Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Someone once told me it's the 1 year syndrome.
1 year 3 months have gone by, and I am proud to say that we have stayed strong, if not grown even stronger.
I simply adore this man. This human being. Every ounce of negativity do not matter because I simply love this person. No reason. Period.
The nicest thot after a long day of work: "What am I going to cook for him tonight?"
And I do agree that as the tree branches out, the root gets deeper. You can't help but constantly worry whether he is safe, whether he is going to lead a long life, whether he has enough to eat, whether, whether, whether....sometimes the thought of losing him is so intense it actually hurts. Not sure if I interpreted the quote correctly but who cares, that's my version.
Friday, October 07, 2011
If I get jealous and pissed off at the same time at someone's brag, then maybe I am as superficial as they are.
"Oh my son spent a lot of money for his wedding. He never take a single cent from me"
"Oh your house only 600K? So CHEAP! My son looking at a condo...$1.6 million lei"
"Oh my son sayang his niece alot, spent so much money to buy her gifts"
-_- seriously roll eyes. we went there to visit grandma not your SON.
If someone ever buy a condo at Changi for $1.6 million, I say good luck to you. Siao.
Aunty, only brag when you invite us for house warming okay?
My husband comes from a house of braggards!
Maybe I am crazy.
Perhaps the love is too intense hence the fear.
In cab. On toilet bowl. In bed. Thoughts wonder.
I dreamt my dad pass away. I imagine my husband going missing. I hallucinate my brother getting into car accident.
I cried, real tears all the time when these thoughts crept into my brain, ever so often-ly.
I am definitely crazy.
P.s. Have you ever sat on a toilet bowl and rehearse a heartbreaking break up with an imaginary boyfriend and cry like it is for real?
I did.
