Belle’s Wrath April 6, 2008

This has been going on for far too long, and I need to say something about it.

Nobody talks trash about my man.

I repeat,

Nobody.

Or else.

I’m Not Pouting, Beau :) June 18, 2007

Belle’s been terribly busy these past few months… and she couldn’t stand it.  She misses her Beau and she wants to spend more time with him cuddling.  She wants to shower him with kisses.  She wants to hold him in her arms and feel his breath on her neck.  She wants him to be with her at all times.

She only pouts when she knows she can’t do that.

But she’s not pouting anymore, because she knows she’ll be able to do it all this weekend 🙂

Belle loves you more and more each day, Beau.  Even the busy ones.

MWAH!

Belle’s Lists April 9, 2007

Belle loves…

… Beau, of course.
… posting her romantic thoughts again after so long…
… rubbing Beau’s head when he’s watching Prison Break
… the little ‘jealous’ look on Beau’s eyes when he asks her who sent her the SMS
… the little ‘relieved’ look on Beau’s eyes when she tells him it’s nobody to be jealous of 🙂
… Beau’s strong arms around her, whenever and wherever
… whenever Beau steals little kisses in public
… holding Beau tight and telling him playfully ‘Sorry, I’m stuck with you’
… that she caught Beau looking at her lovingly when she was asleep

Belle wants…

… Beau here.  Right now.  Holding her.
… to see Beau.  Right now.  She misses him so much.

Belle is smiling because…

… she’s chatting with Beau and he hasn’t got any clue that she’s writing this 🙂
… she’s still feeling the same butterflies whenever she thinks of Beau

Ah.  She misses him so bad.

I love you, sweetie 🙂 

The Endless Argument March 13, 2007

“I love you, Belle”
“No, I love you more”
“Shut up, I love you MORE!”
“Okay if you love me don’t respond.  I love you MORE”
“NOOOO!!! I LOVE YOU MORE!”
“See?  You don’t love me!”
“Whatever, I love you MORE!”
“No, I love you more!”

Lately, it’s been hard for us to end a phonecall.  We keep on arguing who loves the other more.  Can’t believe it’s been over a year 🙂

I love you MORE than anything, Beau!

Knocks Me Off My Feet February 22, 2007

I see us in the park
strolling the summer days
of imaginings in my head…
And words from our hearts
told only to the winds
felt even without being said…

I don’t want to bore you with my trouble
But there’s something ’bout your love
that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet…
There’s something ’bout your love
that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet
knocks me off my feet…

I don’t want to bore you with it
oh but I love you
I love you
I love you…

I don’t want to bore you with it
oh but I love you
I love you

I love you more and more…

We lay beneath the stars
under a lover’s tree
that’s seen through the eyes of my mind…
And I reach out for the part
of me that lives in you
that only our two hearts can find…

I don’t want to bore you with my trouble
But there’s something ’bout your love
that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet…
There’s something ’bout your love
that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet
knocks me off my feet…

I don’t want to bore you with it
but I love you
I love you
I love you…

I don’t want to bore you with it
but I love you
I love you …

An anniversary song for you, Beau.  Never thought such song existed.  A song from Stevie Wonder, a song that truly represents my feelings about you.  I really don’t want to bore you with it…

… but I love you 🙂

we’re done moving February 21, 2007

We wanted to do something for our anniversary, so this is it! Our new home is ready, we’re done “decorating” it, “painted” the background and we’re done unpacking. We’re not really done migrating the old entries from our old blog tho, but it’s in the process.

Welcome to our new home 🙂

New Home January 21, 2007

It’s January 21st, 2007. Eleven months of togetherness 🙂

Beau and I have gone through a lot of things. The good stuff, the bad stuff, the silly stuff (this, by far, has been the one that dominates our relationship… hahaha…).  Our previous notes can be found here.  We’re still thinking about how we’re going to migrate the contents but… it’s going to take some time, I guess.

And in our eleventh month together, we decided to move into a new home online. I’ve been raving to Beau about WordPress and finally he gave in! Yay!

So, again, welcome to our new home. Now if you will excuse us, we need to get some things done! Unpacking can be such a pain.

what’s the diff? May 6, 2006

When I first started dating Beau, I shocked quite a number of my friends. First, they didn’t know him from Adam (given the fact that I’ve always dated men in my circle of friends), second… they think it’s just bizzare to date somebody you met online. My girl friends were the toughest bunch, and the ones with the longest list of questions. But their questions were fairly answerable, until they got to the ultimate question…

“Do you share the same religion?”

See, in Indonesia it’s somewhat very harmful to date outside your religious beliefs. Nobody says it bluntly, but it is silently understood that dating a Muslim guy is a no-no to a Christian girl… and vice versa. Afterall, the government won’t let cross-religion marriage to happen anyway. It’s in the law. So to me, when you marry outside your beliefs… you’re an automatic outlaw. How very Romeo and Juliet!

I smiled to my friends when I was about to answer that question.

“No.”

Right there and then, similar comments were thrown.

“Are you sure?” – this is the most popular one.
“Well… if it’s not serious..” – second most popular one.
“How about your parents? Do they know?”
“Don’t throw yourself into a situation that you can’t handle…”

I only smiled and give them the most diplomatic answer.

“We’ll see what happens”

Honestly, I was worried. Beau spent his adult life abroad, where religious background was not the main thing to worry about. But he is now here, returning to his roots, living with his family and is now dating me. What would his parents say? I spent a night wondering about this… about how to bring this up to him.

But before I can say anything, Beau brought the subject up. Suffice to say we’re ok with the differences. He’s going to keep his beliefs, and I’m going to keep mine. Parents? No problem. They’re cool.

Society? That’s another story.

See, I don’t get this whole religion thing. I thought people meant it when they formed the UN, wanting world peace and helping the unfortunates. I thought the world have to unite. What could be more logical than uniting through marriage?

It seems to me like… why do we watch people signing peace pacts on TV, while we can have a similar thing in our own household, 24/7?

To me, religious difference is wonderful. Beau and I talked about this in our most recent chat session. Beau, I didn’t include the thing about government regulations here.. because it’s just not polite… hehehehe…

beau: im so lucky to have you too bebe
belle: again… how did we get into this…
belle:
beau: it’s been arranged by God, beb
beau: so that we can meet, love each other, get married, have kids, get old and fat…and die happily
belle: funny how God arranged this to happen. two different persons who worship Him in different ways…
belle: i guess it’s beautiful
beau: yes
beau: that’s the beauty of his creation darling

I’m one of those pessimist who thinks that there is NO WAY we can achieve world peace. But now I think, if people see inter-religion relationship like we do…

the impossible is at hand…

words ARE important May 3, 2006

Before I met Beau, I’ve always been a keen believer of the phrase “action speaks louder than words”…

…or so I was forced to believe.

But yeah, I’ve never been a big fan of those cheesy saccharine-sweet words embossed on a picture of blurry flowers printed by Hallmark cards.  Which was a pity because I’m a big fan of Hallmark’s witty cartoony cards designed to make fun of your co-workers and friends.  However, back then, it was hard for me to find a witty Hallmark card with just “Hey cutie… you and me, drinks tonight” on it.  I thought it was a very unfair treatment to lovers with wit such as I.

Thank goodness those people at that big card company finally came to their senses.  By the end of the 90’s, modernized cards that bore sweet talks started appearing in the card shelves, and I couldn’t be more happy. 

Sadly, the happiness was only on my side.

The people I dated back then weren’t as articulate nor appreciative to wit.  They, like many other red-blooded macho men, believed that action speaks louder than words.  Well in my case, I thought the actions could use a megaphone… because I didn’t hear a thing.  But like my fellow women audience, I chose to sit pretty and pretend to listen… even applauded when the ‘action’ ends.

It came to a very embarassing period where I thought being romantic equals roses and pink heart-shaped pillows.

Time flies, relationships came and go… and one day I was struck by a thought:  “Hell no.  I’m not going with the current.  I have to swim against it.”  I realized that I was too busy rebelling over office policies using my loony creativity, that I didn’t have time anymore to rebel against love traditions. 

Sadly, again, the realization came when I wasn’t dating anybody.

And then I came across Beau’s writing.  I thought: “Is this guy real?”  He didn’t write like a poet or a writer.  In fact, he wrote matter-of-factly like a journalist… only with that rare dash of wit here and there.  In short, I enjoyed his writings.  Little did I know that about a year later I’d enjoy his company 

Anyway, so we began dating.  We texted each other like crazy.  Sometimes with the regular mushy-mushy lovers words, but most of the time with silliness that I strangely found cute.  We laughed about people who express their love to one another through somebody else’s writing, quoting the best sentences created by famous writers and authors.  But at the same time, we wonder how we’d say stuff to each other if we lived in the middle ages.  We wonder about stupid things.  But for now, we’ll just go with our own words.  

Me – Hey cutie, I miss you
Him – No no baby, i think i miss you more

And THAT is what we call romantic.

Words ARE important to us.  Hence the blog.

*Hey babe, should we start our own neo-romantic card company? Just a silly thought from your silly girl

making out session begins May 3, 2006

They are our matchmakers.

And I wold like to thank them for hooking me up with Beau 🙂

Confused? Beau will tell you the story