Our 1st Thanksgiving Day...

22 Nov 2007.

Thanks Giving Day falls on the 4th Thursday of November, and this year, it falls on the 22 Nov, which coincidentally is my parent's 33rd Wedding Anniversary (i have checked, my bro is 31 this yr, and i came in 6 yrs later...)


Like the tradition, i wanted to share a huge female turkey together, but all we can find are some frozen/roasted birds(they call it chicken) in the supermarket.


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On the same day, i got him a wedding present and presented it in the most romantic way.


(Pulling the car over)
Me: Have you received any present in the car, during peak hour, on the bus lane before?
He: No....what is it?
Me: (Took out the Lee Hwa paper bag from the back of my car) Here, my present for u, see if it fits, it is a ring.....
He: Why can't we wait till we get home?
Me: Why becoz junction 8 is just round the corner, we could change it for something else if you dont like.... (Ha, he dare!)



So the day ended up with us going to J8 for dinner, no turket, no pumkin pie.
But we are happy.


I certainly look forward to our next thanksgiving day.

Do I call this telepathy? If yes, where is that gucci bag i saw?

It was our usual routine, nothing extraordinary really popped up that day, just a normal lazy Sunday night in the shower.

We hugged, we smooched, we touched, we talked about our plans.

Then Jack hit a spot. By that i am not referring to the erogenous one.

I realised that Jack has the same ideas and dreams as me as we broached on some topics of our lives. It was so similar and it was scary. It is as though he can read my mind and can see the bubbles forming above my head.

Having the same thoughts/ideas/dreams and even the details of them are 100% cut and paste from my cpu.

It just reaffirms my belief that this is the man to keep, love and to have babies with.


I love my boy.

Jack in Korea~

Nothing to blog about...just 3 words.




I


Miss


You





The 'missing him' got so bad that i find myself not washing the dirty dishes,not folding and washing the clothes and not making our bed...........


I like the way the house is now.
It makes tidying easier( is there a need now?) & rampaging/searching a breeze. Gone are the days where we need to buy boxes to store stuff.... Picture this, you now have a sofa-cum-wardrobe-cum-shelf all roledl in one. Wala~ the world is a better place....


Organization & orderliness is for BMT, and i do not want to evoke memories of his army days,do i?

The house looks better in this state, at least it looks inhabited. All i need is to get Jack to agree with me on this.




Now where is the aircon remote control?..........ermmm

When it keeps coming back....

i tried to stop.

i really do.

but it keeps coming back and haunt me.

The bad memories that is best left out on this blog. or rather i do not want to be reminded of in future. the bitter taste of hauntings and the scent of betrayal still lingers.

"Hatred stirs up strife, But love covers all transgressions." - Proverbs 10:12
- the small voice within me reminded me what love is.

There is always a vindictive self in me wants to resurface and take charge of the situations.
Then there is this Grip called Memories. It will grip me in the most unkind way and roused me from sleeps, jolted me to past and with a sober mind and perfect visuals, i withness the awful scenes of the deeds he did. i swear it is as clear and real.

I broke down.

This must not go on.


Holding on to whatever little faith i have in me, i made a silent prayer.

When is this going to end?

I have no answer. I walked up to bed,plant a kiss on his forehead.

I am still battling a war with self-esteem and confidence. On my shoulders there are still my dreadful job cum dilemma and my emotional struggles, sometimes i am really tired of fighting, the flight of escapism is what seems lik3 a logical choice.

The flight of escapism = future hauntings

It is my choice to marry him. Now it is really up to me to build up my marriage. The ball is at my court, roles have changed.

The battle continues, i have but only, an amour of love over me.