Singapore horror story

Morning was my first ever practical lesson!

It was a pretty good first time.

I stalled like 5 times BUT to be fair I am a woman driving for the first time, I'd be pretty lucky if I didn't set the car on fire. I muttered "women drivers" at least three times throughout the practical. I am living the stereotype.

Headed off to vote and I am mighty glad it's over.

No more listening to friends who has never given a shit all their lives suddenly get concerned about the opposition parties, no more self-righteous tweets, no more Instagram photos of people posing with their votes. If I could vote for that selfie to stop, I would.

I think what Singapore has on her hands is simple - a long-serving government and an unhappy people.

So instead of bitching all day about PAP, why not vote for the opposition? Two case scenarios. 1) Opposition wins and they fuck up their term. PAP rises back up and we appreciate them better for the work or 2) Opposition wins and they do a fine job, and we vote for them again.

Voting the opposition is, very, very simply, voting for a chance at change.

It has never been anything else.

But then again I don't like change so, my vote's clear.























Met baby for lunch and he had the most adoring face when he saw me. He was walking towards me slowly and dramatically mouthing "wo-o-owww" as he scooped me up and kissed me all over. I am the luckiest girl.

We went book-shopping because of all the things we could've bumped into at the top level of Taka, it had to be Kinokuniya. When he saw the bookstore, he had such a look of resignation. Before I needed to say anything he glumly went, "Yes baby I'll buy you a book." Best boyfriend ever!

We had a little restaurant booth. I was lying on his lower arm and he wore the cutest grin in the world as he asked, "Why are you being so sweet?" and when I said I wasn't doing anything, he gestured to me lying and happily said, "But this is the sweetest thing."

Awww I could die happy.

We were getting a cab home when he suddenly pulled me into this little hug and gushed that I've finally begun to look at him more often.

In the beginning when we were dating, I'd be very intimate with him when we're alone but be pretty cold when we're outside. It upset him for a long time. I never did realize it though. I think it's becaus sometimes he still makes me shy.

But anyway I had a little headache throughout our cab ride after but he didn't so he happily discussed his idea for our wedding. He is adamant that we have a morning church wedding and that the rest can be discussed.

I insisted we get married on his ship. He insisted no. I said he could sneak me into duty, quickly say I do on the ship, then throw me overboard quickly to destroy the evidence (me). He still said no. I am shit out of luck.

And so I decided on a beach wedding!

But he kept trying to lead me back to the idea of a garden wedding so when I finally asked why, he caved and said he's found a spot already. And that he's been looking at it for a long time now.

And my heart melted into a little puddle. 

I asked if it was usual for him to look up wedding locations six months into a relationship and when he said no, I asked why and he simply said,

"Because it's you."

So simply, so surely. As if he's never known another truth.

He happily started showing me the Googled images of the location on his phone and I couldn't stop smiling. No one else has this effect on me. Who knew it'd be him?

The first time we did when we reached home was this:



WE FINISHED IT.

WE MADE IT.

500 PIECES!

In the beginning when he said he wanted a puzzle, I was puzzled (I HAD ONE SHOT I HAD TO TAKE IT). A puzzle. Are we that couple?! But then he looked so excited, repeating that it's his first time doing it with anyone and I got swayed by his enthusiasm.

Now I am no longer puzzled because we pieced it together lol but first our trials and tribulations. I just had to get that pun out there before I forget it. It can be hard to piece back my thoughts. I should kick myself.

So anyway, he let me pick up the puzzle and I chose this, thinking it was classy as all hell and would lend an artistic touch to his room. I did not think 500 pieces was a big deal and to be honest, it wasn't.

The big deal was the picture was in black and white.

Black and white. 

We had so many completely black and completely white pieces. Towards the end we seriously considered just forcing the remaining pieces in and coloring it over.

But still, we did it.

Six weeks of idling piecing later, we did it!

When we completed it, there were three missing pieces. I managed to find two and was internally freaking out that the last one would've been lost, only to find out he hid it so we could put the final piece together.

And we did! 

Wrong side up the first attempt, but we did it!

We also went the wrong side up when we positioned the puzzle on the frame board. Poetic coincidences. He was not impressed. His lips were the wrong side up too.

We were putting on the glass when he started to nitpick, saying it was dirty and insisted we wet-wiped it down and dry-cleaned it after. I mumbled that it was unnecessary and a ton of trouble but he had the most serious face and went,

"This is our first puzzle. I want to do it right."

And so we did!

He fell asleep right after that and had bad nightmares throughout the night. He kept kicking and mumbling and I kept waking up to pat him back to sleep. I'd pull the blankets higher on him and hold him till he starts snoring again. And then I wonder 'why me' and try to sleep without ears.

We woke up before the alarm and had a very loving morning, something we hadn't had in a long time. I love the way he climbs on top of me. So sensuous and strong at the same time. The man is magic epitomized.

What a wonderful voting day.