So we packed the kids off to swim/soccer camp. June and December are months where the equivalent amount of a third world country’s GDP is spent on camps, holiday activities and what nots for the children. This June we are not going away on a long holiday… as… we will be moving to a new place.

The.packing.and.moving.is.stressing.me.out.

I don’t know about you, but I hate moving. Sure, I love the moving to a bigger and nicer place part, but I dread the packing, wrapping, labelling, unpacking and sorting. It’s only with the finished unpacking and sorting out, and when everything is neat and organized again, that I breathe easier. Woe is the Type A personality.

Anyway, the new place is all spiffed up and chemically cleaned and all ready for new memories. What I love about the place is that it is a quiet, serene and scenic environment and most importantly, it is very child friendly. Lots of space and paths for the children to ride their bicycles and roller blade, three pools, BBQ pits, basketball court, tennis courts and a clean, cushioned playground. And for the claustrophobic me, there are only four families on each floor and our neighbours seem quiet and peaceful during the few times we went. Happyness is me.

And hmm, no, wedding bells are not ringing; we are happy the way we are now. I am not commitment phobic or anything like that. We have a healthy happy monogamous relationship together, and we don’t need a paper or a ring to seal the deal (I can hear him protesting already :P). The real deal is, I am still having issues. Of course it is no fault of his at all, and there is nothing he can do more (already as it is, he is treating me like a Queen and Empress Dowager juxtaposed). But as it already is, I have done the move in together thing. So, a step at a time..

And I am happy. I guess it sounds very corny and disgusting even, but we are soulmates. Like, really. We can talk about anything and everything and most importantly, we agree in terms of values, principles and beliefs. In personality, we are different, but we complement each other in our difference. What is uncanny is that, he always seems to know what I am thinking. One expression, one gesture or one look, he can guess what I am thinking or what I am going to say. It’s quite freaky sometimes.

The parents approve of him too (and if I might say, my mum adores him *rolls eyes*) Even my aunt, who is a tough broad to win over, think he’s the bee’s knees, one of the reasons being that he gave me a very pretty bangle for Mother’s Day which made everyone go awwwww *rolls eyes again*. And everyone seems to think that I “bully” him (FALSE) and that he spoils me rotten (ok, true). I AM STATING FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM A VERY DOCILE WOMAN AND NEVER EVAR BULLY MY MAN. *glares* *smiles sweetly*

And so, since we have already established that I can’t go back to my “niang jia” should we ever have our first quarrel (I think my parents will call him and rat on me), I decided that my only comfort is to

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finally have my own walk in wardrobe!!! *happy dance*

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Yeah, totally unrelated, but there you go. Now you know why even I think I bully him sometimes I think he spoils me rotten. I think it started when we went for the Sex and the City movie and when Mr Big opened the door to Carrie’s new walk in wardrobe and my hand involuntarily flew to my mouth and my eyes even watered slightly, that he decided that, yes, one room in the new house shall be converted into my new walk in wardrobe.

And so, it sounds really disgusting but I am really happy (I know I’ve said this a thousand times, but I really am!) The children are healthy, well-adjusted and good kids. My own health has improved by leaps and bounds, thanks to a better job, investing in food supplements and dancing (and of course, with Big being a big help). On the job front, it’s not as crazy as before and they are fully sponsoring me for my studies (which means more online shopping I have more liquidity). It is not as stressful as before, and yet the package is much better, and for that I feel very blessed and thankful. I have the financial freedom to do whatever I want, and to give my children whatever I think is good for them. I have fun during the weekends doing bellydance (and if I might quote my coach, am pretty sinuous and graceful at it! :D) The shop is also doing very well, and I had even been featured in Vanilla. I am still as fat as ever and I can’t complain or whine about it as I stuff my face merrily as they come.. But I think I don’t look half bad and am proud that I am well groomed and carry myself well. Of course it helps that despite the fat face (and everything else, hah!) the man still thinks I am this Venus or Aphrodite or something. He is, of course deeply prejudiced, but tis a good thing for me.

So really, it’s all good in my life. Of course, it helps that I choose not to think about the small little things that make me angry or upset, and sweep those out of my mind as fast as I can. People or things that are toxic to our lives, or who try to ruin the happiness we work so hard for, I mentally eliminate them swiftly and completely. It is rather ruthless to a certain extent, but hey, life is short you know. And God knows I have been through enough unhappiness and hardship to last me several lifetimes.

So. Make a choice. BE HAPPY.

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PS: We went to Ikea just now to shop for new furniture, and as usual, we did our ogle and share act. He tells me when he spots a gorgeous or busty babe, and I do so similarly. And of course we giggle a little (ok, I giggled a little) at those whose fashion sense are hmm a little skewed (I am being very kind here). Something along the lines of this. And then we popped over to Anchorpoint where I picked up a superly gorgeous Banana Republic eyelet wrap blouse at freaking S$25 (!!!!!!!) which retail price is S$189 (!!!!!!!) and which size tag reads XS (!!!!!) you can imagine my shallow euphoria. LOL. Don’t get me started about my spoils at Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun on Saturday, shopping from Target, Victoria’s Secret, Silk Naturals, TSS, Lumiere, La Senza ..ok I should really shaddap.. (next post, I promise).

And of course we had to go to the Hong Kong Cafe on the first floor to pig out on sinful comfort food and drinks like Egg Noodles with Luncheon Meat and Fried Egg, Iced Macau Coffee and Iced “Yuan Yang”. I think I laughed a little too much by acting out my “please don’t leave me, I really want to have this baby” act. Yes, we I have sadistic fun by acting out impossibly drama situations and laughing till we tear.

Don’t ask.

And hor, someone was very thick skinned ok.. We applied for the Hong Kong Cafe card which cost $30, and which came with $25 worth of vouchers, 10% discount with every visit, a one for one coupon and a free drink (Hahaha, very auntie right?! LOL) Then this someone went and filled in “married with kids” wor..

Ahem. AHEM.