On Christmas Day when we were having a pre-movie quick dinner at Mos Burger

Me: Hey, I’m surprised that you didn’t order fries.

Him: I don’t like their fries.

Me: Why not?

Him: I just never did like their fries.

Me: Why? I love their fries. Maybe you only like skinny fries.

Him: Yes, I have a thing for skinny fries.

Me: Oh hur hur, very funny. Well, it’s a good thing that I like fat fries then.

Him: That’s why we are here having this conversation.

Me: And what a stimulating conversation it is!

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On the night of Boxing Day, while watching The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. We are laughing uproariously…

Me: (lets out a tiny fart) Damn! Pregnancy is so unglamorous. I keep having these little farts these days when I laugh.

Him: It’s okay. That’s what I do to you too.

Me: THE FUCK?!?!

Him: You mean you never noticed?

Me: NO!!

Him: Oh.

Me: You are such an arsehole.

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Happy 12th anniversary to my love.
This time next year, it will be you, me and a little somebody.
In the meantime, I am happy to have had you all to myself for the past 12 years.

Photo taken during our trash the dress shoot by the awesome Alywin

This year, Christmas has come a little later to east end.

We’ve been both so busy, our weekends have been completely booked solid in November and December. It’s just madness, really. Where has the year gone?

Another reason why we are a little tardy with the tree is because we decided to do away with our fake plastic tree and get a real pine one from Ikea. The fake tree was driving us up the wall: setting up was a pain, it was dusty and disgusting from the previous year and it kept shedding even though it wasn’t alive. Gah!

The real thing only arrived in Ikea at the start of December and we had it delivered around mid-month. And then we were so swamped, we took a while to put up the decorations.

So here you go, a little slice of Christmas in our home.

Christmas has finally come home to us.

This post is a little outdated, considering that the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon has been over for at least a week and a half. But hey, accolades are meant to withstand the test of time so better late than never!

So earlier in the year, I decided to sign up husband for the half marathon. Yes, you heard me right. He’s been bragging that 10km races are no longer incentives for him to train because he can simply run with little preparation so I thought it a fab idea to put his money where his mouth is. Except that it was MY money because I PAID for his registration.

As expected, the man had so little training, I was genuinely worried about him running the race at all. I mean, he is no spring chicken and he’s going to run from Sentosa to the Padang? Hmm. But he was all gungho and confident about it so the plan was for him to go forth and run without killing himself.

He actually completed the damn thing! Granted, he jogged for the first 10km (operative word being JOGGED, seeing how he actually could stop and take touristy snaps with Speedy Gonzales at Universal Studios Singapore) and took a leisurely stroll for the remaining distance. But he didn’t utilise the $10 note that he had stashed in his pocket for emergency cab fare so hurray for him!

Perhaps the full marathon next year then?

One night before bedtime…

(No, this is strictly non-scandalous in nature. Definitely safe for work)

Me: Can you read a story to your kid? He hears my voice throughout the day, we should let him get used to yours.

Him: Okay. What shall I read to him?

Me: The Dr Seuss book that Yi Lin bought for him?

Him: So boring. Mmm… (starts mucking around on his iPhone)

This was what happened next:

(When the story ended…)

Me: Read something else?

Him: Okay.

And then:

Him: Hey boy boy! Your mommy tweeted about me!

Me: Stop calling him boy boy! That’s damn gross. Or worse, “boi boi”.

Him: (ignores me and continues flicking on his iPhone screen)

And then suddenly:

Don’t know what The Tunnel is? Here it is and remember to turn up the volume. Don’t say I didn’t share a good thing with you.

En route to a wedding luncheon, Oct 2011

With the impending arrival of our Tiny Human, it’s all too easy to forget that at the heart of it all, we are still us.

Kids will grow up, get married, move out and have their own lives. But me and him, we are in for the long haul, till death do us part was the promise we made.

So amidst all that talk about the nugget and how excited we are to become parents, I must remember to hold on to the fact that I am his wife and he is my beloved.

We are not perfect beings but we are perfect for each other. And that’s all it matters.