Wednesday, March 20, 2013

.::. Washing your washing machine .::.

Recently, I’ve been noticing that the clothes do not smell nice after being washed.  It makes me really annoyed and perturbed. I like clothes smelling clean!  I thought it was because how the husband hangs the clothes very close together, causing it to smell.  Yet even when I ensure that enough detergent and softerner is used, and they are hung apart, the clothes still smell.  We do not have much sun, but we do have quite abit of wind.  I found it really strange, since the clothes smells fine when we just moved in.  I loved how the fragrance fills the whole house after every wash.

I began asking around for solutions.  I thought that perhaps it was the detergent or softerner.  Then, I realized that…you are supposed to wash your washing machine.

It really sounds stupid now, but I never knew you had to do that!  I thought that…well, the washing machine washes itself.

The washing machine which was supposed to help you wash requires washing too.

Monday, March 18, 2013

.::. 99th Month .::.

Today, is our 99th month anniversary.  Not much of a celebration, but we do feel very thankful for having each other every 18th of the month.  "Next month 3-digits lo!", exclaimed the husband.

Yesterday, we bought dropped by Cheesecake Cafe to get some cheesecake for a pregnant neighbor who has a craving for oreo cheesecake.  We used to date there.  He brought me there knowing that I loved cheesecakes.  I still remember that our first anniversary's cake was the fresh strawberry cheesecake placed in the middle of a heart formation of candles.  The strawberry cheesecake is no longer available, and I always ask about it every time we are there.  The female owner is not always friendly (sometimes even curt), but she chatted with us yesterday as we bought 12 slices of cake from her.  She even promised to make us a strawberry cheesecake on our 10th anniversary when we shared our story and how we used to date there.

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The husband haven't been around much this March.  He was traveling for work and going for 2 weeks reservice.  I received registered mail last week, and he gave me a little surprise.

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It's these little things that matter.

Some days I randomly ask him, what would happen if I die.  He would say, well, everyone is going to die and if you don't die it's strange.  And some days I ask him if he thinks if we will last, if we will grow old together, and he would say yes confidently.  He always says that he'll run after me if I'd run away, yet some days he's so grumpy and stubborn it drives me crazy.

That's love, I suppose.  =)

Sunday, March 10, 2013

.::. The Wedding .::.


They say that a woman is most beautiful on her wedding day, but I know that was definitely not me at my most beautiful.  I knew it wouldn’t be my happiest day ever since the MIL opposed to our marriage just because I wasn’t a Christian.  I had no expectations of my own big day, I anticipated the worst.  I was constantly anticipating something bad, right till the very end.  I didn’t believe that things would go smoothly till we boarded the plane and flew off after the wedding.    There were nights when I had nightmares of my wedding being hijacked by evangelists or horrible scenes with people screaming.  I had dreams of forced divorce and it was just difficult to look forward to my own wedding.  So many things can go wrong, and many did.  I can’t forget that expression nor those words.  One can forgive, but how can one forget?

I’m thankful that so many are happy for us, and we are truly blessed by beautiful people around us.  My parents are probably happy, but I’m not sure if getting married actually takes a load off their shoulders or actually makes them even more worried.  I dread it that they now have to put up with whatever remarks said about me, and be troubled by our marriage life.  I have always did things on my own and never wanted them to be worried about me in any way, yet marriage brought about so many issues just because I chose who I chose.  It’s strange how your spouse is the only family you can choose and marriage makes a whole bunch of people your ‘family’, yet divorce would make these same bunch unrelated strangers.  

Having said that, it seems like many were happy that day.  Everyone seemed more excited and happy than me.  Even the husband was laughing in every photo.  He promised me that we would marry me 3 years into the relationship, and he really did 8 years into the relationship. The girls have been such great support amidst all the chaos, and really took care of everything for me.  It gives me great solace to be surrounded by my loved ones.

And honestly, I don't have much memories of that day.  Everything went by in a flash and I just went through the motions.  A good photographer really makes a difference, and what I know of that day was all through the photos.  I wished we had the budget to get Lightedpixels!

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The best advice I've gotten during this period:
A wedding is for a day, a marriage is for a lifetime.

How true.

And here we go again, embarking on yet another journey.