Sunshin3

He fixed up a 2 + 1 speaker layout from our tv and notebooks.

We now have a home theatre in our little enclave and i can really be that rock chick at heart.

Sweet!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Old boy’s coughs could be heard, from the ground to the clouds.
His shirts and towels were cleaned and washed with care;
In hopes that the bacteria lurking within would soon be dead.

Old boy was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of medication danced in his head.
And sunshin3 in her knickers and GAP
Had just settled her brains for a long winter’s nap.

Now you know why I suck at literature.

Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day was spent nursing Old boy who fell sick unexpectedly. The poor boy was coughing and wheezing so much and with the fever coming on and off, it really didn’t help the situation. It was uncomfortable for us both because he didn’t want to have ventilation in the room so that he could sweat it out and boy did he sweat.

I have never washed and dried so many rounds of clothes over the past three days. Thank God I bought the dryer.

No matter how independent Old boy is, taking care of him can be quite tiring too and I fell asleep while watching football with him.

But the sweet one didn’t complain;
And bundled me with a blanket instead.
He covered me with kisses and switched on the fan;
And “Good night, sweet dreams,” was the last i think he said.

I am terrible at waking people up as much as I love mornings.

Today is probably the 4582123th time that Old boy has had to scamper off without breakfast and the worse part is he has a full day meeting at some ulu part of Singapore. I feel really bad because I believe that a woman must at least be able to feed her man well, and maintain the house clean.

Either there is something in me that is sleep inducing or that I’m simply fond of having him around in bed in the mornings. It’s so enjoyable when he lays his head against my bosom while I take a whiff of him, stroke his face, and plant light kisses against his cheeks and ears.

We can have the alarm set at 7 am and still be in bed during the above actions for the next half an hour.

It’s equally orgasmic staring at him when he’s hard at work with his hands.

I mean fixing stuff like when the shoe rack disassembled by itself. The way he solves the issue, and how determined he is to get it right.

So manly.. *swoons*

I hope he has a knack for fixing aircons too, heh.

In other news, my assistant has chosen to get the Blackberry Curve for me instead of the 8700 series that my boss is holding (on office expenses of course) because in her words, “I deserve it.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry at this statement but i guess, the thought counts.

And he snored obliviously while i continued crying in his arms.

Last night was the first time i cried during sex.

I’ve been stressed out of late by the changes in my work scope, by the increasing size of the breast lump, by the desire to make life more comfortable for him and I really wanted sex to alleviate the stress. Of course, being the cunt teaser that he always was, he wasn’t giving it to me and i got desperate to a point where the desire just went off.

That’s me.

Too much teasing and i don’t want to have it anymore.

Yet when he finally gave in, i was drying up and sex became painful for me. He wasn’t aware of the motivation of my desire because i knew that if i told him, i would break down and then, he’ll just spend the night comforting me which he already was doing so because we had a disagreement earlier.

And the disagreement was because of a purchase I made with good intentions and I have a feeling it’ll be the same scenario if I am going to go ahead with another purchase (which of course I will not).

Despite his critical side, i know he loves me deeply from his actions. He calls me regularly during the course of the day, he leaves the office earlier so that he can spend more time at home with me, he helps out with the housework, he gives me a massage whenever I need one, and he’s doing all these on top of his already very tight until cannot be tighter schedule.

Anyway, Old boy is smart lah. I didn’t have to tell him I was moody because he knows me inside out although I really feel lousy whenever I am moody because he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and focus on me and then I’ll start crying because he’s just so sweet!

I guess even the best of relationships have their instabilities.

And today, marks the last day of my leave that has been fully utilised either for work or for urgent errands.

Old boy and i have finally moved in proper to our new nest despite the earlier hiccups with our movers. Our new nest is a little smaller, a little nearer to town, a little more expensive as well but it’ll do for now.

A lot has happened when he was away and as i updated him with the current ongoings, he shared the same sentiments like anyone else.

“Extra money is good but don’t overdo it at the expense of your health.”

Other the surprising question on his commitment level, things are pretty much routine and back to normal.

The one thing that i really missed when he was away was staring and stroking his face.

Facebook has this perfect match application which is supposed to tell you your perfect match among your circle of friends listed on Facebook. You also have the option of finding your perfect match among the world of Facebookers if you want to have pan-asian kids.

Since many Facebookers have been diligently forwarding invitations for me to try, I thought I’ll give it a shot. After all, no harm right?

And guess what?

My perfect match is already the guy I’m dating.

Haha.

I really wonder how they compute such scores anyway because i was expecting to be matched to some dude whom i probably wouldn’t have actually considered a match in real life.

And this post is meant for Old boy who still doesn’t believe a syt like me likes a handsome old fart like him.

Have fun in Hong Kong!

..to life on the tiny island.

Batam was surprising quiet for a weekend and a school holiday.

Immigration was smooth as the staff at Batam View Beach Resort handled everything including the booking of our ferry tickets. So in reality, all we had to do was just pack our bags and head there.

It was one of those rare holidays that had events flowing progressively well for us despite not having anything concrete on our schedule. Suite was great and well-maintained, service was good and the massage was erm, cheap. We did some shopping at the MegaMall and located that JCO Donut Factory that Nadnut blogged about previously as well.

With our routine life back on track (momentarily), it’s now apartment hunting for us. Rents are manageable at this moment because Old boy’s a person with simple wants and needs but with the market so buoyant these days, i wonder if there will be a place that we can finally call our home.

Old boy has just purchased a new pair of frames with transition lenses and now i can’t help but keep staring at him each time they darken because he looks so darn good-looking.

Man, i feel like some ingenue gawking at him and when he turns away cos he’s shy, he looks more adorable.

We’re heading out to Batam over the weekend and my fingers are crossing that there’s no issue with my passport after the fiasco at Batam last year.

Tata for now!

Somewhere this month would have been our official one year anniversary. Not that the dates really matter since the both of us have different concepts for time but from my perspective, this is the next longest relationship i have been in after my 3 year relationship with my first boyfriend.

For all that he’s been, it stirred a longing within me to recreate the best moments in love for him. I guess to me, that’s the best i can give apart from my love so it explains the things i do, the little surprises that i drop now and then etc.

Besides, passion fizzles out after a while so it’s up to each of us to maintain the bridge that provides the constant stream of love, support and encouragement.

The anniversary was no exception to my usual surprise element for him as much as he dislikes surprises.

I booked a spa session for us both at the Aspara at Goodwood Park Hotel to commemorate this occasion. Actually more so because i felt he needed a break from work commitments. It was a 2 hour session that comprised of a massage of our choice, the usage of the steam bath, and jaccuzzi facilities.

View of our couple’s suite - photo courtesy of Robert Steiner

The pace was relaxed and it would have set the stage for a better evening if the spa had catered for wine or champagne which they unfortunately did not provide for. Nonetheless, we still had a great time bubbling around and reprising our roles as McSteamy and McDreamy (yes i know it sounds a little gayish).

I believe Old boy and i echo the same sentiments that the pressure strokes could be improved further but at $321 (nett) for our couple package, it is affordable as compared to The Retreat at Changi Village Hotel and i wouldn’t mind heading back there if my motivating decision is centered on the surroundings and ambience.

Other than the issue below and my itchy-scratchy moments due to an alleged food allergy, it’s been a relaxing weekend for us both.

We caught I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry at the Cathay on Saturday (it’s a terribly cheesy movie, don’t watch it) and spent the Sunday afternoon subjecting ourselves to the fight for humanity in BattleStar Galactica.

Thanks to my wonderful commentator beside me telling me the difference between BSG in the 1970s and the 2004 miniseries, I am addicted to the show. Never was I left bored, except for last night’s rugby game between Fiji and South Africa.

Mightily boring game it was. I swore I was dozing off even before half time.

Nevertheless, we managed to kick off the couch potato habit and took a lovely stroll around the neighbourhood in the dusk before managing five flights of stairs. The evening usually ends with a back and shoulder massage for him before i whisk him off to bed.

It’s a simple and unimpressive weekend to some but I like it.

Hearing the woes of some of my married female pals have with their husbands, makes me appreciate him a lot more. Appreciate the fact that he’s different from other males, appreciate his loving ways towards me, appreciate everything about us.

I indulge in moments looking at him, stroking his hair and cupping his cheeks when he’s asleep. He usually just fidgets slightly before kicking me off the bed.

And i guess what a friend of mine said was right; that the power of touch holds an amazing power to it.