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It goes beyond the fancifully sweet and romantic photos being posted on social media. Of course we all do selective updating of social media, who in the right mind would still be sane (or insane) enough to still post for cuddly photos during heated arguments when all that’s going through the mind is “Ugh, how irritating can you possibly get”, “Why must you keep getting on my nerves”, “Why can’t you just uphold your own promise” and the angry list goes on.

Relationships aren’t smooth sailing, at all. I bet even when I’m in my 70s, I’d still have these nerve wrecking moments because I’m always young at heart? Of course not, it’s because what sends me ticking off now will still have the same impact on me eons later. Despite what irks me now may not irk me years later, the opposite will happen - what doesn’t pester me now will pester me when I’m in my 70s. It will be the same for him too.

1 more year and I will be celebrating our 10th year anniversary with hubs and he still manages to piss me off by repeating the same mistake countless times, what great consistency. Tell me how can a 70yo woman be able to tolerate this without arguing?

Sometimes we harp on petty issues, sometimes we let it go because it really doesn’t bother us and we are better off just being the usual lovey dovey couple. Other times, we scream and yell at each other, with him calling me names (idiot) which then provokes me even more because I hate it when he does that and he knows it yet still hasn’t changed this bad habit. Though not as often any longer, we still give each other the cold shoulder after a huge argument. In short, we behave nothing like the calm and quaint couple who has been together for half our lives. We are still the rowdy young couple who quarrels in the crowd alongside Clarke Quay river, the outrageous couple who screams at each other in the car, the fiery couple who parted ways in public because the woman still can’t learn to not walk away and isolate herself during a serious frenzied argument. Yes all cited examples are true, with the second and third examples true as at 2 weeks ago. Oh man.

Unpleasant scenes like this, some would say it is avoidable, which I agree. We can choose not to argue and calmly talk things out instead. I can choose not to walk away. He can choose to stop his name calling habit. But that’s not the main point. The point is we have to understand that such unpleasant and hurtful moments aren’t abnormal and that it isn’t a sign that perhaps we won’t ever work out. Else, why would we have said ‘Yes’ to each other?

I can’t give my opinions on how to avoid arguments because truthfully speaking, I’m more of a hot-tempered person than hubs is (at least he isn’t to me, most of the times), so I’m the last person who can blatantly boast about how to avoid argument and attain peace and serenity. But I want to share and document down what works out for this relationship, for us.

1.    “Don’t sweep things under the carpet in hope that the root of the problem will eventually solve itself.” It won’t. If problem would resolve itself, we’d have scored full marks for all our academic papers, wouldn’t we? Same here. Voice out your unhappiness, argue out both sides of the coin. Only when the problem is striped bare and naked then the resolving process can kick in right? Yes, you don’t want to argue, honestly who wants that? But avoiding an argument suppresses emotions, builds up negativity within, then how can an unhappy you continue to live happily with another? Eventually you’re just crafting out an unhappy relationship.

2.    “Don’t start an argument for the sake of it.” Don’t delve into an argument with the competitive mindset that “I just want to win”. I used to be that debater. I just want to prove my point, that’s all. But that’s an imbalanced and toxic relationship where only one person’s voice is heard every single time whereas the other sees no point in speaking out. A couple’s argument should be one that’s constructive and beneficial for the relationship, one that will smooth out the sharp edges that are prodding our hearts, not one which you use as a weapon to inflict more harm onto his/her existing wound.

3.    That leads to “Always listen.” Listen, even during an argument. Yes, it is tough trying to keep an open mind and understanding ear when you’re arguing, but always listen even during an argument. It’s true that they may say hurtful things that they don’t mean out of anger. But it’s also true that we voice out what we truly feel when we’re angry because we can’t seem to and perhaps don’t bother to control/conceal our emotions.

4.    “Don’t measure their sorrow according to your own ruler.” When they put aside their ego to tell you that they are hurt by what you say/do, you don’t get to decide that they aren’t. It is tough as hell to admit that we’re hurt/miserable because our survival instinct always prompts us to guard our weaker side so that the predator will not spot this prey. So laying our weakness on the table for you, that attests we’ve let you into our hearts, trusting that you don’t see us as a prey to be taken advantage of; we’ve let you in to become a part of us.

5.    “Don’t even be the last person who doubts them.” Never doubt them. You shouldn’t even be the last person to doubt them. We may underestimate how far our genuine support for them will take them but this definitely means more than the taste of success to them. Never let them forget how good and precious it actually feels to have someone who believes in them. Be the anchor to their boat, be the sauce to their satay, be the tea to their pot. Whatever it is, be there for them because we’ve all been through that; we all know how depressing it is to be in it all alone.

6.    “Let them enjoy time away from you.” Of course you guys should spend quality and enjoyable time together but this is just as crucial. This is an ongoing and long term investment of your relationship. Why? By allowing them to have their own space and time to do things that make them ecstatic, it pumps up their soul, it allows them to attain their own goals, it brushes up their skill sets, it satisfies their own wishes. In short, it makes them more ‘wholesome’ (like a meal) and cultivates an improvised version of them. Then most naturally, a happy being will inject more happiness into the relationship right?

Unless both of you have all the same interests, same close circle of friends, same goals, same skill sets, same hobbies then you guys can stick together happily every second.

7.    “Never forget the good O times.” Especially essential during the rough patches of any relationship. I believe that the first evident rough patch of a relationship will be during the first 2-3 years. 2-3 years isn’t a long time frame, but it’s one that’s long enough to get to know a person’s flaws, habits, personalities, then that’s when disagreements begin to surface almost every other day. Then you start to get sick and tired of these arguments that seem to become a routine cycle of your relationship and you start to question if this will ever work out. But even amidst these arguments and rough patches, be it in the first 2-3 years or 20 years down the road, never disregard all the beautiful moments of your relationship.

The below will get very cliché and mushy but it’s true and that’s mainly how we keep our relationship fresh and strong (our close friends will also call it crazy). The bottom line is to allow yourself to be reminded of how much he/she loves you, even the slightest clue.

For me, I get reminded of his love for me by how he peels prawn for me whenever. By how he gets angry when I starve myself because I’m lazy to eat. By how he puts me as priority, ahead of everyone (he took a long time to convince me on this). By how he coaxes me because he knows I’m just throwing tantrum for him to do so. By how he runs in the rain half naked because he gives me his shirt to cover my head. By how he tries every means to get me something that I like even though I hate to see him spend on me. By how he boasts about me and our love story to others. By how he kisses or touches my face when he thinks I’m asleep but I know it.

I can go on and on, the thing is we should always remember these moments of how we even fell in love with this person the first time round so that we can find ourselves falling over and over for the same One.

Like what I’ve told him before “Even when I’m upset at you, I love you, even when I’m angry at you, I love you.” Of course this point isn’t meant to be delusional. When he/she abuses you physically, emotionally, it IS NOT RIGHT for you to remember the good O times and deceive yourself into staying and mending this relationship. You get my drift.

What I’ve documented down for my sake (and hopefully yours), we are still working hard on it because we aren’t the perfect couple, and will never be, cause really, no one is.

I'm not afraid of being too little for you. What I'm afraid is will I ever be too much for you. Too much of pessimism during my lows. Or just too much of optimism during my highs. Too much of the intense expectations of us, especially of how adorable our future babies are, of how enjoyable our standard of life would be. Too much of annoying petty questions like do you love me, am I the most beautiful woman to you when I clearly know what your answers will be. Too much of nagging as if that would make me more attractive towards you. And so and so...

I never want to be too much for you, for my love ones.

Still counting my blessings.

When he offered to piggyback me without hesitation through the trail of soiled grass when all I uttered was "Eww". When I was back on my clean feet, I remembered he was wearing his new pair of birken. My added weight must have caused his birken to submerge deeper into the soiled grass.

When he peeled the only prawn he had in his fav Korean bean curd soup and gave it to me lying through his teeth that he has another one. I saw through his lies but he insisted I have it anyway.

Life for me, I wouldn't say it has been a breeze but since my last post, there hasn't been any major setback/hiccup that has occurred to me and for that, let me boast and spread my genuine happiness. 

1 Nov 2015: our 7th anniversary and he puts a ring on me. The proposal was a great success because I was so taken aback by the surprise that I screamed, laughed, cried altogether. The hysterical me obviously didn't manage to keep my composure (not that I was attempting to anyway) despite all the different cameras aiming at me. With our beloved families and close friends there to witness this significant moment, I have nothing more to ask for. 


  



His speech was nothing close to cliche, it was close to his heart, close to mine. I find myself replaying his speech in my head while eyeing on the beautiful customized ring on my finger. 
 

Another moment leading me into another phase of my life. 
The howling of his mother and the pounding knocks on his room's door at 7 in the morning jolted me up from his bed immediately. I sprang up from the bed, to be specific. 

It was like an unexpectedly expected news - her departure. Still, nothing could prepare us for the loss of her, despite all the signs over the past month.

Looking at her still and cold body on the bed, I placed my hand over her cupped and wrinkled hands gently, in fear of waking her up. "She's sleeping", that was what we exchanged amongst ourselves, because uttering that word sounded too distant, too harsh. But that is how reality presents itself at times, isn't it? Especially at a time like this. 

No more witnessing of that cheeky slight smile and winking of her eyes directed at me whenever her favorite grandson teases any one in the family or cracks a joke only she appreciates the most. No more hearing her childlike complaints.

For our own comfort, even if it helps just a little, we tell ourselves this is a blessing for a kind angel like her. Being a devotee, she must be in heaven with Jesus and Mary now, where there should be no more pain and suffering. For all these years, her weakening body has undergone tremendous pain, with grandpa shouldering her suffering and taking care of her every need which was also slowly depleting his energy. 

Clock still ticks, but the livings will always mourn and grieve for the dead. The vacant look in grandpa's red eyes as he wanders off alone in his slow pace, it reminds me how all of our sadness pales in comparison with his. We may have lost a mother/grandmother, he has lost his lifetime partner, his confiding best friend, his soul companion.
Money is the factor, for now, for my hesitancy now. 

With the limited funds, I'd rather prioritize our dream house and photo shoot over a wedding banquet. The both of us only get to go through this once, this being our very own private affair. So why do families and relatives get to decide they have a say in what belongs to us? You've your own marriages (going to have one), likewise for us, this is our own too. How would you like it if we poke our nose around your private affairs? We do love our families, but that doesn't mean we like them to decide whether we should hold a wedding banquet or not. It is our own choice, a choice that belongs to the couple

Spending on our dream cozy house and photo shoot is different. It signifies the intimacy of the couple since both involves just them alone. Wedding banquet involves literally everyone, which I'm not detesting. Just that if I were to prioritize (which I need to since money isn't abundant for us), I will want to focus on renovating our own love nest and once in a lifetime photo shoot, first.
How many months have passed since the last time I was here? I've not lost track of time, merely too occupied with the ticking clock. 
And too occupied with my immense pride. 

No, not only male has that pride and ego shit. If it's scientifically proven that only male has it, then I must be a male. How difficult it is to drop your pride and ego to admit you're in the wrong? For me, it IS difficult and I casually associate it to my "princess" attitude. C'mon, who am I kidding to even label this unlikable and juvenile attitude to "princess" when fairy tale is clearly a conjured up space. Nothing to do with being a princess or not, I am just being me, this immature side of me. 

I don't throw around the word sorry easily. It is a good thing if you look at it from this angle - I'm not that person who says sorry just to avoid any argument when I don't mean it from the bottom of my heart. But the reason I don't utter sorry is simply attributed to my highly held pride and ego. 

A night's sleep is therapeutic indeed. It wakes me up, non-literally. 
A wake up call. 
And I hope it's never too late. Because who knows when who will be tired of dealing with my shit and decide to make a move. 

People may say I've changed him, but the changes I've undergone because of him... I'm seeing a better me, for him and the ones who love me and I don't know how long I'd take to realize that I need to change if I was not with him. 

Sorry.
Sorry for doubting you. That's the last thing you deserve from me when you've never doubted me even when people around you said the worst of that me who was locking hands with someone else. 
Sorry for letting emotions get the better of my reasoning skill.
Sorry for not saying sorry earlier.
I'm learning to, as you can see. 
Haven't had time to catch up on penning down my personal thoughts on this intimate (and very unknown) space of mine. Reason? None other than work. I've never shun the idea of a 9-6 job like many youngsters around me do, because why, VERY few stable jobs that I know of actually provide the luxury of flexible working timings. So long as my working days are productive and I don't have to worry about earning a meager income and most importantly, I'm walking along the path that I've carved out for myself, the fixed timings don't matter. 

Last weekend, I queued up for the newly opened and HIGHLY raved Pince & Pints for 2.5 hours. What was meant to be a dinner turned out to be supper. My poor soles on that platform shoes that night.. Despite how the food didn't disappoint us, I wouldn't exactly say it was worth that 2.5 hours Q because that is definitely my first and last time of killing my soles for food. But after hearing how my extremely couch potato bro would Q up this long for good food, I started to doubt my initial judgment of how this horrendous Q would be just a temporary craze, like the bubble tea craze. 




I had the chili lobster with fried mantou. Initially, both Redbull & I were overestimating our appetites and underestimating the portions of the food. BUT, we were too full to have our supper which we planned to after this meal. 

His lobster roll with some greens and fries. Though the lobster roll leaves little room for complaints, I felt they could put in more effort for the fries. Even Mac and kfc fries taste better than this. 

My pincer that Redbull peeled off the shell for me.


If only the blogger app has alignment functions, then I can blog as and when I like to.
I was an unpaid chef on Good Friday, at Wang Dae Bak, BBQ-ing the meat for the carnivores. Having Redbull feeding me a few mouths of the luncheon meat stew and 1-2 pieces of meat, I sat there concentrating on the task of being an unpaid chef. On a tight budget and with a filled stomach, I had to curb on my weekends spending. Nonetheless, I didn't choose to wallow in self-pity and instead I was happily cooking the meat for them. 


Had 2 bowls of the soup and this big bowl of heaven is worth every cent of $35. The portion is definitely sufficient for sharing. It turned out to be more than enough for the 5 of them, 6 if you ask me, with Redbull having the appetite for 2. 

Wanted to do an 'oscar selfie' but ended up with Redbull approaching someone to take this shot for us. 
Afterwards, guess what? My fav place for waffles! CREAMIER. This time round, I chose orange with (another fruit) mixed with vodka ice-cream. My preference for alcoholic ice-cream has never failed me once. No thanks for the usual classic flavors like choc or vanilla or strawberry. Again, the waffles I'm addicted to~

Burning off calories session the next morning with these kakis. 
My weekends were so packed I even had to set alarms on both days, something I don't usually do because I wish for my weekends to be less hectic. Moreover, it's sufficient to be setting alarms on 5 out of 7 days in a week right? Last weekend was packed with meaningful activities and I didn't have sufficient sleep on both Fri & Sat nights. The waking up early part was a feat, it was the sleeping late the night before part that made me really grouchy for not having ample beauty sleep.

Anyway, Redbull, shell & I accompanied wy for her monthly medical check-up and her bb is 14 weeks old which means WE CAN KNOW THE GENDER! A bb BOY! Now we can buy gender specific things. 

Indescribable emotions the moment this appeared on the flat screen. This was my first time seeing a new life that has yet to be brought to earth. Every thing so fragile, precious and amazing contained in this little new life. I was left bewildered seeing how big this little bb is despite how wy's weight has been dropping since her pregnancy. You continue growing healthily, little bb. But at the same time, try to spare your mummy as little agony as possible. Be healthy, both you precious darlings.

The rare day wy's appetite grew.
We had lunch at Saveur. Disappointed at the basmati rice with chicken roulade. The rice was watery and less rich. Their rice was one of my favs. The seabass, duck confit & pistachio dessert maintained the standard though I'm kinda sick of Saveur for the time being. The downside of having it too frequently. 

Right after Saveur, we Q up for Sushi Bar at fep while shell went for her waxing which is just opposite. By the time she was done, it was our turn. Yes, the Q is always long. But we were rewarded with food that was worthy of the Q. 





Had 2 plates of this salmon aburi. Am gonna try the soft shell crab salmon aburi the next time.

Their sirloin steak is a must try! 

Sunday was healthy trekking day at Bukit Timah Hill with the couple who was late. Redbull & I went ahead with the trekking by ourselves and halfway through, they called to say they were on their way so we took the same route back to the main road. 

A productive weekend. More of such weekends. 
What's better than a weekend spent exploring food and cozy looking shops along rows of shop-houses with back alleys that are worth stopping for some photo-taking? That was my Saturday. Trying my best to ignore my constipation problem, I decided to pamper it with food hoping it'd get better and it didn't. But at least food wise, it left me no room to whine about. 

#ootd of an #ootd







Child kidnapper alert! 


Books Actually
I haven't had time to immerse myself in world of words for so long. All my reading time is devoted to studying and slipping in time to catch up on news daily. Reading news is probably the closest I've been to actually reading during my degree phase. Long forgotten are the touch of storybooks in my hands, the smell of the pages when I flip over and the reluctant slipping of my bookmark in between the pages when I've to stop reading. I'll be back on my reading track after I'm done with my final wees. Reading of books which I'm emotionally attracted to and of course those that I'm 'financially' and 'economically' attracted to if you get what books those are.

PS Cafe only allows takeaways and the limited seats are only suitable for wine tasting or desserts and the Q at a food bistro signified a wait too terrifying for our famished stomachs, we settled for Poteato.
The truffle fries reminded me that I still haven't pay Sprmrkt a visit for their highly raved truffle fries. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that this truffle fries' sub-standard reminded me of that, this plate is goodness itself. 

Buffalo wings

My BBQ ribs with a unique sauce which tastes of Indian's spices that I, fortunately, like. No racist intention, just that Jeremy didn't like the taste of spice in the sauce like I did,

Having laid my eyes on PS Cafe's desserts section earlier on, it would be a sin if I didn't take a leap at their desserts so here, this rich and moist chocolate cake with generous layer of nuts. Though delicious, but it is on the pricier side to me. $12 for a slice of cake. I guess I ain't cut out for those high-end tai tai hi-tea lifestyle. 

LONG TIME CRAVING! Creamier waffles! My liking for waffles found its way of enlightenment when I had my first bite on Wimbly Lu's thick, crispy & fluffy waffles. Never thought I'd find a waffle that I'd like more (equally yes but not more) until I tried Creamier's. 


The main reason why I prefer Creamier's is because it's thicker yet it doesn't lose the crispiness & fluffiness. And their interesting flavors of ice-cream appeals more to me than Wimbly's.


The night got more interesting after our late night indulgence of waffles. Impromptu trip to Bukit Batok Nature Park had us seeing two 'suspicious' looking cars parked at dark corners of the park with their engine off, blinds drawn. Hanky-panky moments. Though the cars weren't 'rocking'. Haha. Either it's cost-saving (than a motel/hotel) or they find it adventurous. Either way, it's weird to me. 
Anyway, we may be going back to Bukit Timah Hill this coming Sunday for trekking because the darkness prevented us from doing so that night.
Never have I been so attracted to an English song the first time I heard it. I've a mandarin song that does the same to me. The same uneasy feeling of me wondering how could the lyrics depict us so well when I wasn't even the one who came up with it and even if I was given a chance to do so, I wouldn't be able to pen down those words so beautifully yet unpretentiously. 

Those two songs, will be the ones we're gonna play at our intimate solemnization affair and wedding reception (if we do decide to have one). 
I've always love crossing the borders to Msia, especially when it's a visit to my grandma's house. This time round, I love it more because Redbull finally decided to tag along just to make me happier. After this trip, I grew greedier, secretly wishing he'd go with my family & I every time. But well, of course I'm not going to constantly pester him to go, it must be according to his own wishes that would make the trip meaningful.

Anyway, due to Qing Ming Jie, everyone was making their way to Msia so we were stuck in the traffic for more than an hour or so. But, the journey was more tolerable because of the companion and random conversations accompanied by loud roars of monstrous laughter. 

Yeap, booked a private car for the 6 of us.

Lying on his flabby arms while watching the never-ending line of vehicles.

'No honking' sign which was ignored blatantly right at the custom's authorities' faces; all the impatient motorcyclists summoned all their energy to honk with all their might until the authorities opened another lane for them to pass through. 
Talk about teamwork. 

This faceless lone ranger.

Night time must-do activity is to visit the pasar malam for all the goodies. We ate non-stop the moment we embarked on the trail of food. Practically non-stop. We kept our eyes affixed to the two rows of stalls, hurling 'STOP' to the rest of us whenever any one of us saw something we wanted to eat.
 Beancurd, cheese fries, ice-kachang, peanut mochi, fried chicken, fish cake drenched with sweet chili, taiwan chicken bun, fried sweet potato balls, carrot-cake, cheese tofu tarts...

The amount of calories gained that night.

This is the first time we saw this stall, must be new bird. RM7 for a generous portion. 

Right after dinner was a search for Redbull's crabs. Spent close to 40 mins searching for his crabs, we all grew restless & tired. But at the very least, the crabs we found were satisfactory, ELSE...

Too little time to eat & shop. It'd be better if we've stayed till Sunday night instead of heading back to SG right after sao mu the next morning. Well, at least we had a sumptuous breakfast consisting of nice dim sum & dried kousong mee before letting the heat consumed us during sao mu

When you grow genuinely together as one, you find yourself compromising (we said to accompany each other for sao mu on every alternate year. Soon, it'll have to be arranging visiting during CNY), changing, setting goals together with another half. I always say I'm bless and don't ever doubt me when I say so. I may say "I'm tired of this" or somewhere along those lines when we get into a huge argument. But saying that doesn't mean I retract all my feelings towards how I've always feel, I'm just directing "I'm tired" towards that moment during the argument. 

Anyway, here's my gross looking heels after the foot mask. The process may be displeasing to the eyes, but the outcome is what's worth it. 

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