awoken from the graves to launch the technology…muhahaha! Seriously, this is what WordPress is hinting to me; my sporadic ‘Under My Duvet’ or ‘Dear Diary’ entries logged the highest hits so far.     

It also somewhat tickles me when I could be perceived as belonging to those insecure and clingy categories, just because of my ‘PS I Love You’ entry in BlogHer.com, a women blogger community which I was looking forward to join, after US First Lady, Ms Michelle Obama, herself was blogging her heart out in there (but it looks like she has recently stopped writing in BlogHer.com).

For the life of me, I do hope the perception isn’t true.

We could never have all the perfections that we want in life.  A picture is worth a thousand words, so they say. Facial or verbal expressions can be played, but what lies in the heart can never be fully understood by all the people, all the time. I do love my life, and I am confident to enjoy both the happiness and challenges that He bestows upon me. He knows the best.