Of randoms and knots

I ushered 2011 with the anticipation of new things; a new house (which we had purchased in Oct), the renovation of the new house, my promotion and a huge ass debt on my head. It is now coming to the end of August and much has happened.

In late February, our house started being renovated. We were seen running around picking out tiles, bathroom accessories, furniture, paint colours and fittings. It was a crazy 1 month for us. Then April rolled in and we moved in. We had found out the house was haunted by none other than a female spirit who had no intention of sharing a space she had had for God knows how long. Unfortunately for her, neither was I ( more because I was scared shitless by the mere fact I could die a mysterious death because she was pissed) so my Dad got a Hindu priest to exorcise the house.

Side bar: I am a Christian but ….ahhh… it’s a long story. Bottom line is, this priest was the go to man for this kinda freaky stuff.

House was then peaceful and the boyfriend and I started our new adventure together. At this point, the boyfriend had got a new job and is much happier than he was before. Our house is still in quite a state because we don’t have a proper kitchen. My Mom gave me a portable cabinet and the boyfriend’s Mom gave us a portable single stove. I cook but with the limited work space and equipment, I can’t be that creative.

June welcomed Pei and Ash and a wedding announcement. I was the last to know but hell, it’s more my fault than anyone else’s because I’m too busy to catch up or even keep in touch. To add to the joy, Pei and Ash announced their wedding plans too. Their announcement made me cry ( I must admit) because of two things; one; FINALLY and two; the age old question of when I’ll be tying the damn knot.

The boyfriend had been afraid of this when he heard about the impending weddings and rightly so because I was bawling my eyes out, falling short of holding a pity party to commemorate the possibility of me being an old maid (with a boyfriend). Then I started busying myself with the planning of Pei’s wedding; looking at flowers, cakes and researching venues so when she needs them, she just needs to ask and I would have it at hand.

When I mention these upcoming weddings to anyone, I have to be prepared to deflect any attention to my ring less finger although I’m doing a pretty poor job at it. My comeback is a standard statement that I’m thinking of tattooing to my forehead “ ask him” or “I look too sane to be getting married”. That should do the trick or at least I hope.

The work scene is stressful, as always and I see pimples popping up on my forehead because of it. Not flattering, not flattering at all.

I shall now bid my adieu till the next time I have an hour to kill and update you on my ever so hectic life.

The stories that never ended

These are 2 entries that never made it here before because I never finished it. I'm not one to post unfinished work but I hate for it to be sitting there, more than a year after, unfinished because I can't recall what happened. So here it goes;

17 May 2010

My body acheeessss… Let’s rewind back to Friday when it all started.

Friday- woke up with a mood of a bull ready to trample the world. I was dressed and out the door and just in time for work. It was the company’s outing that night. The plan? – Bowling followed by dinner at some steamboat place which was a walk away from Sunway Pyramid.

Seeing that management was going to be there, I decided I should just make an appearance. Now, I do not bowl. Tried once when I was 15 or 16 but my parents were too anal to let me go again. Then again, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or do anything. Yes, I was very much deprived. So, here I was again, at the bowling alley, in heels and a book. I was adamant I was not going to bowl because I’m not going to want to look like a complete fool or worse – actually hurt somebody. Trust me; I am very much capable of doing that. I call it an accident; the boyfriend does not think so.

So, after much persuasion, I traded my heels for this gawky looking pair of bowling shoes. Then, I had to find a bowling ball for myself. I didn’t even know it had different weights to it. (Told you I’ve never bowled before). Bowled a few that ended in the gutter. Then finally I started getting better. I told myself to look at the lines on the lane and just throw/fling (whatever you call it) following it. It worked most of the time when my thumb was not stuck in the ball and flew out with a thud on the lane.

I kinda got bored after that. But I knew that my arm was gonna hurt like a bitch the next day.

Moral of the day? – Bowling is so not my thing.

Saturday – woke up early and followed the boyfriend to work. Spent the whole day on my laptop watching movies and playing games while he works away. It’s our way of spending time together while giving each other space. We’re weird that way but hell, we’re happy.

Finally watched The Blind Side and cried. I’m such a sucker for feel good movies.

That was Saturday.

Sunday – woke up early and went for breakfast with Sue. Then we headed for the reason- I-am-so-sore-all-over ; dance practice. Oh! I have never ached so badly in my life! As fun as it was, I felt awkward. I have not danced in years. I felt so stiff. I mean, it’s not like I did ballet but I have choreographed and performed many times before. I envied the instructor. Her body is so limber; she can make a man scream in ecstasy at just a thought.

I had to leave the practice early though cause I had to join the boyfriend and the family for family lunch. Met them at Sunway Pyramid and we had lunch at TGIF. My fish dish was horrid. Ugh.. Is it just me or has TGIF’s food standard dropped?

Cest la vie!

16 June 2010

Back at work again after taking one day of medical leave due to a viral thingy ma jiggy. I hate being sick. I feel like taking a gun to myself and shooting myself because I feel so uncomfortable. And I still do.

Ugh.

The weirdest thing happened. The boy and I were watching Psych and once it was over, I held out my hand for him to help me up. He pulled me up into him arms while the Psych team song was playing and said this. “I want this song to be our wedding song.” I wanted to smack him.

Of course I said no but the weird thing? The fact that he brought up the M word up without gasping for air or screaming “Pressure much?”. That’s good, I guess.

Marriage is definitely on my mind seeing that we live together and are moving into our own place next year (and for the fact that I’m getting older by the day).