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Tuesday, June 9
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I know I know, it has been yet another long drag of days of empty entries. My life hasn't exactly been THAT busy - maybe it was a lack of inspiration of what to blog about since there isn't really much going on nowadays...
TIMBRE has shifted office from our 'cosy' little loft above Timbre@ The Substation to a modern, fully-equipped PROPER office space above Timbre@ Old School. Some vast improvements made were:
- We finally have enough tables and chairs for everyone (the 'loft' above T1 was horrendously small and squeezy)
- We have a full pantry now available at anytime (previously for drinks, one had to go out of Timbre to buy or wait for the bar to open at 5pm)
- We are no longer claustrophobic as our new office has large windows and a somewhat good view of the carpark below, which usually has some fab looking cars owned by rich men
- We are not swamped by files and papers which took over space on the floors and crept up the walls (now everything is neatly filed in big spacious cabinets)
But ONE major disadvantage is climbing up THAT flight of stairs (some say its 133 steps, some say its 111 steps - varies probably with the breathing pattern). I tell you, climbing up that flight of stairs is no joke. One starts from the back of Plaza Singapura, in between that and The Cathay, all the way up Mount Sophia.
I climb it extremely slowly everyday, and even so, it's a feat. So far I have climbed it twice. Once, when I was climbing, my iPod actually played The Climb by Miley Cyrus!!! I groaned with the chore of the uphill scale plus the sheer irony of it all.
I expect to get better at it as the days pass. Therefore, I absolutely do not wear heels to work unless I'm going to be driven. Should I miss a footing and fall down that flight of stairs..
That shall be the end of me.
One more good thing that's happening is that my cute little Truffle is recovering very well! She now walks with a less drunken swagger, she can balance herself pretty well, she can eat on her own, do her kitty business on her own, she can MEOW damn loudly and she can jump up beds!
I feel that she is going to remain at this kitten size and not grow anymore. When Cadbury was her age - 9 months - he was certainly much bigger than Truffle is now. So was Strudel.
Remaining at kitten size can be cute in a way. And she's becoming very pretty! Her eyes are still blue and her face is slim like a Siamese cat's.
Damn cute.
I have not been going for my follow ups. Perhaps I now have developed a phobia of seeing the doctor because there is nothing but pain when I see him. I was supposed to go this morning but I skipped it because...I feel well!
And it's at 9am...so early. And I don't want to go alone. The Boyfriend is not free to accompany me and I don't want to trouble my mother to take leave from work.
I promise I will go when someone is free to accompany me. Or when I feel sick again. Whichever comes first.
I also have not clubbed since October last year. That's like 8 months!!! I could have a baby already.
I feel like some hermit in a shell. The clubs are calling out to me already. I feel the urge coming. I keep asking The Boyfriend to come clubbing with me but he's just not the clubbing sort. And besides, clubbing is kinda boring when there are so many better ways to spend my time. Such as curling up with a good bottle of wine and a great movie at home. And lots of chocolate.
And anyway I have only JUST resumed my right to alcohol because my medication has ended. But I still feel tired very easily. BUT I think the time is coming. Real soon.
One more good thing is that although I have only been with The Boyfriend for what, 4 months?, I feel that I've known him for years. Perhaps it's the fact that we spend every possible moment together (except for Friday nights, when he HAS to play tennis with his BFF) and he loves to talk to me (although sometimes I'm like, spacing out. I always feel like I'm in a dream and everything around me is woozy).
And he's finally let go of his insecurities. Which means we're a very happy and peaceful couple with no quarrels!
AND when everything is out of the way and two people can have a blossoming relationship in which they both grow emotionally and look towards the future and be part of each other's lives, only then will the flowers bloom.
It is like a garden which was intended to grow a bed of roses. Along the way, weeds grew and the roses never stopped having thorns which pricked flesh and made it bleed. Hence the roses were constantly trampled on or doused with poisonous insecticides and too much of it would cause the garden to merely die. But by understanding that roses must have thorns and that weeds can be gotten rid of by merely plucking them away when they grow, the roses could see the sunlight and be healthy.
Ok I don't know what made me use the analogy of 'A Bed Of Roses' but I did - so stop laughing.
Specifically referring to my relationship with The Boyfriend, the garden with the bed of roses was his dream, his fantasy and his expectation. He thought that a relationship was easy and as long as we loved each other and were fully committed then nothing would go wrong.
Little did he expect that my past would return to haunt him - in reference to the thorns. It got so bad to a point that I could say no more. Besides, I'm not very good at comforting people (according to him it's because I'm the First Child and I'm spoilt, therefore never had to comfort people; I'm bossy, I'm stubborn, that's why I just order him to forget about it and move on; and I can't help but to agree. I really don't know how to comfort him for even he knows it comes within himself.)
The weeds were created by The Boyfriend, signifying ex-crushes or girls who were interested in him. He got rid of all of them one day, which some how made it worse because they came back and demanded why he got rid of them.
But now all is well because roses will always have thorns just like how my past will always be part of me. Weeds will always be there because some people will never be automatic enough to know when they're not needed or wanted in someone else's life. But the roses still grow and everyone is happy.
And therefore, I have come to appreciate The Boyfriend alot more for who he is, especially when it comes to the following:
- His V-lines
- His willingness to buff up when I suggested that he do so, and now his pecs are wonderfully cushiony
- His metrosexuality which involves many things including: Buying hundreds of dollars worth of facial products for me and using them as well, going for facials and massages with me, loving to have his eyebrows plucked/shaved and knowing how to wax
- His philosophy of "My Money, Your Money. Your Money, is still Your Money." And elaborates by paying for almost everything.
- He believes that watching porn is like cheating on his girlfriend and hence, does not watch porn (or tries not to).
- Aunties think he's cute
- We love the same kinds of food
- He believes that some girls are indeed interested in him and is ever-so-willing to cut them out of his life.
- He can use his charm and make me laugh when I'm super grouchy (which doesn't happen often but when it does it's a huge bomb).
- My animals adore him
- He's good with kids
- He can take my daily complaints and even make it seem like a joke
- He can sing and therefore, serenade me
- He's like the perfect Prince Charming (sensitive, romantic, understanding, good-looking, able to carry heavy shopping bags) except that he has a HUGE ego, but I can withstand that.
WEE quite happy with that.
Tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
Tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.
She wants to touch me wa hoo
She wants to love me wa hoo,
She'll never leave me wa hoo hoo hoo
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Cuz the ho wont trust me
the angels they burn inside for us|1:38:00 AM|
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