The second trimester is definitely a treat so far. My mood is lighter, my appetite is growing and I’m pretty convinced that I have some kind of pregnancy glow going on (or that could possibly be slaps of foundation on my face). Whatever it is, I’m feeling much better than the first trimester. Alhamdulillah 🙂
How time flies. It’s been almost 3 months since we got married – no one is dead yet, kidding. Getting into the routine of things took us some time. Well, we know that it isn’t going to be easy, but we also know that it won’t be that hard either. Just take some getting used to (at least, that’s what we tell each other all the time).
Things like, the doubling pile of laundry, the constant yakking coming from me about leaving hair/dust on the wet toilet floor and the wet sink (I still don’t get it!). These are just some of it. Also – Luq freaked out at how OCD I am about our room – just our room. There was once, I looked conflicted before leaving our room and he asked why. So I said, “the dresser is really messy… you didn’t place your ring box properly”. I guess you still learn new things about your partner every day.
Nothing much has changed. A lot has happened though, but nothing’s changed. I’m still with Luqman and getting married. Let’s see, work is getting crazier. Ok, people warned me about working in an agency, but me being me, I just needed to see it for myself – how’s that looking for ya? Last week, I overtime-d (rarely happened, ever) for two consecutive days. I even skipped lunch so that I could finish up my work. Is that worth it? NO, HELL NO. I don’t mind putting that extra hours at work occasionally, but not gonna make it a thing. Life’s too short to be serious. Dear future kids, if you happen to read this, this does not apply to you. Love, mumma
Moving on, Luq and I spent the weekend painting our room. We were pretty prepared for it. We went shopping for paint the weekend before and picked the colour in less than 10 minutes – I’m getting better at making decisions. While painting halfway, I was this close to hire some construction workers who were having their lunch break to finish painting our room. It was so tiring. Of course, Luq did the major paint jobs but still, climbing up and down the ladder and at the same time battling the mother of heat was not an easy feat! We only finished past midnight (we started at 10 am, mind you) and gotta treat ourselves to (super) late night ice cream afterwards. Painting never again.
As you know, the price of petrol in Singapore is ridic. I still remember the first time we pumped full tank at SPC. Shocked was an understatement. I went, “that’s my lunch money for the week!”
Hence our decision to drive up to JB for petrol weekly (sometimes twice a week). It totally makes human sense to do that. Except now we have this bloody thing called Vehicle Entry Permit (VEP) and it costs RM 20 per entry. I can only pray that the trial period fails and the Malaysian Government will abort it altogether. Actually, why are they bothered? I’m spending in your country and helping your economy!
I was walking around a mall in JB today where I found the Revlon lippie that I’ve been using at Watsons. Of course I went in to check on the price because guys, it’s back to SGD 1 = RM3. So when I found out that it only cost RM30.80 (in Singapore, it’s retailing at $19.90), I dragged Luq in to make my purchase. He’s ma sugahdaddy so I kinda need his wallet.
Hoping to start a brand new week right by blogging about what happened in the past two weeks. So what happened?
Let’s see, I started a new job. After being unemployed for two months, I am finally back in the 9-5 grind. Excited as I was, I caught myself dreaming about my potato couch days in the office. It was just me, Netflix and the sofa (and my grandpop who sat on my opposite, totally judging me for the fine woman I’m becoming). I find myself scrambling for time to relax, do my house chores (read: the piling laundry), spend time with my family and Luq. The need to strike that balance is necessary, but challenging. Nevertheless, I’d try my best like vacuuming the house in the middle of the night (if not, when is a better time?). Work has been … well, work. I’m still getting to know the group’s dynamic and trying to fit myself in. I’ve made some friends who are, apparently, at least 4 years younger than me. So tell me now, how do I not feel old. On my first lunch with them, they asked if I have a bf. Err, how about I am getting married in 3 months? And two weeks into my new job, IRAS sent me a letter in the mailbox asking me to pay for my income tax… can you give this girl a break? There goes the birthday surprise for Luq. Sorry baby, maybe next year 🙂