Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Spoiled Rotten
It’s not just the material things or tangibles; Mr. P spoils me with his love and kindness.
I look at him and see a man who would without a second thought throw himself in front of a speeding train for me; whose pride at my achievements (no matter how insignificant or even non-existent to me) rival that of my family’s (that’s what family do, be proud of who we are); whose adoration is in his every conversation; whose care and concern purely for my wellbeing is unmatched (other than by my family of course – see above).
We are not the most romantic couple in the world but in our own little way, we make a successful partnership and are evidently very much in love.
For this birthday, I am very pleasantly surprise by his thoughtfulness especially when I wasn’t expecting anything else since I’ve already received the Sanya trip, the Eat Right service and those red hot RVs.
My working class pragmatism (that will forever plague me) had me worrying that he has spent unnecessarily. I would very much have him save the money for our future property (see I am not that materialistic after all). In addition to all that jazz, I now have 14 personal training sessions (in support of my weight loss plans) and 6 individual golf lessons.
I cannot fully articulate what this man means to me and how much love I have for him. I must have done something right somewhere to be deserving of a man who would hold my hand if I stumble and catch me if I fall over and over again. And the best thing is, I fall more in love with him every day.
I look at him and see a man who would without a second thought throw himself in front of a speeding train for me; whose pride at my achievements (no matter how insignificant or even non-existent to me) rival that of my family’s (that’s what family do, be proud of who we are); whose adoration is in his every conversation; whose care and concern purely for my wellbeing is unmatched (other than by my family of course – see above).
We are not the most romantic couple in the world but in our own little way, we make a successful partnership and are evidently very much in love.
For this birthday, I am very pleasantly surprise by his thoughtfulness especially when I wasn’t expecting anything else since I’ve already received the Sanya trip, the Eat Right service and those red hot RVs.
My working class pragmatism (that will forever plague me) had me worrying that he has spent unnecessarily. I would very much have him save the money for our future property (see I am not that materialistic after all). In addition to all that jazz, I now have 14 personal training sessions (in support of my weight loss plans) and 6 individual golf lessons.
I cannot fully articulate what this man means to me and how much love I have for him. I must have done something right somewhere to be deserving of a man who would hold my hand if I stumble and catch me if I fall over and over again. And the best thing is, I fall more in love with him every day.
Monday, December 1, 2008
And so it has been decided...
We are adopting!Only becauseMr. P gets 12 weeks of paternity leave for adoption versus 1 week for his other half (that's me ahem!) actually giving birth to one.
I wonder if I get 12 weeks without going through the whole being pregnant drama. If so, I second the decision wholeheartedly!
Imagine 3 months worth of holiday without blood, sweat and tears. That's the life.
P.S. I already have 2 baby names in mind; and so before anyone else claim them, here is my announcement:
Boy - Kieran
Girl - Clover
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Nuptials
Back in the day, I used to think one day I will walk down the aisle and be given away by my father in a garden/beach shenanigan; complete with the designer gown, bridesmaids and groomsmen – the whole shebang. Even up till earlier this year, I was asking if Shan would like to be my maid of honour.
Being the true pragmatic queen that I am (obvs), I have shelved those money-wasting gimmicks promoted by wedding industry – very much like my attitude towards Valentines. Okay, I lied. Admittedly, it was the thought of the potential logistical nightmare (too many people from too many countries) and costs (banqueting, hotels, flights) that we have to deal with that burst my big fat Irish/Asian nuptial dream.
Plus I think I am too selfish to indulge in others. What is the point of spending crazy money on a dress you’ll only wear once (Honey, you don’t have to reuse your old tux) and a massive reception for relatives you haven’t spoken to in years / friends you aren’t particularly close to anymore / colleagues you don’t even like? It will end up being a pissed up party and guess what people may not even remember what I wore (oh the horror). And by the end of the festivities instead of engaging in lovely twosome activities as newlywed, I am sure Mr. P and I may not even be on talking terms (with all that stress – me; all that booze – him).
You see, Mr. P is a very lucky man.
I do not need Vera Wang gowns (just Christian Louboutin heels thank you very much) nor do I need a banquet at the <insert Fullerton or Raffles Hotel>. I have also given up a NY photo shoot with Kelvin Koh (SGD 9,000). Though I always believe in the picture cliché (as in it tells a thousand words), the value of capturing one moment of happiness pales in comparison with a lifetime’s worth.
He only needs to plan one thing – the Honeymoon (it better be good baby, just kidding).
However, bits of me are I guess still very traditional. Especially when it comes to having children, I happen to be annoyingly backwards. I do not want a kid born out of wedlock, even if it means saying ‘I do’ in the delivery room. I digress.
So darling, if you want me, give me a continent (I am short of South America and Antarctica)!
P.S. : I do not have anything against people who want the big wedding and I would love to be invited to a lovely wedding with 200 other people (I am not being sarcastic, promise). I am just not keen on being the event organizer. Apologies if anyone is offended.
P.P.S.: Shan, if you are reading this, please do the whole Vera Wang dress and wedding thing so I can be a part of your wedding party :)
Being the true pragmatic queen that I am (obvs), I have shelved those money-wasting gimmicks promoted by wedding industry – very much like my attitude towards Valentines. Okay, I lied. Admittedly, it was the thought of the potential logistical nightmare (too many people from too many countries) and costs (banqueting, hotels, flights) that we have to deal with that burst my big fat Irish/Asian nuptial dream.
Plus I think I am too selfish to indulge in others. What is the point of spending crazy money on a dress you’ll only wear once (Honey, you don’t have to reuse your old tux) and a massive reception for relatives you haven’t spoken to in years / friends you aren’t particularly close to anymore / colleagues you don’t even like? It will end up being a pissed up party and guess what people may not even remember what I wore (oh the horror). And by the end of the festivities instead of engaging in lovely twosome activities as newlywed, I am sure Mr. P and I may not even be on talking terms (with all that stress – me; all that booze – him).
You see, Mr. P is a very lucky man.
I do not need Vera Wang gowns (just Christian Louboutin heels thank you very much) nor do I need a banquet at the <insert Fullerton or Raffles Hotel>. I have also given up a NY photo shoot with Kelvin Koh (SGD 9,000). Though I always believe in the picture cliché (as in it tells a thousand words), the value of capturing one moment of happiness pales in comparison with a lifetime’s worth.
He only needs to plan one thing – the Honeymoon (it better be good baby, just kidding).
However, bits of me are I guess still very traditional. Especially when it comes to having children, I happen to be annoyingly backwards. I do not want a kid born out of wedlock, even if it means saying ‘I do’ in the delivery room. I digress.
So darling, if you want me, give me a continent (I am short of South America and Antarctica)!
P.S. : I do not have anything against people who want the big wedding and I would love to be invited to a lovely wedding with 200 other people (I am not being sarcastic, promise). I am just not keen on being the event organizer. Apologies if anyone is offended.
P.P.S.: Shan, if you are reading this, please do the whole Vera Wang dress and wedding thing so I can be a part of your wedding party :)
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Of the 'I love you's
In my juvenile days, I used to think the first utterance of those 3 magical words signalled the end of the romance. For surely, one party (me) might not quite feel the same intensity and would take off in the opposite direction before one was shot the expectant look of reciprocation.
On rare occasions when I do indulge the other party, it hardly meant more than just an automated response. Some years later, I felt that frequent use seemed to cheapen the phrase and made the one who said it looked clingy. For a long time, declarations of 'I love you' brought disastrous consequences.
Well, back then I didn't have that someone I feel right to say those little words to. Now that I am all grown up, Mr. P and I go through the phrase approximately 3,239,390 times a day - verbally, via emails and texts.
Mr. P has a bad crash during wakeboarding.
Miss J: I still love you baby
Miss J has a bad face plant
Mr. P: I love you even if your nose is crooked
Miss J is bored at work and calls Mr. P
Miss J: (singing) I just called to say I love you
Initially our proclamations were rather gagged worthy (since we say it every where). Eventually everyone got used to them; our wakeboarding crew has even started saying it to one another all the time now. Do I think our actions belittle the feelings associated with those words? No.
I have come to realised when you are in a loving, committed relationship, letting each other know verbally how much the other person means to you is as important as physically expressing your affections through actions. They are not mutually exclusive and so Mr. P and I drops it like it's hot all the time ;p
What I am proposing goes against the dating norm; those rules and mind games - no sex till 3rd date / don't call till the 3rd day / don't sound too eager, etc. Life is too short to be wasted on ambiguity. May as well get the hard part (letting the other party know how you feel and learning if the other party feels the same, if he/she doesn't move on!) over with and spend what little time you have living.
Go on then, stop playing games. If you love somebody, tell them; proclaim it to the world and be proud.
P.S. Even my mommy says 'I love you' every time I call home. If an old dog can learn a new trick, what are you waiting for?
On rare occasions when I do indulge the other party, it hardly meant more than just an automated response. Some years later, I felt that frequent use seemed to cheapen the phrase and made the one who said it looked clingy. For a long time, declarations of 'I love you' brought disastrous consequences.
Well, back then I didn't have that someone I feel right to say those little words to. Now that I am all grown up, Mr. P and I go through the phrase approximately 3,239,390 times a day - verbally, via emails and texts.
Mr. P has a bad crash during wakeboarding.
Miss J: I still love you baby
Miss J has a bad face plant
Mr. P: I love you even if your nose is crooked
Miss J is bored at work and calls Mr. P
Miss J: (singing) I just called to say I love you
Initially our proclamations were rather gagged worthy (since we say it every where). Eventually everyone got used to them; our wakeboarding crew has even started saying it to one another all the time now. Do I think our actions belittle the feelings associated with those words? No.
I have come to realised when you are in a loving, committed relationship, letting each other know verbally how much the other person means to you is as important as physically expressing your affections through actions. They are not mutually exclusive and so Mr. P and I drops it like it's hot all the time ;p
What I am proposing goes against the dating norm; those rules and mind games - no sex till 3rd date / don't call till the 3rd day / don't sound too eager, etc. Life is too short to be wasted on ambiguity. May as well get the hard part (letting the other party know how you feel and learning if the other party feels the same, if he/she doesn't move on!) over with and spend what little time you have living.
Go on then, stop playing games. If you love somebody, tell them; proclaim it to the world and be proud.
P.S. Even my mommy says 'I love you' every time I call home. If an old dog can learn a new trick, what are you waiting for?
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It shows...
When two people are truly in love, it shows.
"Hey Miss J was lovely to see you Friday. You look radiant. So happy for you and Mr. P. You found your soulmate. He's a great guy! Hope you had a good weekend. XXX"
I received the above SMS message from a girlfriend last night. I don't think I've ever heard that said about my previous relationships.
Aww... It must be love love love!
"Hey Miss J was lovely to see you Friday. You look radiant. So happy for you and Mr. P. You found your soulmate. He's a great guy! Hope you had a good weekend. XXX"
I received the above SMS message from a girlfriend last night. I don't think I've ever heard that said about my previous relationships.
Aww... It must be love love love!
Monday, November 3, 2008
The lovely things Miss J does
Being the organised one, Miss J has started to map out our holidays for 2009. Given that I need to see 1 new country each year she has even arranged an itinerary to New Zealand ... somewhere she has been before .... 1 of the many reasons I love her.
Apr 4
Auckland à Queenstown (flight NZD 250 total)
Dep: 2.25pm Arrive: 4.15pm
Apr 5
Queenstown
White Rafting
Queenstown à Te Anau
Apr 6
Te Anau - Milford Sound (116km/1hr 41min)Milford Sound Cruise
Milford Sound - Te Anau (116km/1hr 41min)
Apr 7
Te Anau - Queenstown ( 174km/2hr 32min)Hang Gliding / Sky diving
Apr 8
Queenstown - Franz Josef (392km/5hr 41min)
Climb the glaciers
Apr 9
Glaciers to Greymouth (179km/2hr 30min)
Coastal roads / breweries in Greymouth
Apr 10
Greymouth à Christchurch (Tranzalpine Rail / 1.45pm to 6.05pm)
Apr 11Christchurch à Kaikoura (188km/2hr 46min)
Whale Watching
Apr 12
Kaikoura à Picton (156km/2hr 15min)
Picton à Wellington (Ferry / 3hr 20min)
Apr 13
Wellington à Auckland (flight NZD140 total)
Now I just need to persuade my boss to give me the time off !!
Mr P.
Apr 4
Auckland à Queenstown (flight NZD 250 total)
Dep: 2.25pm Arrive: 4.15pm
Apr 5
Queenstown
White Rafting
Queenstown à Te Anau
Apr 6
Te Anau - Milford Sound (116km/1hr 41min)Milford Sound Cruise
Milford Sound - Te Anau (116km/1hr 41min)
Apr 7
Te Anau - Queenstown ( 174km/2hr 32min)Hang Gliding / Sky diving
Apr 8
Queenstown - Franz Josef (392km/5hr 41min)
Climb the glaciers
Apr 9
Glaciers to Greymouth (179km/2hr 30min)
Coastal roads / breweries in Greymouth
Apr 10
Greymouth à Christchurch (Tranzalpine Rail / 1.45pm to 6.05pm)
Apr 11Christchurch à Kaikoura (188km/2hr 46min)
Whale Watching
Apr 12
Kaikoura à Picton (156km/2hr 15min)
Picton à Wellington (Ferry / 3hr 20min)
Apr 13
Wellington à Auckland (flight NZD140 total)
Now I just need to persuade my boss to give me the time off !!
Mr P.
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