Monthly Archives: September 2015

How to make your husband come home early from Work

Step 1: Learn how to make his fave food from his mummy.

Step 2: Procure fresh ingredients for said dish.

Step 3: Bake Fresh Apple Pie.

Step 4: Take a photo of said Apple Pie and text it to him.

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Step 5: *feel great for being such a smarty pants* and watch him drool his way home

 

PS: The apple pie is ugly as hell (I have still yet to master the delicate art of rolling pie crust and not having it break into half!!!) Ā but it sure tastes of buttery goodness.

Friendship

T came over to stay with me for 2 days while Kris was travelling. We had a good time chatting and spending time with one another. I knew her since Uni days and really got close in the last 2 years before graduation. Since then, I think we have been constantly in touch despite work, traveling and immigration plans. She’s going to be in Georgia for a couple of years and while that still might be 14 hours away by car, its still better than 24 hours away by plane!

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This is us, happy and excited before we stood in line for 6.5 hours to see the POPE in Central Park.

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Credits to T. She took a far better picture than my tiny lil camera. I guess the pope was about 10 to 12m away? But even tho we arrived 5.5 hours before he was slated to come, there was still throngs of people in front of us. But I guess I know can I saw the POPE in person! Hur Hur. 10m is not that far really!

First Date with the American Husband

My in laws told me about their first date, some 40+ years ago. It was such a cute story and made me recall my first date with Kris in Singapore.

We arranged to meet in Plaza Singapura, halfway between my office and his. We were talking about pizzas so I suggested Pizza Hut because I didn’t want the pressure of dressing up and it being all official. I mean who has the time to go home and change after work just to meet a guy right? We both are pretty laid back and valued our time and convenience so there we went.
When I first saw him, I remember thinking, not bad, quite cute but I think he needs to rectify that jarring GAP in his two front teeth. I have since accepted them as his trademark “Gappy Grin” and would have it no other way. šŸ˜› Also, his shirt was a size too tight, I have solved that problem. Being male, I don’t think he noticed or remembers much about my dressing, according to him, he thought I was cute among other things.
Superficial things aside, we had a great time over dinner. We talked till pretty late into the night about everything and anything really. We talked about our work for a bit but really lighted up as we talked about our travels, where we have travelled thus far, where we were planning to visit next, and our aspirations to travel all over the world. We had a very easy and light hearted discussion. He was very fun, very easy going, and well travelled. He didn’t strike me as someone eager to impress but very confident, comfortable, and yet almost wide-eyed, at the new culture he was immersing himself into. He spent quite a bit of time talking about his family and his hometown too, which I thought was very sweet. Ā At the end of the night, we both remarked about how that few hours chatting flew past so quickly.
I remember thinking that he was very intelligent and different from a lot of people I’ve met but never really thought that it will end up anywhere. After all, he was only working in Singapore (for what I assume) to be probably a short time. I did not truly understand American culture, and my perception of the dating scene in America was mostly from POP culture. But, it was always good to know more people and share life experiences from outside my little Red Dot.
At the end of the date, I remember him saying something like, “So will I see you again?” I coyly replied, “Maybe, if you’re lucky.” Inside however, I was chuffed!
As we parted ways in front of the train station, he leaned in for a kiss and I just instinctively ducked because I wasn’t prepared for it. He ended up missing my cheek and landing on my ear. #awkwardmuch! I think he got the impression that I wasn’t interested in him. HAHA!
On the way home, I got a text from him asking if I was free in the same week. This my friends, was the very beginning of a 6 year (and more) relationship.
Stay tuned for more #TheBotsLoveStory entriesĀ …….

Poem by Denise Levertov

Talking to Grief

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.

 

I use to have this problem with handing grief. I tend to sweep it under the carpet and resume a bubbly self. Inadvertently, it comes and bites me in the ass, hard.

I would like to think I’m better at this in old age. Perhaps too, I have learnt to adopt a more positive outlook in life and somehow I do feel I have less to grief for and more to be thankful about. This is probably the best possible outcome. I’m a firm advocate of adversity tho, I think it makes one bigger, better and stronger.

 

Little Heart Melter

Today my sister told me something that made me smile. She came home late from work and asked Isaiah if he missed her today. His reply was, “Yes, my heart is happy to see you now.”

Kids, how blissfully innocent and genuine!

Did I also mention that while playing with him, he will look at you with his cute little baby eyes and go, Yiyi, I luff you. He’s really quite the puff ball of cuteness.

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