Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Who's the vainest of them all?
Mention vanity and the first person thought of was the Wicked Queen and her magic mirror. For vanity's sake she arranged to kill and poison an innocent girl. Who can be more vain than that?
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Saturday, October 08, 2011
I don't know how many of you remember but way back in 2005 when I was truly a bored slacker, I did a short crappy cartoon on a rooster with socialist-terrorist leanings named Ji-Hup. (think of jihad) he organized a coup de tat and took over the chicken farm he was living in. Eventually, he met the fate of all rebellious plump poultry, and I had long forgotten about him till tonight.
Now when I read back the archives, one of my thoughts were: was I that free long ago??
Blast from the past. Hehe. Maybe I should do something else similar for fun.
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
I thought of this group and the friends in another group living on more practical Singaporean terms, i.e. having a stable job with a CPF account and concerned with more bread and butter issues. Stocks, shares, politics, gossip...
Over a lifespan of 30 years, I'm fascinated that I have these 2 totally diverse kinds of friendships. In each group, I am the same person, same likes and dislikes, same ages even, and yet i have friends at 2 opposite poles. (literally, in the case of one)
How misplaced I must seem in each group! A boringly married HDB dweller in one, a flaky artistic temperament type in the other!
But as in nature, diversity is a strength. One group shows me that insecurity should not get in the way of my dreams, the other reminds me to keep grounded at the same time. To me, the experience of both these groups shaped my life philosophy over time: to create a stable foundation and yet never let it hold you down from your dreams. Best of both worlds!
I can't imagine how people live with friends who are exactly the same or who live almost similar lifestyles. Don't one get bored once in a while?
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
> I've been hooked on a music rhythm game for a while now, my new guilty pleasure. It's like the classic Beatmania arcade game, but allows you to use the songs in your iPhone library to play in the game.
> I've been so hooked that I'm obsessively playing it on periods of free time on the bus, on the train, trying to press those notes when they reach the precise part of the song. In fact, my obsession has brought me from high scores of 200K per song to 600K over per song. I only wish I had that kind of returns on stock.
> For some songs, even, I've reached high scores of 1,000,000. Yes, I am that obsessed.
> But after I whooped a bit, I sobered up and thought: Nobody is gonna think this is a big deal, other than me. if I told people this, most people would nod politely in my direction, and then go on talking about big, grown-up stuff like housing, most and jobs.
> Because one of the Hard Truths Of Society is: Other people will determine your worth. They will count what you do a success insofar as you fit into their plans and rubrics, not your own.
> Take the example of my high scores. If I told my husband and friends, they would nod politely. (hubby would then proceed to ask if I'd paid my credit card bill. -_-!!!) If I told colleagues, I'd get blank stares and the conversation would go on to projects and latest office political machinations. Tell your boss and he'd ask how this adds to his bottom line. Tell your family and they'd ask you to get a real job.
> Life's lonely sometimes. Sigh.
> Because your life is so unique, so different from what other people are doing, that what seems like great achievements to you only bewilder them. They cannot understand why on earth you would do this, because they would not, and thus your activity and your achievements become worthless to them. It's like the kid who drew a picture of an anaconda, carefully scrawled the lines, colored within the lines with his best crayons, brought the finished work of art beaming with pride to his parents, only to be told to concentrate on arithmetic instead.
> (aside: I've heard that example being used in connection to children. No one ever says we should start by changing our attitude towards adults. An interesting aside for later.)
> People judge you by what you are worth to them. Hard Truth of Society.
> But, as I see it, not of Life. Because the Truth of Life is that there never is the one truth to follow. Just like the early Christians were persecuted and then grew to evangelistic proportions, just like early computer nerds were persecuted in high school, and then grew to become Silicon Valley millionaires. Whatever people perceive as the truth in that one moment is fallible and vulnerable to changes.
> In that vein, so what if people don't see the worth in what you do now? Them jocks persecuting the nerds at first thought they were damned right. They thought there was the One Way Right that was theirs and look at them now, working for the nerds.
> Also as you grow up, you realize and acknowledge that the worth of person can be weighed in so many ways, that it's pointless to stick to a standard set of measurements for all. My boss judges my worth to her based on the teaching I do and the documents I write for her. She judges me as a failure by her standards, by her One Way Right. She's not caring about whether I have a happy marriage or if I spend time with my parents or if I'm a caring and considerate citizen, as long as I bring in the results for her.
> If I followed her One Way Right, then by all measurements, I am a failure.
> Which is why you cannot ever follow what is set down by other people. For one, those rules can change. For another, you are so different that other people can never see the whole worth of you. If you use just their judgements, then you are setting yourself up for failure, depression and therapy when you can't live up to those standards.
> Then how? Accept that you are different. Accept that no one will ever truly understand you, accept that there will be people who will look down you, call you loser. And laugh in those fuckwad's faces. You have your own truth to follow. Play by your own rules. Judge yourself by your own standards. Decide for yourself.
> And in the words of one of my favorite songs in the game:
> Raise your glass if you are wrong
> In all the right ways
> All my underdogs
> We will never be, never be
> Anything but loud
> And nitty gritty
> Dirty little freaks
> Proud to be Freaks!!
> And damned proud of my 1,000,000 scores. ;)
> Sent from my iPad
> I've been hooked on a music rhythm game for a while now, my new guilty pleasure. It's like the classic Beatmania arcade game, but allows you to use the songs in your iPhone library to play in the game.
>> I've been so hooked that I'm obsessively playing it on periods of free time on the bus, on the train, trying to press those notes when they reach the precise part of the song. In fact, my obsession has brought me from high scores of 200K per song to 600K over per song. I only wish I had that kind of returns on stock.
>> For some songs, even, I've reached high scores of 1,000,000. Yes, I am that obsessed.
>> But after I whooped a bit, I sobered up and thought: Nobody is gonna think this is a big deal, other than me. if I told people this, most people would nod politely in my direction, and then go on talking about big, grown-up stuff like housing, most and jobs.
>> Because one of the Hard Truths Of Society is: Other people will determine your worth. They will count what you do a success insofar as you fit into their plans and rubrics, not your own.
>> Take the example of my high scores. If I told my husband and friends, they would nod politely. (hubby would then proceed to ask if I'd paid my credit card bill. -_-!!!) If I told colleagues, I'd get blank stares and the conversation would go on to projects and latest office political machinations. Tell your boss and he'd ask how this adds to his bottom line. Tell your family and they'd ask you to get a real job.
>> Life's lonely sometimes. Sigh.
>> Because your life is so unique, so different from what other people are doing, that what seems like great achievements to you only bewilder them. They cannot understand why on earth you would do this, because they would not, and thus your activity and your achievements become worthless to them. It's like the kid who drew a picture of an anaconda, carefully scrawled the lines, colored within the lines with his best crayons, brought the finished work of art beaming with pride to his parents, only to
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
In the morning, I had to go to the area for training. The taxi I got drove me around a longer rout than necessary. Never mind, he's not familiar with the route And anyway I approved the route. My fault.
Then when we reached the area, I asked him to go into the carpark to let me down. Now this was the part that started to try my patience.
He told me that because he went through the carpark gantry, he have to charge me extra. Fine, how much, I asked
I don't know, he answered, but the carpark charge is 30cent a minute.
Er, so whats your point? So how much extra you want? How much do I have to pay you?
Somewhat after this, he thought I was trying to make a fuss over 30 cents ( which I felt like because for god's sake, you just earned $24 of cab fare from me and you still want 30 cents more for the few seconds you spent in a carpark?? ) and I was getting frustrated because I was late and he wasn't answering my question directly. Finally with bad grace, I slammed the fare down.
Ok, maybe both a bit at fault.
2nd driver was the one I took on the way back. He took the wrong turn on the flyover and instead of going to Thomson road then Marymount, ended up going almost to Toa Payoh and took one big round before reaching my place.
I asked him how much, and he pointed to the meter!
I make some remark about going one big round and he gets all indignant, saying how the distance wasn't much difference, ( yes, it was ) and if I was going to be particular ( yes, I am ) just pay whatever price I like bah. I did, and I shaved $2 off the meter fare.
Well, this I wasn't so irritated because I think he knew it was his fault for missing the turn, and he did offer me to quote my price, if in bad grace, and I discounted myself.
So many times I have taken a taxi home, this is the first time I've been unlucky enough to tio 2 irritating experiences in one day.
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Friday, June 24, 2011
As I sit here in the cafe, there are about 13 people. 3 couples are near me, 1 pair seeming of poly/uni age so maybe that explains them.
The other 2 couples are definitely of working age. Yet one laughing couple are dressed casually, guy in round neck tee and jeans, girl with nice makeup and in a maxi dress. They've been here for about an hour so they weren't in an office today. They talk about him going to the gym and the songs she sang today. (Recording artiste?) What do they do?
Another pair, the guy is in office garb. How come he's not in the office? How is it he's free to sit with the girl in the pretty designer club dress in the late afternoon? Does his boss know he's here?
And that's just the people nearer to me. What about the other guy wearing office shirt sitting at a table reading a magazine? (jobless? Just went for an interview?) Or the guy wearing tee and shorts writing in a binded book? (working from 'home'? Studying?) or the 2 western expats? (don't they usually have jobs here?)
I know why I'm here but what about the rest? How is it that some people don't have to be in an office during working hours? How is it they can work from this cozy cafe like I am trying to do?
And more interestingly: How can I do what they are doing?
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday I walked up and down orchard with no aim in mind except a foot massage. Tuesday I spent the morning with Slayer and the rest of the afternoon peacefully reading. Wednesday I went out for breakfast with FH and then lunch with him and more aimless wandering till home.
Maybe because I know the deadlines looming, which is why these few days of no aim seem especially sweet.
Aaaah, how long can this last?
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
My Quest for an iPad 2
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Great Youtube Music
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
We found out one day that Candle's Whatsapp did not display the names of the persons typing the messages in a group chat. She could still follow the conversation, but she didn't know who was saying what. However, she said she could guess, because each person had their own distinct style when typing.
Which led to an interesting game. We took turns to type sentences in Whatsapp and she had to guess who said what.
Of course, because we knew each other too well, we started imposing as other people, typing things that another person may possibly say, leading to probably a lot of confused reading on Candle's part. We find it particularly hilarious when we use each other's quirks to pretend to be that person.
The following conversation took place between 3 members of the usual posse, and Candle. Can you actually guess who said what?
I dreamt of steak last night.
Was it well done or medium rare?
Raw... Really RAW but hot!!! On a sizzling hot plate! :O
With lots of gravy!
Which part did he swallow?
The juiciest part!
The rump? :D
Yea, black pepper gravy... Spicy!!!
He gives me FEVER
How about the baked potato with sour cream? Got or not?
Yes, with extra cheese
Hard or not...
And bacon sprinkled all over!
Too bad, over cooked... Mushy mushy one :(
Not hard enough... sad... Potato must be nice and firm then nice
Must heat it long enough
Bake it till it's HOT
And must not peel away the skin, it's nice and crispy
And this is when Candle finally entered the conversation......
So here is the following to think about:
1. Who were the 2 other people in the conversation, besides me? ( Of course I was one of them lah, see I help you all already )
2. Who said what? Match each sentence to who you think said it
3. Alternatively, choose your 'favourite' sentence in the conversation and guess who said it. :D
Can you guess? Show your answers below!
Saturday, April 09, 2011
First, I took a rather heavy lunch quite late. I could feel something like indigestion when I was running.
I forgot to warm up. When I jog in the gym, I usually have a short warm up by walking first before starting the run proper. This time, when I saw everybody running past me, I kan cheonged and ran faster than i should have, forgetting to warm up. This made me lose steam faster.
I tried to compete. Especially with this aunty and her husband. I kept telling myself and other people that the main point was for me to finish the race, not come in first or second. Yet when I found myself lagging almost last, I was like I can't be last! I made myself a competitor, in effect.
And that was because of this aunty. She was running with her husband and we were almost at the same pace. Then she ran faster and I thought I'm losing to an aunty! Big mistake. Aunty or not, the only competitor is always myself. Why must I compete with her? Not as if last place will lose 'html'><div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I took a rather heavy lunch quite late<br/><br/>I forgot to warm up<br/><br/>I tried to compete<br/><br/>Especially with this aunty and her husband<br/><br/>I stopped for drinks and broke momentum<br/><br/>Unused to the distance at one point I thought I was going to have a heart attack<br/><br/>Storm clouds were approaching and I could hear thunder<br/><br/>I kept crossing my fingers<br/><br/>I told God let me finish this race. I have to do it so that no one will ever look down on the useless fat girl, most of all myself. If you let me finish, I promise I will run through the finish line even if it kills me at the end. ( ok, I'll jog past the finish line ) <br/><br/>And whaddya know. The storm held back. The aunty and hubby kept up a walking pace at the end and I summoned up some unknown fat reserve and made myself jog. I jogged past them and I thought why not we come in past together? But they urged me on. And when I saw the finish line I ran towards it and I did it. <br/><br/>The storm didn't burst, I didn't crawl past and I wasn't last. ( well to be truthful i was 2nd last ) I didn't get a heart attack.<span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'><img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/></span></div>000000 right? Why do I have to compare myself with other strangers? The only effect was that it put additional pressure on me to reach some imaginary level of success.
That being said, I have to admit it was a bit irritating running behind her. Because she'd be walking with her husband, and I'd think ok! I can catch up! Then as I caught up to her, she would suddenly start jogging and she'd be ahead of me again! Argh! This went on for the whole 10k. -_-!!!
I stopped for drinks and broke momentum. When I jog in the gym or outdoors with my dad, I always ran the distance nonstop without hydration. Good for me or not, it was what my body was used to.
Then after 5km, I stopped at the water station and drank a cup of 100plus. Eargh! I got indigestion and slight churning in my stomach because I wasn't used to the slightly carbonated drink. ( I always drank h2o ) Then the break in momentum made my running lose steam and I suddenly found myself struggling.
Unused to the distance at one point I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I could my heart rate going rapidly crazy and I was like oh no, 30 yr old drops dead suddenly during practice run. Note to self: must train for distance and do not compare or compete.
Then as I was dying, I had another problem: Storm clouds were approaching and I could hear thunder. I was running out in the open. If the run didn't kill me, was I going to have to abandon my goals because of weather??
I kept crossing my fingers throughout the run. I told God let me finish this race. I have to do it so that no one will ever look down on the useless fat girl, most of all myself. If you let me finish, I promise I will hold my head up and run through the finish line even if it kills me at the end. ( ok, I'll jog past the finish line ) At the very least, even if I get a heart attack, I had to finish that damn race! ( notice how exerting physical distances make me overly morbid )
And whaddya know. The storm held back. The clouds swelled and the thunder boomed in the distance but someone up there seems to have heard my prayer (plea) and held the pause on the storm just enough for me to finish. The aunty and hubby kept up a walking pace at the end and I summoned up some unknown fat reserve and made myself jog. I jogged past them and I qas thinking we should jog past the finish line together as a group. I thought, why not come in last together? But they urged me on and told me to go forward.
And when I saw the finish line I ran towards it. My legs pulled forth some hidden reserve of energy and I ran through that finish line. I had done it.
and I did it. The storm didn't burst, I didn't crawl past and I wasn't last. ( well to be truthful i was 2nd last -_-!!! ) I didn't get a heart attack.
In fact, it didn't even rain till I had collected my souvenirs, my free drinks, and carried myself to the taxi stand where I grabbed a cab and then the storm burst and the heavy rainfall fell on the cab. I sat back in the seat and thanked God for waiting so long.
I understand now something more of the mindset of the ultramarathoner i mentioned in an earlier post. When you put yourself to the single-minded doggedness to complete a goal, you put all your resources to the completion of that goal and it is the greatest feeling in the world, even if you don't come in faster than someone else, to actually finish your goal on your own two feet. In fact, you don't even need to compare your progress with others, because everyone is also single-mindedly pursuing their own individual goals. How can you compare two totally different life paths, strengths and weaknesses, and conclude one is better? It is biased and unfair and you should not be doing that to yourself.
And when you do finish something on your own merits, congratulations. You have proven that regardless of what others may think of you, you have that strength in you to do what you have to, what you want to. You do not need to measure yourself by other people's standards any longer. And that feeling of self worth may be the most precious thing you can ever win in any marathon.
Friday, April 01, 2011
Words in brackets are husband's likely responses, btw.
Explain how less time with the other is more beneficial to him
( "Are you sure switching her off is going to save us 'html'><div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Most of you know by now who 'the other woman' or 'Peishan' in my marriage is. While it is a milder vice than most what other women go through, it can still get rather irritating to see the two go at it for 1 or 2 hours. Instead of, say, quality time with his spouse. <br/><br/>Hence the <s>plotting</s> brainstorming. What can a wife really do when this situation arises? Tantrums and tears will most likely irritate the guy and drive him further from you. Hence my maybe-helpful guide to all women who've found themselves widowed by the latest game. <br/><br/>Words in brackets are husband's likely responses, btw. <br/><br/>Explain how less time with the other is more beneficial to him<br/>( "Are you sure switching her off is going to save us $100 a month on electricity?" ) <br/><br/>Make the other seem as unappealing as possible<br/>( "Aaaargh!!! Who's covered peishan in credit card bills and painted them camouflage green??" ) <br/><br/>If you can't beat them, thrash them<br/>( "You finished that level 27 Dragon quest that I've been stuck at for weeks?? How???" ) <br/><br/>Thanks to Theresa Yeoh for her suggestion of this blog entry! ( Yes, I did take your suggestions seriously! )<span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'><img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/></span></div>00 a month on electricity?" )
Make the other seem as unappealing as possible
( "Aaaargh!!! Who's covered peishan in credit card bills and painted them camouflage green??" )
If you can't beat them, thrash them
( "You finished that level 27 Dragon quest that I've been stuck at for weeks?? How???" )
Thanks to Theresa Yeoh for her suggestion of this blog entry! ( Yes, I did take your suggestions seriously! )
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Imagine you found this old photo in your mother's old box.
Imagine she tells you a story how your father used to date your mother by driving her in his Beetle to a favorite cafe. And how the date was interrupted because he had to run over when the traffic warden came.
What an interesting photo it would be.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Saturday, March 05, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
They had a mix of salads and you could combine a few varieties into a tub. I chose 1 with mustard mayo, one with tuna and a hot one with tomatoes. And in order to know why I'm so unimpressed, you have to keep in mind the descriptions of the salads I ordered.
First the girl got my order wrong and scooped a rocket salad into my tub. Small mistake and anyway they were willing to give me a new tub.
Then I ordered a bottle of juice. Which they put into the bag of the customer behind me, who'd also ordered the same juice. Small mistake, and they were told off by that customer who told them to give it to me first because I was in front.
Then I realized the mustard mayo was so light as to have no mustard flavor at all. ( I've never eaten mustard mayo but I assumed the flavor of mustard, otherwise why the name? Correct me please if I'm wrong.)
Then the 'hot' pasta I ordered was cold. Not cool, as in formerly hot then cooled, but cold. As in never hot at all. -_-!!!
I sat in the basement looking at my miserable cold pasta, wondering why I was doing this to myself in the name of health. And then a smell wafted by and I saw people eating takeaways from Best Fries Forever, tubs of thick fries all smothered with savory sauces.
Next time I'm here, diet be damned.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Heres the background story: I'm supposed to go for a course today near boon lay at 9. Thinking of saving money I took mrt for half the distance and tried to flag a cab in choa chu kang.
Big mistake. First, hardly any cabs at 830. I waited at the taxi stand, nothing. So I started to book a cab. At 835 they sent me confirmation of cab no. So far so good.
Then I waited and checked my phone. With the iphone app i checked the location of the cab and saw that it was stationary in another place. I started to realise Something was wrong so I called the hotline again.
Here's a few things about the whole thing that got me so irritated. First, granted that I'm not at the same spot as the taxi. Usually the taxi driver at this point either tries to confirm the customer location with the company or they call the customer. I've experienced this before with other taxis so I thought either company or taxi would call. What I got instead was an automated phone call telling me to go to my stipulated pick up location as cabby was waiting there.
Notwithstanding the fact that I'm already there!
Next irritating thing, when I tries to walk to the location where the taxi was as shown on my iPhone, stupid taxi actually drove past me with the On Call sign! I tried to wave he didn't see me. I called the hotline, they said he picked up another passenger!!
Now Eff it all if I wasn't already totally pissed off by this point. I'm late already, I called a cab that not only didn't find me but actually drove past where I was empty and stupid phone operator can tell me he's already picked up another passenger when I just saw him drive past empty!!
Come to think of it considering how I totally yelled at the operator over the phone, maybe they figured that for his own personal safety the cab driver shouldn't pick me at all in case I really railed at him in the cab...
Finally they got me another cab which found me, and I managed to reach the place, although late by 30mins. Luckily smooth road all the way and even though the other taxi didn't know the way I directed him with iPhone GPS. ( thank you Apple )
Really was damned pissed off at that taxi. Do NOT ever let me see that licence plate number ever!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Something Old, Something New
Saturday, January 22, 2011
You see, I happened to make the acquaintance of another. He is one that my husband and I met while at a sale. I was captivated by him upon meeting and I could not take my eyes off him for the rest of the time I spent there.
Finally when nearing time to leave, I could not bear to leave him to the greedy hands of the harlots around. I took him in my arms and we rode off into the sunset forever.
And hence because of this, I will be spending many nights at home, gazing adoringly at him. One day, I will introduce to all of you when the time is right. Till then, adieu to all.
one's own nest
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Again, another time to dust off the dusty blog... :p
It’s now fresh into 2011. What can I say was the main achievement of 2010? Oh right, I got married......
And since I’m trying to start my blogging afresh, why not I talk about married life for a while.
Ever since I got married, everyone’s one question has been “How has married life been?” ( Variations include “How’s married life?” )
Maybe I can use this chance to answer that question in more depth.
My 1st impression is that Married Life is like Living In A Hostel. ( Of course, I got other benefits that I didn’t get from my pig roommate, but that’s another thing altogether... )
I now stay in a room in a shared apartment. The room is shared between me and another party. We keep both our laptops, our clothes and our books in the room and we share a bathroom. Also we ( or rather I! ) keep the room clean by sweeping it every few days. And my iPod is playing music.
Yes, from that description alone, it is very much like Uni days all over again. :p
My general lifestyle has not changed very much. I still ( most unfortunately ) go to work, I go out to all the same places I used to, with the same people I used to, and mostly at the same times I used to as when I was single. Being married has not stopped me from socializing with any friends, or stopped me from going any places.
Well, it does mean that I do ‘report’ my whereabouts to another party, but this is not forced onto me. Rather I tell him where I go just to let him know, or to try to cadge a free ride. Heh.
If there is a disadvantage, it is that staying in such close quarters with a person also highlights each other’s flaws in glaring detail. When he leaves things in the wrong place, I notice. Or he doesn’t do something that he is supposed to. Or when I bring home new shopping. Or when I eat too much fried garlic for dinner.
I try to adopt a zen approach to all these. Let not the pebbles make you fall flat into some rocks. So if it’s a small thing, like hair on the floor, I just sudah it lah. No point I get pissed off over him over a hair. Or a pebble. I just sweep it up myself and make myself happier. Hopefully the big rocks will not come yet. Or that all this zen will prepare me for the boulders.
But as a balanced perspective, it does also highlight more good points in him. Like how he told me to stay home from school when I was sick, because he never does that himself! Or how he has just offered to send me to work. (!!) How come dating that time never so nice??
Point being, somehow being married just... made him do more good stuff for me. Gawds, should I have done this earlier??
As for me? I feel more Peace when I am in the room. It’s nice to have a room with some library books, a laptop and an iPod dock. It feels comfortable here though a bit hard to read on the bed during the day, because of the sunlight. But it’s much more quiet than in my house, without brother walking in and out, Mother yelling for you to do something... Maybe that’s why I feel more like blogging ever since, because there’s more quiet around to think and reflect. No background noise from the TV downstairs, no nagging and grumbling about how I never fulfill my daughterly duties... Just the space to be... me.
Of course, this Peace could be temporary. Who knows if we will argue till one of us breaks the cupboard door with some hard object. Or if I produce two severe ADHD offspring. Or if the Peace will start to bore me.
For now, I am content to simply enjoy the moment for what it is, and make myself happier that way.