One Of Those Blahs.

You know, even a couple like Jeffwee and I faces communication meltdown sometimes. We communicate well, usually. We are open to sharing our thoughts and opinions and we usually have healthy discussions about stuff…

But once in a while, all hell break loose when both parties just want to get the last word in…

Me: Blah blah some stupid comment about some stupid thing
Him: Why you put it like that?
Me: I didn’t mean it like that. It was actually talking about xyzdef.
Him: It didn’t seem like it to me. It was more like you are abctuv!?
Me: No lah, why you so qwemnb?
Him: Blah blah
Me: Blah blah!!! *gets ready to run off to avoid further confrontation*
Him: Blah blah blah
Me: Fine! It’s always my fault! Sorry! *starts crying and then runs off somewhere*
Him: Why are you running?
Me: I have to! I don’t want to continue talking in anger!
Him: We ought to sort it out here and then!
Me: Blah blah blah *garbled*
Him: *hold on to my arm to stop me from leaving* Blah blah blah!

*ASSPLOSION*
…

And somehow we manage to sleep in the same bed that night… grouchy, but I guess we usually sort out the crap before the night ends…

We still love each other… but times like that makes me wonder if fighting about who is right or wrong more important?

Or just having a mutual understanding to disagreements and flare-ups, much more important to a healthy relationship?

But if a pattern emerges… and it shows that there might be some serious flaws in our communication techniques with each other… What should we do?

Blogging in Bed.

I am blogging with my phone, in bed, while he’s sound asleep.

Haven’t been doing this for quite some time… staying up late, I mean. Probably the new eyeshades I got (with a cute grinning cat on it) have helped me with better sleep this week and it seems that I am still feeling the high from the 10 laps at the pool we did together just now.

So healthy living aside… I actually missed staying up late.

That tells us this – if I had no job to discipline me and my oddball sleep cycle (with a preference for late nights, somehow)… I’ll probably sleep at daybreak and wake up just in time for dinner.

And that is no good, right?

ok time to snooze.

More Plumbing Works.

*** Woman talk. Men tread with care ***

So my plumbing is back to its regular flowing schedule with the help of Mercilon (lowest dosage around)… I am back to ripping out packs of sanitary pads once every month.

You see, with missing periods for months on end… I have accumulated quite a huge stash of them feminine products in my bathroom cabinet… if you know what I mean.

Which sort of annoys me… the plastic wrappers are forming a small mountain in my trash bin and I can’t help but find it terribly unfriendly to the environment… I mean, I am being someone who is contributing a lifetime supply of waste to the landfill!

So there is the Moon Cup. One of my friend uses it and swears by its convenience.

I am not too keen on prying around ‘down there’ for more than 5 mins or something… I mean, even tampons are iffy to put in… no? Ugh.

I can imagine the cringe on my face every time I successfully shove one in there. Of course, there are failed attempts with the paperboard applicators which sucked to the most awful core, I tell ya.

Will I get it? *cringe*

Not That I Don’t Want….

It may come to a shock to some people that… I’ve actually left my brand new DSLR at home when we went to Hong Kong.

The truth is, I didn’t go there to take photos. I went there for a purely shopping trip.

I don’t want to lug around this sibeh heavy thing when I am supposed to be trying on clothes, shoes and lugging around even more shopping bags filled to the brim with clothes and other girly things.

Plus the typhoon warning was also a deterrent. I don’t want to be lugging shopping bags, wearing a raincoat, holding on to an umbrella in the face of storms and flood water… and still trying to hold on to my DSLR?!?!?

Although the storm went by in a zzz, but the threat was real, according to Wunderground.com as we departed for the trip, afraid that our plane might not be able to land and all.

So I decided not to bring it along for the trip, although it was meant for such occasions.

I didn’t regret it though. But if I were to go to Hong Kong a 2nd time, during the cooler season, I’ll bring it with me, for sure.

Fragrant Harbour!!!.

Day 1 at Fragrant Harbour (Hong Kong lah) via Jetstar’s very early flight at 6.40am

Will be back soon. Seeya!

Delay no more!

I Ish Can Do It.

After moping about my misdeeds, my bodily malfunctions and my lack of motivation for a couple of days… I logged on to www.WeAreWonderWomen.com just now and found that… apart from Molly’s resilience, I’ve ought to pick up some optimism from her.

Her health was down to the pits, but she stayed cheerful and brave. I know, I’m a little slow to share this, but whenever I log on to her blog, her stories have always touched me in a place too deep inside.

I may think of death, and many times I think awful, morbid thoughts about how great it’ll be, if I could just leave this sickening world, not having to work anymore and face what others have to say about me and my careless mistakes.

And then I am given a rude reminder – this condition that I have is a warning to me. That if I let myself go like I did before (although I was happily eating all the things that will eventually do me in), things could spell big trouble.

The fact is, life’s too short. Too incredulous, but really short to want to end it prematurely. By my own hands, even.

I’ve got people to love…
Places to go…
People to impress…
Things to eat…
Music to enjoy…
People’s opinion about me to alter…
Cats to molest…
Sights to behold…

So many unaccomplished hopes and wishes… I can’t just give up like that.

No I can’t.

Yeah…

I shouldn’t.

PCOS.

So I am diagnosed with a benign condition that affects the plumbing system.

Which means that the irregular periods, the mood swings, the uncontrollable weight gain and the excess hair growth are attributed to this condition… it all came together for me as I sat in the doctor’s consultation room in silence.

I would not have expected this outcome if not for the ultrasound scan that he insisted on.

Should I go on some major self-pity session? I don’t want to. But it seems that I can’t help but feel quite depressed about it.

The doc ordered me to lose some weight… that is supposedly one of the best ways to manage the condition. But the more I am told to lose weight – the worse I feel about myself.

DAMMIT!!!

Your Shipment of Fail Has Arrived..

If people are pissed with the way I handled things – then too bad. I tried with the best of my abilities, I sucked at it, but I tried.

So I don’t get any thanks for trying to help… which is totally fine. We are all trying to save the little, helpless critters after all.

So I get people talking bad about me for being so much of a suxxorz… Then I don’t see the point of trying to help anymore.

Nobody’s going to pity me for struggling to stay afloat. Nobody gives a shit if I get an anxiety attack. Nobody except the ones who really care.

Too bad for me and too bad for the cats then. I hope you are happy with my non-involvement now.

I regret joining the Society sometimes.

TT; DBFAVLT.

Ok the title actually meant “Too tired… Didn’t blog for a very long time…”

So I decided to blog about how tired I am after taking the damned Yasmin (don’t ask). It wrecks havoc on my system like no other. Mood swings are aplenty and wild, easily bloated tummy means that I eat less (a good thing, maybe) but I’d probably feel like hurling after every meal… and yes, the tender boobs don’t help.

Ouch.

I am grouchy at work, grouchy when driving, grouchy when I wake up, grouchy when I sleep.

Grouuuuuuuuuchy.

Point taken? Yes… other than that, the avalanche of work had hit me rather hard… weekend events for CWS… weekend shoots for Lady Gaga’s showcase… a weekend wedding to help out with… weekend this and that and this…

And to quote Austin Powers… I am spent.

*flops*

500D. I Has It :D.

Hehehehehehe got it at the PC Show. More later!