Evil Morris

I didn't sleep last night, and it's all Morris' fault.
Glory woke up screaming n crying, insisting there was a spider on her bed.
"Spider! Spider!" she cried, pointing to a corner of her bed,"There, on my bed!"

She had gathered her precious bed-things (a Hamtaro cushion, a doggy, a Barney balloon, two pillows n two blankies)  in a pile, as far away as possible from the corner where the spider was allegedly lurking.
She stared at the corner with fear written all over her face, looking so trumatized that I knew it wasn't merely a ploy to get me to come over to her room.

Yet, even if there was a spider, it didn't seem likely that she would have seen it.  Her room was dark, and her bed was crowded, to put it mildly. A spider could technically go unnoticed in her storeroom bed. Unless it was one of those big hairy seriously scary spider, and it walked right over Glory, waking her up!

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Could this creature be lurking in my baby's room????

As I searched her bed and under the mattress, I asked her more about the spider.
Me: Is the spider big or small?
G: the spider is big.
Me: how big is it? Show me with your hands.

Glory indicated a cat sized spider.

And added that it is yellow, with red eyes.

Cheh. Dream nia.

I wanted her to have an avenue to release her fears, so i let her tell me more.

Glory informed me that, apparently, we are supposed to cover our noses when a fierce spider is near.
I was feeling pleased... wow, at 2-and-a-half, Glory is so smart to imagine that these mean fierce spiders knew how to tunnel into our bodies to inflict maximum damage! Wa, during Red Cliff era she would be like ZhuGeLiang can?

But it turns out that it's just that fierce spiders like to hit people's noses.
(facepalm)

Anyway, Glory was particularly upset that the spider did not apologise to her after hitting her nose.
(double facepalm)

Oh, and the spider has a name too.

Morris.

And by the time she filled me in on the various details of Morris the Spider, morning has broken.

Sigh.

And i thought sleepless nights were a thing of the past.

11.11.2010

Another year passed... we're a four-year-old family!
People say time passes fast when you're having fun.
It has been 4 years, and to be very frank, it feels like we've been married longer than that.
So according to that theory, if i feel like we've been married longer than we actually have, it's supposed to mean we're not having fun?
:O
uh-ooooohhhh.....

To set things straight, i definitely enjoy being married to Munch.
I enjoy the companionship, i enjoy the understanding and trust and stability.
I appreciate that however awful and ugly and jaded i feel, he still believes in me and trusts and encourages me.
I love that he knows me so well, he can anticipate how i'd react, what i'd feel, what i'd need.
I love that he spends time with the girls, that he enjoys them and loves them, and is a real father.
Between being married and not, i'd definitely choose being married.

When i was a teenager, i devised a (what i thot was) brilliant True Love test: If you could have ANYBODY in the world - dead, alive, fantasy, pop star who doesn't know you, any of your ex-es... - would you still be with the person you are with? My logic was that if you'd rather have someone else, you're only "making do" with whoever you have.
DUH. 
but i thought it was a brilliant test, (and heck, i still think it's brilliant now)
And yes, Munch passes my True Love test.
He beats Aladdin with the flying carpet, and all the promises of adventure and those sparkly cheeky eyes.
He beats Aaron Kwok. (Oh yes, you lost, Aaron, the moment you donned those red fireman costume and danced like a gigolo.)
He beats Beckham. (ok, now thinking back, i have no idea why i had a wedding ceremony with his poster in VJ canteen. must be the poor company i kept. hp married giggs. oh wait don't tell danny.)
He beats Dao Ming Si - (helped partially by Season Two's development).
He beats the Ex-es (cannot elaborate)
He beats even the epitome of the Strong Silent Man... Captain Von Trapp.

omg check out those piercing deep-set eyes... the thin sexy lips... the too-tough, edgy, stern demeanor... ok stop stop STOP!

Point is, if all the aforementioned characters were available and pursuing me (muahahah, i said "if" already la!) i would still choose to marry munch... Which is a big deal ok. If you still don't think it's a big deal, go and watch Aladdin again and then stare into Captain Von Trapp's eyes for 20 minutes, then come back and continue reading.
Still don't think it's a big deal? Ok imagine you are, say, the lead female character in Meteor Garden. So after all the macho things that DMS did for you like allowing gangsters to beat him to a pulp so that they wouldn't hurt you, like ordering the entire school population to treat you like a goddess, like buying an apartment in ulu-district just to be close to you, run after your bus until he collapses on the ground (Taiwanese men dun have ippt?) ... after ALL that, Munch walks up to you and suggest you marry him instead. I'm saying that i would marry munch instead of DMS. So is that big deal or what?

Anyway, in other words, Munch ACES the True Love Test, Yay!!!!!
:) :) :)

You know why? Because his brow-bones are sexier than Captain Von Trapp's, and he's more emotionally mature than Dao Ming Si.
Exploring Punggol End in our Red Swift is way cooler than exploring endless diamond skies on magic carpet rides.
And he looks like Ip Man.

Anyway, last night, we were trying to recall how we celebrated our anniversaries, and we spotted a rather unhealthy trend.
2006: Just married. Went on a month-long self-drive, no itinerary, wander-where-we-please trip to USA.
2007: Preggy and Pukey. Hotel-staycation at the hotel where we got married.
2008: Left Glory with Mummy for an evening, scooted off to Barnacles for a lovely sea-front seafood meal.
2009: Left Glory and Celeste with Flor at home, while we had a meaningful "marriage evaluation dinner" at Buono's at Serangoon Gardens. (btw i later found out that my school was moving right next to buono's and that took the romance outta that place forever)
2010: Left Glory and Celeste with Charisma at home. Walked to Serangoon Central for Crab Bee Hoon.

Truth is, it really was my choice. I gave clear instructions about not buying flowers. I didn't want any hotel stays or fancy restaurants. I wanted to go back early after dinner so we could spend some time with the girls before they popped off to bed.

And yeah, so there we were... Serangoon Central Crab BeeHoon.
He's very sweet la, didn't complain and still played along with me, discussing the merits of eating crab bee hoon on our own (dun need to feel paiseh to take the pincer, got nice view (?), can take a walk back after dinner to aid digestion....)

Haha... sorry munch.
we'll do better next year.
:)

Next Chapter

It's confirmed. The page was turned, as pages often are. Only this time, instead of more of the same, i find a new chapter staring at me.
My little goldfish bowl for the past seven years is no longer home. I bought the boat, and the oars, and i'm headed for sea. No one's gonna sprinkle little specks of freeze-dried nutrients at regular intervals anymore. But on the other hand, i get to see something other than the same bowl, the same fish, the same seaweed and plastic seahorses. The water was getting murky anyway... i couldn't stay on and stay alive. Am excited about what's ahead... Is it faith? Is it optimism? Or is it just the novelty? Thinking of glitzing it up too, with some Interior Design course... but let me get used to the basics first.

The 2.5 ounces i was talking about? It's now something like 1.5 oz, and that's after a 12-hours intermission. Guess it's time for me to face the fact and move on.

In other news, i've kinda gotten used to wobbling. And because he who matters doesn't mind, i actually take perverse pleasure in it. It's quite funny... to feel it, and yet not fret. Empowering, i guess, in a way... like i've seen through it all... and i'm assured enough to live with it.
But it's not healthy of coz, so i gotta snap out of it. Blame it on the elapsed membership. When i move to a condo, it'll be on track, i reasoned. Or next week, when i'm more free. Or, hey, even tomorrow.... but tomorrow never comes, does it?

And then there's THAT painful chapter. The tomorrow that you wish would never come, but it always does. The chapter that i HATE. The good thing is, death is not the end. In this case, it's even the beginning of something glorious. She had lovely children and grandkids. She had a family trip just before she left. The final days must have been painful... but at least she's relieved of it now.
But my heart aches for my friend.
And i am afraid about tomorrow.
But what to do? The page has turned and that chapter is here.
In the end the only solace is that God is love. And that here with you, for now, are still many whom you love and who love you back.