When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth.
But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry.
She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping.
I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew.
I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger.
I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table.
I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing.
I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions:
she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible.
Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me.
But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd.
No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed.
So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms.
His words brought me a sense of pain.
From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce.
I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.
She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.
She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time..
I realized she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her.
For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again.
I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning.
She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one.
Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.
I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.
My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly.
I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute.
I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally.
I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door.
I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs.
Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.
Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.
My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives,
not because we didn't love each other any more.
Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up.
She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face,
I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah.
These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves..
So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Do have a real happy marriage!

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If you do, you just might save a marriage


Just got to know of this ridiculous(most prolly for entertainment purpose) ahbeng blog!
It uses dialect vulgurities & is quite entertaining for me thou there're a shitload of terms tt I don't understand cos they're in freaking hokkien!

The most ridiculous post outta the lot is the one on how to get 'ahlian stead'!

In front of an ahlian, you must always give her to so near yet so far feeling. you must look in her eye liao then when she look at you, you must look away. this is to show her that you dont hiu her but you wan her to hiu you, and this is the most imba method to jio an ahlian.

2nd if you wan her to auto jio you, you must die die have a pack of cigg with you and start smoking in front of her. at the same time when you smoke, you must say all the private part in hokkien.

the ahlian will be very amazed that you know all the magic word and she will think you very cool and will want to stead you. after u smoke and scold all the private part, you must talk to your friend very loudly because ahlian believe that the louder you talk, the more man you are.

Hah! Anybody wants a ahlian girlf u can use this method! (If u trust it enough!)

Ahbeng's blog!



Apparrently green tea is mfking beneficial as said by idk how many scientific studies.
From now on I shall have a huge cup of green tea everyday & I'm gonna super dilute it until it tastes like plain water (This is how much I hate green tea) So why drink it?

Cos it boosts ur metabolism rate.
Makes u slim down (Somehow but Idk how)
Improves ur complexion? (That is if u apply it on ur face)
Does something to the radicals that falls on ur skin?

Ok fine
I'm too lazy to read into details so I only read the major points. Which is more than enough for me. So now I'll make use of my DIY skills & make myself a green tea toner :D (Doubt I'll do this everyday)

BUAII



Oh hi it's me agn. I've been blogging so much lately, soooooo much.
Basically, I'm blogging to complain abt my body clock being so screwed (since I honestly don't know when).
Didn't even realise I'm on the road to screwing it until it got so so so sooooo screwed.
Like how screwed u ask?

I slp around 6am-7am everyday & wake up at 4pm-6pm. After which I'll go jogging, have my dinner (breakfast actually), shower & go back to my room & continue rotting. Watch tv, read blogs, most of the time I watch movies, sms, pester baba to reply faster, wait for him to go home so that I get to talk to him (Which is actually madly freakishly late/early, 5am-6am.) By that time I'd be bored outta my wits & become v grumpily angsty then I'll throw a bitchfit & we'll all go to slp unwillingly. (Unwilling for me, he's more than happy to get his long desired shut eye) -Pouts-

This is the saddest hols ever! V boring & I don't seem to have a life (Life means to go out everyday & come home feeling sooo tired that I''ll fall straight aslp w/o having the energy to wait for my hair to dry) Talking abt my lifeless life makes me feel so depressed ): Can't wait for sch to start so that I can gossip w/ xx & linsy & to annoy becksyassy!

If I were to be so bed potato-ish (prolly cos I eat too much potato) that I don't even go jogging I'm pretty sure when I finally get outta my birds of paradise nest the outside world would be so new & strange just like a new planet as boredom would have alr taken over my mind.

As I'm typing all this boring rubbishy rantings my stomach is calling my brain to make my brain tell me that I'm in need of food. (In other words I'm hungry) Cos I wake up at 6pm today I only get 1 meal ): Convince me this is not the worse hols ever?

My email is now sadnlovelorn_teen@boredomkills.com. Enjoy my hols? -spits saliva- (Or whatever that's suppose to come out when u spit)

Buaii for now, it won't be long, I'm pweety tweety sure. Herrow movies here I come (they're my new bffs as of a few days ago. -Moooowah!-


Life have been pretty mundane for the past few days & that explains why I don't have pictures to entertain u w/. Okay that doesn't explain why. The reason is tt my baby (aka baba now) is toooo lazy to upload the picchaz. Blame z iPhone to be a complex but useful piece of brick.

By right or left I should be moving my ass outta my bed now. I am now a big bed potato ever since my holidays started when my attachment ended. Need a job, a commitmentttttt. Not used to being too free at times u see. I know many have been searching for time to spare in the busy schedule & have also been naming the spare time they found their 'me time'. Does tt sound familiar?
Truth is it's not really my business if it does cos I would like to go back to the point I would & is abt to make which is.. I HAVE TOO MUCH 'ME TIME'

Having said tt, Imma pass zebra to momsie for her to play her hexic & go make myself sweat & turn breathless right after I make zeeby dl something.

Blah boring chunks of words (Baba I blame u! Hrmph!)
Alrighty buaiibuaii!




So, I was really glad I went jogging earlier this evening. Saw the prettiest sunset I've ever seen my whole life! There were so many ppl taking pictures of it & I didn't bring my phone (w/ a camera of 2.0 mega pixel)

Oh wells, even if I did it wouldn't capture the full beauty of it. Wished that I was talented enough to paint it out. I came home & started bragging to Mummy & z babybf abt that beautiful sunset I saw. Couldn't describe what I saw thou. All I could say was.
1) It was really v nice~
2) Frking nice!
3) Damn pretty!
4) So nice I couldn't take my eyes off it!

Yes, limited vocabulary, I know.
BUT. After briefly researching abt what I saw on google. It's affirmative that what I saw is called -inserts drumrolls-

The Crepuscular rays!
(Defination: are rays of sunlight that appear to radiate from a single point in the sky. These rays, which stream through gaps in clouds or between other objects, are columns of sunlit air separated by darker cloud-shadowed regions.)

Here's a picture of it.


Of course, what I saw was v much prettier! The clouds were violet/pink/peach/blue. The rays were orangey pink (more to the orange side actually). There were layers of different colours which looked like snow cap mountains. Which actually looks like Evian (Mineral water)'s water bottle. The whole sky was just filled w/ candy colours. Of pink, blue, violet, orange, white. Ok luh I admit there was a lil bit of grey. But anyhoos, it's prettier than a rainbow k.

I have no idea why they put this fugly picture of a such a pretty thing in wiki.
Sk shows me pretty things actually, I've seen a shooting star here before. Now this. & longlong time ago I saw a double rainbow. I know, not v fantastic but it was pretty & I saw it anw! -Nanny nanny poopoo-

Idk why I spent sooooo much time describing what it looked like when I know it's impossible for u to know exactly what I saw unless u've seen it for urselves. But ohwells. This post shall serve as a memory for myself then.

Gdbuaii! PS: Was alr so amazed by this C(Idk how to spell) rays thing. I may just hyperventilate IF I were to see the prettiest thing on earth which I believe is the Aurora. -Daydreams abt auroras- I shall name my child Aurora in the far future!





When you truly care for someone, you don’t look for faults.
You don’t look for answers. You don’t look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes.
You accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure.
There are rare chances that you’ll meet the person you love and who loves you in return.
So once you have it, don’t let it go. The chance may never come your way again.

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