First year!
I’m now back at work on the overnight shifts whilst ery’s on office hours so it’s gonna be one of those weeks with sucky clashy schedules! My mornings are his nights, my bedtimes are his mornings… well I guess we’d have to suffer just a bit more before scooting off for our second honeymoon in July.
Before I get to talking about the Big Trip – I thought I should at least blog about the past weekend when we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. Yes, ONE year and we are no longer what the elders would term “pengantin baru” and surprisingly we haven’t been bugged by them to start reproducing little erys and miras. I strongly suspect it’s because they think we wouldn’t make good parents (at this point of time judging by how we’d rather spend money on clubbing rather than a tin of Nan or diapers or yucky smashed pumpkin food) and especially so when we already have a rather mischievous fur ball of our own to take care of.
Sadly, we had to leave the kitten at home during the weekend which was great and full of surprises! I couldn’t have planned it better. Kudos to you, my one-year-old husband! Click on picture for more snaps.
It started off at 2.30 am.
2.30 am
Made love.
3.30 or 4 am
Made love again.
And then wake up late for lunch.
2.00 pm
Got ready, put on new dress and kissed the pussycat goodbye.
2.30 pm
Arrived at Tyersall Avenue for surprise lunch at Halia restaurant, shaded amidst the lushness of the botanical garden. It was where we tied the knot a year ago and few steps away from the actual venue where we had our rites.
I really honestly couldn’t have picked a more perfect place and I knew in that moment, as I chomped down on my grilled Haloumi cheese and waited in anticipation for the brandied pulot hitam and coconut ice cream dessert, that this anniversary celebration had set a bar for the years to come.
It became emotionally and visually clear to me why he had picked the restaurant. Why he wanted us to eat there. Why he wanted us to celebrate it there. It is a place abundant with memories of us – how we were first beckoned into the new world of him as the husband and me as the wife -shackled into one hell of a HDB flat that we have grown to love. The entire place, still, to this day reverberates with the laughter of our family and friends, and just one walk down lanes brings to mind so much vivid snapshots of their faces – smiling and congratulating us on our blessed union.
It’s the place I’d think of if someone were to tell me, “Go to your happy place.”
4.oo pm
Checked out Villa Halia and contemplated if we should throw a party there for Vanshe. A post-neuter party for him. It could fit about 300 humans so that makes about 900 neighbourhood cats that we can invite (more than enough, our cat’s not that popular).
Took silly pictures by a man-made waterfall.
4.10 pm
Made our way into the Orchid Gardens despite the fact that we knew Burkill Hall was closed due to renovation.
4.15 pm
Saw so many things/flowered archs/pretty colourful bushes we wished we had been photographed at. To make up for it, we had our own mini shoot with the help of autofocus and self timer functions. Two things cam whores cannot live without.
4.16 pm
Took off my high heels and went barefoot. Began sweating, only needed a human bone stuck into my hairbun to pass off as cavewoman.
5.30 pm
Headed out to the bigger lawns, rolled out our mat and opened up a bottle. Cheers! Yamseng! Whippie! Still can’t believe that a year has passed by.
Reminisced.
A big red ant eyed my juicy legs.
5.31 pm
Bye bye big red ant.
5.25 pm
Photographed our legs in love so that I could upload it as my Facebook profile picture.
6.00 pm
Thunder. Kiss kiss goodbyed to the wonderful gardens and headed back home.
6.30 pm
Got caught in the rain after buying a few knick knacks from the supermarket. Got really really wet.
8 pm
Made love.
Made more love.
And that’s the way everyday with him should be.
Lunch date
There’s this show with a real whacked up guy driving in a toaster-shaped caravan that’s aired at ridiculous o’ clocks, 4 .m. I believe. We almost always manage to catch it somehow but I’ve never been inspired by his tacky recipes till he made this rolled up omelette a few nights ago. Think its light but fulfilling enough for lunch, and very easy to make and pretty when assembled on a huge white plate (presentation always matters!). You should try it sometime, it’s really a recipe which you cannot fuck up.
- Whisk up a couple of eggs, a small slab of butter and milk in a bowl.
- Fry the egg on one side, leave the other side slightly runny. Season with salt and pepper.
- Remove the omelette and place it on a cutting board.
- Spread over some cream cheese with a knife.
- Sprinkle with fresh dill and layer on top some salmon and boiled asparagus
- Gently roll it like a popiah, sealing it with a bit of cream cheese at its ends.
- Place it on top of a bed of rocket, anda slice of salmon or two.
- Ta-da!
- In the meantime, get your in-house grapefruit squeezer (read: husband) to whip up some juice. Sieve out the seeds and blend. Add sugar and honey to sweeeten it and lotsa ice especially on warm afternoons we’ve been having these days.
Oh yeah, and you will realise this only I suspect if you have your own kitchen and husband/wife, that the kitchen is a lovely place where you can bond with your spouse – laugh over failed cooking attempts, catch up on each other’s days while washing and wiping dishes, and for me, there’s something too about chopping up carrots or cabbages in a rhythmically fashion that calms me down. Kinda like how some people doodle or do taichi, it’s my way of de-stressing and at the same be able to do it with my spouse.
So there you go either you think now married life has turned me into some domesticated auntie instead of the friday-and-saturday-night-must-club kinda chick… or….
