married.
I got married. YAY.
February 12, 2012. It's a cool date. I should know, I chose it.
Paternal grandma shifted out. Amen, to that. Mummy's left with only 2 rounds of chemotherapies. We got a new bed! And we found a lump in my right breast. Getting it checked next Friday.
Still feeling pretty surreal about my marital status. I'm married? I thought I'd grow old alone. Everyone though so, even my own mother. Then came this man (My Man), who held me so tight after a big silly fight, looked straight into my eyes and told me, "I want to be your husband." Using the most complex of english grammar he could muster, he sent my spirits flying so high I could have sworn it tasted Heaven. My heart hasn't stopped fluttering since our solemnization. I'm telling you, all my internal organs are still having a big gigantic after-party within. I'm smiling to myself like an idiot just by typing this. I'm a very lucky girl, not having made to wait for long. 1 year of courtship and "BAM!! KEBAAABOM!!". Every guy should propose to their girlfriend asap. I don't understand guys who keep their girls waiting. It's just unfair to the girls. Unless the girls have balls like P!nk, and propose first.
We're still discussing about having a wedding celebration in a couple of years' time. We'll see how much we've saved up by then. Sometimes I wish we could do away with it. All that money could be put to better use, in my opinion. Like getting a cartier ballon bleu house.
A...nd back to reality. EPT next monday and I haven't studied a second. How do you even prepare for an English exam anyway? Haven't written an English essay since the last time I blogged. I am screwed. Oh well.
February 12, 2012. It's a cool date. I should know, I chose it.
Paternal grandma shifted out. Amen, to that. Mummy's left with only 2 rounds of chemotherapies. We got a new bed! And we found a lump in my right breast. Getting it checked next Friday.
Still feeling pretty surreal about my marital status. I'm married? I thought I'd grow old alone. Everyone though so, even my own mother. Then came this man (My Man), who held me so tight after a big silly fight, looked straight into my eyes and told me, "I want to be your husband." Using the most complex of english grammar he could muster, he sent my spirits flying so high I could have sworn it tasted Heaven. My heart hasn't stopped fluttering since our solemnization. I'm telling you, all my internal organs are still having a big gigantic after-party within. I'm smiling to myself like an idiot just by typing this. I'm a very lucky girl, not having made to wait for long. 1 year of courtship and "BAM!! KEBAAABOM!!". Every guy should propose to their girlfriend asap. I don't understand guys who keep their girls waiting. It's just unfair to the girls. Unless the girls have balls like P!nk, and propose first.
We're still discussing about having a wedding celebration in a couple of years' time. We'll see how much we've saved up by then. Sometimes I wish we could do away with it. All that money could be put to better use, in my opinion. Like getting a cartier ballon bleu house.
A...nd back to reality. EPT next monday and I haven't studied a second. How do you even prepare for an English exam anyway? Haven't written an English essay since the last time I blogged. I am screwed. Oh well.