Wednesday, January 16, 2008

there's so many things that i'd like to share, but my writing sense has since gotten from plain bad to awfully dreary, even the sense of humour that could only be understood by me and only me, has now being sucked dry like a badly sunned prune. lost in translation between pages of 'contributions of farquhar' and 'singapore's climate and weather condition'. gosh, ss is so dry.
i need some real books.

time doesnt quite permit, either. cos between work and home, i need my me-time, and spending it in front of the computer, minutes lost in typing something that cant even humour me nowadays, somehow doesn't quite seem that appealing.

i'm utterly thankful for the husband that is not overbearing. he-in fact- understands the need for each of us to spend some time to ourselves, doing our own things or catching up with friends. only a month old, this fledging housemaker could also see the sense in the saying that the allocation of housework could only the ultimate time-bomb. this girl here is fortunate enough to have a guy who who helps around the house (he is also one of the two who messses it up) and understands the constraints of cooking during the weekdays. during the weekends, we are both lucky to have mothers from both sides who pamper us with dishes that are really enough to last the whole week and who would insist that we 'eat some more', thus plumping us up like gretel in that candy place. despite having that much support and understanding, that domesticated side of me would never fail to surface and personally, i take it upon myself to cook dinner for ourselves. never mind the limited repertoire of dishes that i take forever just to whip up. so monday's spag carbonara and yesterday's crunchy black beef, today's tom yam bee hoon.... and tomorrow? .... i think steamboat would have to make its first encore entry.

i still have much to say, and trust me, if i could blog down these thoughts in my head as and when they pop, they'd make quite an entry. but 25 minutes' passed since i opened this window, and i'm thinking i should go shower now. my pink tshirt is smelling too much like lemongrass and limau purut, an aroma even stronger than a morning worth of pe just now.

i'll talk to you again when i'm smelling like something else. butter, garlic and barbecued meat perhaps. for now, ta-ta.

26 years old and i'm finally feeling occupied, like i'm not simply wasting my days away. and that's somehow, somewhat weirdly gratifying.

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