Friday, February 26, 2010
No-baked oatmeal chocolate cookie that I made in half hour while waiting for the man to return home.. Tastes like snickers! =p Darn sinful too...
Prepared a box of 3 cookies to bring home for the family, but silly me forgot to bring it out this morn..argh..
I'm so excited the weekend is coming... The weekdays seem longer now dat we're on our own.. Never enough sleep..neverending housework.. And with the tv wholly ours to watch, we're spending more time in front of the big box rather than the lappy!
Strawberry jelly hearts cheesecake and pork chop coming up! Teehee! Mayb I should take up cooking as a hobby and stop polluting my own mind with external factors..then I prob won't feel so lousy..
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I feel so blessed that I married a man who loves me and also willing
to go thru hardships and distance with me. Even when I rant and
complain endlessly he'll still lend his ear to me.
Who's willing to clean up the kitchen for me after I cook? Who'll
bring painkillers for me when my back acts up? Who'll still pick up my
call even when he's terribly busy with work? I can't even promise I'll
do all that he did. Who can handle such an emo person as a wife? I
definitely can't.No 1-carat diamond, no red roses on special days, no branded bags, but
I have all that I need from him. His love.
He's my only skinny pillar left keeping me sane.
Happy 21 months of marriage my dear.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Why the fuck do I even bother?I came home to sit in front of the tv for 3 hours watching serials I
dun like.
I finished up the bee hoon soup even though I was darn full just becus
she cooked it for me.
I bowed to them 3 times on my big day even though I thought it was for
the dead but did it anyway becus they said it's for respect.
I stayed home way past my intended time becus she was alone at home.
But why do I even bother? She doesn't appreciate it. She only sees
what I DID NOT do.
Maybe I shouldn't come home too often. It always doesn't end well.
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Friday, February 12, 2010
I really hate to engage in incessant and redundant chatter.. I prefer
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Friday, February 05, 2010
I feel like a homeless kid with 6 tops, 2 bottoms, 1 dress, knee
guard, socks, undergarments, rebecca's pack of 10 dvds, redundant make
up, eye creams, body lotion, hand lotion, brolly, perfume, 40 masks,
sandals, eye makeup remover, glucosamine, 1 bottle of tense-up, bacon
bits and god knows wad else in 3 bags on board bus 82, with no
available cab in sight.Do I seriously need all these with me? No. Do I desperately need to
get out of the place I once called home? Yes.
Is it just me or what?
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