Sunday, April 27, 2008

i've been busier than thailand traffic at peak hour. and as im entertains his bunch of pals in the next room (that's one of the beauty of having your own home, 3 am in the freaking morning might as well feel like 3 in the afternoon), i finally have the chance to plop this growing ass down and catch up.

my idea of an idyllic weekend is to laze this ass around at home and do ab.so.lute.ly nothing. that to me, is epitome of relaxation. and so, it irritates me just a tad when i have colleagues who would raise their pitch a tone higher, and their voice a decibel or two louder, to illustrate their disapproval of my staying at home on fridays after school and then, insist, simply insist, that i walk around orchard road to make myself feel like i am in touch with the society. i no longer care to retort- as with most things that i just tak kuasa these days.

but, but, but... i too, can have enough of staring at these brown walls and brown cushions, and may i say- filling your weekend to the brim isnt too bad either, as this saturday sought to prove. a lovely tour around dizzying and charming chinatown, followed by a round of k-ro-a-king with the guys before all of them set to our home together. and it always fascinates me how friends would ask me tentatively (must have approval from the madame, they say) whether it is alright to bunk around at our place, cos for goodness sake, if it isnt already obviously, they are more than just welcomed. its a pity that we only have a dusty doormat, cos i'll roll out the red carpet myself, if i have one. besar hati i, tau.

4 more weeks to temporary sanity and a reprieve from all these maddening cacophony that we have to subject ourselves almost everyday. but as we look forward to our little,sorely needed, greatly deserved getaway with the guys this june, its so dampening to acknowledge the dreaded exams, markings and results as bridges that we must first cross. its almost depressing when i think about it -_-

i also have several diy house projects up my sleeves waiting to unfurl, after im made the great mistake of giving me the green light to play around with the house (as long as it doesnt involve me running to him when things go wrong, he said -_-. fair enough.) i'm so psyched about it, and i cant wait to roll up these sleeves and start...... in 4 weeks' time.

despite some people commenting that living together alone can be tough, i would have to say that the transition being single, dreading the end of the day when im and i have to go oour separate ways (cliched, i know), to being married-is pretty much a smooth one. i must add, very fun indeed. the biggest challenges being work-related and missing my family and the horrid but neccessary dusting. (i hate housework, period. and there is no way i'd ever find it therapeutic.)

if there are skeletons in the cupboards, they must have had a hard time staying hidden, cos we do turn the cupboard inside out every now and then. in a nutshell, the im i've known all along is the same im who i try to annoy every so often now. he's still tolerant, sensible and crappy (and just as annoying) so nothing's changed, really. and quite honestly, i cant think of why i would expect any different at all. i know darn well this is the kind of guy he's always been; which is precisely the reason i decide to spend forever with him. and besides if you don't know your partner well enough, why in the world would you ask for trouble and commit your lifetime away? thus far, if there is a dark side, it must be the times the rooms are clouded with sheesha, cigarrete and stove smoke.
har de har, yana. -_-
and then of course, there are the occassional periods of mishaps.

when you lie on a bed of flowers know you're gonna prick on the occassional thorns.

there's now a hole in his favourite shirt, that's when i came running to him, halfway between crying and nervously giggling, cos i felt like a failure who cant even iron clothes. im was more worried than anything, cos i was really quite a sight, and after he guessed what had happened (i didnt tell him upfront, i hid the shirt behind my back -_-) he was more relieved than anything, cos between having a wife that has gone bonkers and a burnt shirt, i believe he would much prefer the latter-_-.

... and did i tell you i almost single-handedly burn the house down? uh-huh. ah, the wondrous things i am capable of. i'm not gonna share further, cos its much too embarrassing (covers head in palms)

couple of broken glasses and a kicap bottle later, i still wouldnt want it any different and i know we have much to thank for for being so fortunate.

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