It's Terence's birthday next Friday.
His grand 30th. Alreadi??
Gosh, we met when he was only 23 and me 19!
Anyway, i've got his birthday pressies.
1. A beautiful leather Dunhill bag
2. A black CK card-holder
3. A Gelare rum-and-raisin ice-cream cake
The only thing left is....
should i book a KTV room for his frens to join in the celebration?
After all, it's a Friday nite and he'd probably love for his buddies to be there.
It'll be a big surprise for him.
But i dunno if his frens are up for it.
So troublesome, gotta contact them one by one.
Anyway, Terence & I fought on Saturday. The day before Qiu's wedding.
I can't remember why, except that it started in the morning.
Big tiff that lasted the whole day.
Where i didn't even want him to come home.
He was prepared to sleep at his parents place or in his car.
But finally i relented at abt midnite.
The next morning, I had to reach Qiu's house at 430am.
Despite our fight and bad tension, he woke up at 4am to fetch me there.
And then.... waited downstairs at her void deck till 645am.
Just to fetch me home.
He said he saw the groom and his entourage arrive at 5.45am, saw them cussing and smoking at the unearthly hour, heard the din upstairs, entertained himself with music on his hp, tried to sleep but couldn't, walked ard the void deck...to pass the 2hrs.
Ok, i am touched. End of quarrel.
[Cos of my pregnancy, i had to leave b4 she reaches the groom's place. Otherwise, apparently will 'clash' and is not good for baby.]
And then on Monday, i said i had a craving for
pasta + broccoli.
One of my weird cravings out of the blue.
He said he'll cook for me. So i agreed to come down to his shop for lunch.
Little did i know he went to such lengths to get the damn broccoli.
He biked to the Chinatown wet market, which had sold out by lunchtime.
Then he biked to Cold Storage at China Square, which also didn't have it.
Finally he went to NTUC at Tanjong Pagar, and found it.
By then, he was soaking wet cos he'd spent 1hour plus biking under the hot midday sun.
And another hour cooking, marinating the chicken, preparing the pasta sauce etc.
I was truly touched when he told me.
The truth is, I don't think I've done anyth like this for him before.
He really is v sweet.
Plus the fact that he loooooves his car soooo much, yet he lets me drive it to work everyday.
While he takes the bus or bikes to his shop.
There are 2 carparks that serve our block.
One in front of the block, which is well-shaded and more convenient;
Another is at the block's rear, which is dirtier and i hate it.
But when we reach home at nite, the front carpark is usually full and we'll have no choice but to park at the back.
Every morning, he'll transfer the car to the front so it won't be hot inside when i use it.
And so i don't have to walk to the back of the block.
And he'd have warmed up the car so i can drive off straight away.
Plus when i wake up, there'll always be one cup of freshly-squeezed OJ in the fridge + breakfast on the table.
He leaves for work earlier than me, so before my day has even started, he's alredi done so much for me.
Every single day.
Why am I saying all these?
I dunno.
Just to remind myself what a gem of a husband I've got.
And to do my best to make sure he's happy everyday too.
Sometimes, i think it doesn't matter how things are.
Becos i've already got the most important thing in life.
