As if getting my salary from my evasive ex-manager and seeing my name transcend a byline and into an "editor's note" wasn't enough, the tip of my cherry came when I unlocked a new record for my headstand — 5 SECONDS AND COUNTING!
This pose eludes me almost as much as my ex-manager did and I was gonna give up on it. I had no illusions of mastering it anytime soon. But my baby brother convinced me to try it on the bed and holy shit IT WORKED.
And such great form and fall no less!
I was telling my sister that our baby brother is the best of us, cause there are poses I cannot do and poses she cannot do, but my baby brother bridges it nicely by being able to do everything in between. So here is him and the sister in a flawless wheel:
And me and him again in tripod, which he preferred:
Sigh I am getting fat.
Waited around for Gabriel to finally wake up and we headed to Sentosa!
We got into a fight over a meetup and I was doubly pissed at him because he was ruining my brilliant day. As a result, I refused all his kindness afterwards, even though I truly was surprised that this time, he was willing to let down his ego so quickly.
I eventually flipped and knocked down a couple of pails and a ladder and my man, my wonderful man, he picked up the pails, set them upright in front of me again and waited for me to knock them over again.
The last of my rage led to me giving him back the ring because I didn't want to wear it right now. And that was the only time he went icy-cold, asking if that meant I wanted a breakup and if I didn't, I should never do that again.
We resolved it and I asked him afterwards why he was so forgiving and tolerant this time.
He answered very simply,
"Because I want to make you my wife."
How can I not love a man like that?
We made our way to the luge, to which he lost twice because I AM FOREVER UNBEATABLE. Also because I'm much lighter than him so my ride glided like silk. He got adorably annoyed and so we killed the idea of a 3rd and went for dinner.
I think every day out with him is an adventure.
For instance, we had lunch at Soup Restaurant. If you know me, you'd know I'm notoriously Western with my food choices. I eat live breathe fish and chips. I would sooner chicken chop myself to death than suffer a day with Hokkien mee.
So when our Samui Ginger Chicken (the extent of my lack of knowledge stretches to how I don't even know what we ordered, I had to Google) came, I just picked a slice and ate it, unimpressed.
He wore the most horrified look on his face and insisted I eat it "the lettuce way". I told him I'd rather eat the spoon. I don't eat vegetables, which means I am the 1% anomaly disproving that vegetables give you flawless complexion — it's actually just superior, height-lacking genes.
So I watched him carefully tear a leaf of lettuce, gingerly (heh heh) picking up a slice of chicken, saturating it generously in the ginger schmuck, and then carefully wrap it up before happily chomping it down.
What an interesting way to eat. No wonder the Chinese comes up tops in everything. We have to make everything more unnecessarily hardworking and difficult than it is.
I started to help him with the wrappings but if you know me, you'd know I'm a woman with little patience. I want things done fast, efficiently, and not necessarily accurately. Which led to at least three failed wrappings.
He criticized the first and when I threatened to not breathe (I hold my breath and bloat my cheeks when I'm angry. I only breathe again when he apologizes), he decided anatomically-uneven wrappings were the way to go.
We headed out for a walk. The closer it gets to his long sail, the more frequently it crosses my mind. I'd hold him and start to cry out of nowhere and he'd ask what's wrong and figure it out and I can't imagine not having this for three months.
We went home and I had to wait for him while he went downstairs to get something. I pretended to be asleep and when he came out, he lovingly climbed on top of me and asked if I was asleep, then kissed me awake anyway :)
Three months without this.
Sigh.
I forgot how the rest of the night passed. I might have asked for a snack and he might have dragged himself out of bed just to make toast and please me. Sometimes I marvel at what a crazily dedicated boyfriend he's become. How very glad I am that I hung on till now.
He set up Kungfu Panda and I thought of what my sister said, about how Gabriel is pretty much Phil and I'm Claire. And how he's already ready to be a dad because all he wants to do is laze around and watch family movies, just like my actual dad.
What a very lucky girl I am.
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