Up-size!

McDonald Crew: Hi, what would you like to order?

Man: I want a Happy Meal.

McDonald Crew: Ok. Anything else, Sir?

Man: I want it up-sized.

McDonald Crew: But Happy Meal, no up-size one. +_+''

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I told this to Mr Hubby. Mr Hubby said, "The man wants a 'HAPPIER' Meal lah!"

LOL!!!

Fairy Tales & Nursery Rhymes

When I was young, I probably didn't quite understand the meaning or know the actual words when I was reading books on fairy tales or trying to memorize a nursery rhyme. Because I didn't remember them as so violent and cruel.

Recently, I was trying to cultivate Laetitia to have a habit of reading, so I went to the library and borrowed books on some famous fairy tales and nursery rhymes. I pulled out a nursery rhyme randomly and started reading it aloud to her.

"Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run, They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice?"

WTF!! I was shocked beyond words. Why is it so bloody? OK, next.

"Bye, baby bumpkin. Where’s Tony Lumpkin. My lady’s on her death-bed, For eating half a pumpkin"

KNN!! This is so morbid lor!! Forget about nursery rhyme, I went on to story book, 'JACK & THE BEANSTALK'.

"Jack took an axe and chop down the beanstalk. The giant tumbled from above and was fallen to death. 'Well done Jack!' His mother praised."

Wah Lao Eh. Jack killed somebody OK!? In the real world, he will be prosecuted for man-slaughter and thrown into the jail where his ass will get fucked by some homo-sexual inmates!

I am so confused. Should I go on to read another fairy tale or nursery rhyme? I don't want to nurture Laetitia into an abusive individual or worst, a psychopathic murderer!

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So if the fairy tales were true, I will take a fucking gun and shoot the first man who dare claim to be my fucking prince charming!!

It happens for a reason

I used to lament about how life seems so unfair to me. I asked myself, why do I have to go through shits & fucks, just what did I do wrong? I was quick to put the blame of my "eventful life" on someone, something or just about anything.


In short, I was miserable and depressed ALL THE TIME!


About two and a half years back, my thoughts/character/attitude/outlook on life started to change drastically. I started to embrace the challenges in my life, even though I still do KPKB a bit, but I truly believe that behind every fuck things there is a lesson to be learnt. If I accept it and deal with, I will be able to find some means to prepare myself for more of the shits that await me.


I saw this somewhere and hell it is so goddamn true.

"For everything happens for a reason. In the end, it would all be okay... If it is not okay, it is not the end yet!"

And in my own words for the ending:

"In the end, it's not how good you are or how rich you might be... It's whose hands were those who had held you through."

Wedding Banquet & Photography

When Mr Hubby and I registered our marriage last year, I was 4 mths pregnant, hence we made a decision not to go thru with the traditional customary wedding or banquet and didn't even have our wedding pictures taken professionally at a studio. Anyway, those beautiful wedding gowns weren't able to accommodate my expanded belly too.

Some months back, a colleague of mine went to Taiwan to have her wedding photo taken and the pictures were simply fabulous. I told Mr Hubby about it and he didn't sound very interested, so I dropped the idea of ever having our own wedding album. But each time I look at the pictures of women in bridal gowns, I am so filled with envy.

Today, as I was surfing the blog of Kelvin Koh , a famous bridal photographer, Mr Hubby took a peek and he asked,"Do you want to take our bridal photo?" "Yes, I want!" I squeaked with delights. "Then do you want throw a banquet?" "No!" Those delights were erased from my face.

"Must banquet and photography comes as a deal meh? Can I choose to have photo only and not dinner?" I said to myself, in my thoughts.

Mr Hubby went on to explain,"I was thinking about a simple banquet. For your mom."

I was extremely touched. Mr Hubby knew that my mom is sick and he wanted to make her happy by assuring her that her daughter is blissfully married to a man who loves her, even if it means to go with the hassle of throwing a wedding banquet when he is already super busy.

I wanted to hug him and thank him. I wanted to tell him that my mom will be happy as long as I am. And I am truly HAPPY, with or without a wedding banquet or photography as long as I have him. But I didn't manage to do and say any of that coz Laetitia woke up and was crying; sending us scurried hurriedly over to carry her out from her cot.

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Oh.. and one more thing. Mr Hubby openly hinted to me to loose weight if I want to have our wedding photo taken.

Wah Kaoz. I already return to my pre-natal weight liao, what's more he want. I look up, look down...

I think I very sui liao leh! LOL!!

First Wedding Anniversary

Incidentally, the first wedding anniversary is known as the "Paper Anniversary". I guess it must be because marriage at this stage is as fragile as a piece of paper. And supposedly the couple must buy each other paper as gift for exchange on their first anniversary.


And if you want the more glam stuff like pearl, gold or diamond, you must wait for your 30th, 50th or 60th wedding anniversary.


We had our first wedding anniversary on the 7th of this month; there wasn't a celebration, because I was out-stationed for meetings. Poor Mr Hubby! But nvm I got him a pair of cuff links as present before I left for K.L.


Weeks past, Mr Hubby wanted to bring me out shopping to choose my anniversary present but I don't why I just didn't want to.


Last night, Mr Hubby came home early. I was surprised because it was a *forex night, and he would usually be home around midnight or later. We had the usual "Hi dear! How was your day?... etc..." Then I left Mr Hubby to carry on with his routine in his study and I went to pee before turning in.


There at the toilet... I was like "OMG!!! Why is there a LV in the toilet!" I opened the card to ensure that it was really meant for me.




And of course it was! I jumped with joy! My new LV wallet!!! I ran to the study and kissed Mr Hubby like an excited puppy, ran back into the room, poured out all the stuff from my old GUCCI wallet and changed them over to my new LV immediately.





Minutes later, Mr Hubby came to join me in bed. He was reading his book and I was laying next to him, looking at him affectionately, and grinning from ear to ear at the same time. He turned, saw my silly expression and he chuckled,"Women are just so easy to please."


In my opinion, men are so eager to make their women happy. And when they see their women happy, they actually feel happy too! So women, if your men ask to be happy, ask them to buy you a LV first!


Meanwhile, I am loving my LV!





*Forex night - Mr Hubby has a forex trading consultancy and training company which he operates on most weekdays' evening. (Will blog about it in the future.)

Temptations 'Mainland'

I was talking to someone who has a partner who spent more than half his time in China for work. Her paranoia began when she visited him over there and realised that it was almost like an informal culture for Singaporean men, regardless of their marital status, to acquire a mainlander, either as their "girlfriend" or girlfriend for their "secondary lives" in China. Why with the " ", you should know what I mean, I don't have to spell every fuck thing out so clearly, do I?

That someone and her partner have made some long-term planning, but somehow, she is pulling back because her seemingly irrational distrust for his partner might not be too irrational after all.

While on the way to dinner with Mr Hubby, I told him about the conversation which I had with that someone. And I asked for his genuine opinion as a man, "If you are based in China and almost all your colleagues are involved with some China gals, would you have given in to temptation?"

He answered, "Depends." As emotionlessly as I had predicted.

I probed further, "Depending on?..."

"Various factors." He was adamant to put an end to my question.

"Huh?! Whatever happens to 'TIL DEATH DO US APART'? Factors like what? What kind of factors allows you to forsake your wedding vows? Why can't you, men just be faithful? What so good about those China whores? I am so disappointed with you! So you think it's ok to be unfaithful! I WANT A DIVORCE!! blah.. blah.. blah.."

Those would have been the usual stuff some women (or myself, given if I was 10 or 12 years younger) might have said to her husbands. Usually is this kind of boh liao conversation that got couples into silly fights; each trying to drive home a point or to prove some ego issues.

What about me? I kept quiet. (Are you surprise?) I silently thanked Mr Hubby in my heart for his blunt but nevertheless, honest reply. His truthful answer reminded me that love is intangible, not measurable and definitely breakable; nobody, however responsible or loving, is spared from the lure of carnal knowledge, especially one that is exercised by the Chinese "experts".

For I knew, I am not his puppet-master, I don't string his actions, but there are things that I can do. And you can do too. That is never to depend your life on love and love alone. Live your life proud and make it worthy; for you would only live just once.

I treasure the love Mr Hubby has for me and I still believe that he will honor our vows till eternity. But I am clear of my options and I would promise to live my life even better, if ever the day comes for me to become his "dispensable".

But don't tell him lah, it might disappoint him if he know that his 'bimbo-tic' wife actually has courage and some brains, you know.

Mr Hubby & Laetitia

I had never love living my life as much as I do now. I love my role as a wife to Mr Hubby and a mommy to my precious baby, Laetitia. Having them, makes my life wholesome.

They, complete me.

An Experienced Loser

I am an experienced loser. Not that I had always failed or not win, but more of the fact that I had lost many things in my life. Some were retrieved, most were gone forever.

In my memory, the earliest encounter I had with losing something was when I was four. I had a puppy, which I named "Maggie". She was simply a bundle of fur, I loved her, but I dropped her accidentally. A few days later, Maggie died. She was my first brush with LOST, & at the same time, death. Since then, I developed cognition to the complexity of emotions, brought about by LOST.

When I was nine, my parent’s marriage dissolved, and with it, I lost the completeness of my family. I hated to admit, but the experience of such LOST became the turning point of my life and had many implications that followed through me, until this very day.

I was very close to my grandmother. I always thought she was indispensable in my world. Without her, I will probably die. When I lost her to death caused by cancer; my world didn’t stop revolving, and I had went on to live, for many years that followed.

Losing my parents made me craved for the day when I can have my own home and set up my own family. When I lost the man who vowed to love me for eternity to another woman, I thought I might as well die. I tried, I failed, I survived the LOST.

Then I lost my sanity. And with medication and will-power, I fought and I regained. For once, I won, LOST lose.

And through and through, many things like love, money, people, etc.. had came and were gone, although some did return eventually, but that’s not important. That statement might had came across sounding insensitive & cynical. That’s my view for LOST. Yes, you can say that I am jaded, but it is much more than that.

I never thought how oxymoronic life was, until I had experienced the relief that came from the grief of LOST. I am not afraid to lose. But I am still crippled with anxiety, when I have to put up with the knowing of an impending LOST. That’s the most treacherous phase.

Death is inevitable. I acknowledged the fact that it remained as the one type of LOST, that I can never truly win. However, nothing can take away what I had possessed – that is the life that I had shared.

As long as I had lived my life the way I want, there is actually… nothing to lose!!