Since the earliest relationship I knew that me and HR have different preferences in music, movies and books. We fought about it sometimes like he kept insisting me to like Will Ferrell and I had to justify a gazillion time to him why Peeta Mallark is way, way, way better than the other guy (The Hunger Games).
He would tolerate my quirk of must-park-at-the-nearest-mall-entrance while I always remember where he put all his stuff, including where he park the car when in mall.
While I let him have one room for his fanboyism and loud music (read: guitar stuff), he always amuses me with his rendition of Yuna and Back Street Boys. He would let me have Jacob Black as wallpaper while I tolerate his comics' heroes.
Since, one of his birthday coupons is books from BBW sale, we went there.
As I learned my lesson, (to only buy books that I truly read not because of it's so cheap, we must buy so that I'll read it someday attitude; 'someday' never arrives), I focus on finding Suzanne Collin's writing and maybe Dorothy Koomson if any.
As expected, once we entered the BBW (after I memorized where we park our car), we went our separate ways. Me in the fiction section while HR was lost in the comics and music sections. We crossed path several times.
You would think I mind, shopping together but not truly together.
I don't honestly.
But knowing HR's unconditional love towards me, he actually did try to find The Hunger Games books collection for me (which had sold out on the preview day itself, blergh!) first. He tried high and low, even asking the shop assistant.
That's why I wouldn't mind the difference much. We complete each other.
p/s: I bet you remember all the tales I told you about his fondness to walk. Walk. Walk.
I had to really scratch my brain to find the perfect gift to him. I already gave him all the brilliant useful gifts throughout our relationship. So hard to top myself after being lovey-dovey for so long. I am too awesome. It wouldn't be that difficult if I had all the money in the world. Lol.
Since I couldn't really afford to buy iPhone 5S that I originally wanted to buy for him, I had to improvise. (I hate it when he glued his face to the gadgets, still I want to buy him more gadgets. Such mix signals I'm giving.)
After a while, I decided to give him 26 small tokens of turning 26.
And I concluded it would be awesome to do a treasure hunt.
But I couldn't really hide 26 stuff in my parents' house. NOT MANY PLACES that HR is familiar with. Plus, there's too many hands that are very diligent in cleaning the house, they might just throw and ask aloud about the clues hidden.
I chose 8 gifts with 8 places to hide for him to hunt. 8 because he is born on 8 December. (Even 12 for December is too much for me to take on. Lazy-arse).
It's not a plus side on my part since I decided this at the very last minute. Very last minute. And HR was constantly in the house. By my side.
The smart me thought to do everything by coupons. Since I had no time and no privacy.
I made coupon for all the tokens I wanted to give him. Which he had redeemed mostly.
He didn't suspect a thing, being clueless as he is. Which made everything a blast!
I wish as he turns 26 he will be more alert and present.
Happy Birthday, darling!
p/s: He had to help me to buy the ingredients and also bake the cake since I forgot to bring mixer. He had to be the mixer machine for me.
During the school holidays, HR once asked me, I wonder why you never bother to wake me up in the morning anymore.
He thought it was weird. Me, waking up early, doing stuff downstairs (in KL obviously) like bugging my tok, disturbing my mom with her sequins and diamonds and crystals for the tudungs or even online aimlessly.
I like to explain stuff.. I like sharing stories. Happy stories. Sweet memories. I like making people happy. I like teaching. From my mistakes. From my errors. I like being inspiration to others. Above all, I like being right.
After a long hiatus from writing, I turn to TV watching.
I absolutely love watching English TV Series and being obsessed with all the characters, Claire Dunphy (Modern Family), Chuck Bass (GG), Blair Waldorf (GG), Sucre (Prison Break), Brooke Davis (OTH) and others.
Due to some sorta technical glitch I now have to endure MALAY TV Series. Which day by day I grew accustomed too. I now need to know the ending of the story. Need to know who is the victim (it is usually very easy). I need to know what other cheesy name can their characters be, Fira Ayuni, Luna Najwa etc. I am know always with laptop in front of my (newly-finally-off-debt) TV.
If HR is around, he will always yapping about the flaws. Which I notice and I choose to ignore. It also means I have to ignore HR non-stop blabbing as well. That I can do too easily. Hahaha.
So, until one point HR just banned me from watching those dramas.
He claimed that I am turning into those characters that I watched. I am being overly dramatic. When I gossiped, I am so Joyah, in fact too Joyah. When I am mad, I turned to the most hideous strict step-mother a Malay drama can ever have.When I am too nice, even that Jannah seemed gediks.
That is me blowing all the spiderwebs. Should be a lot since I lost my passion in anything.A long long time ago.
When was the last time I ever write?
It has been so long. I have not vent for so long. Hence the stress. The burnout feeling.
This is what it feels to be 26 and giving up on my job. This is how it feels when I no longer care. This is what it feels when your passion turn into a routine. A routine that you despise.This is how it feels when you no longer want to wake up every morning and face those unwilling morons.This is the feeling when you have to look at those eyes and value them through their marks they are supposed to produce.
As most of you know, the other day I threw the most awesome baby shower. Me and Bayah co-host the shower for our dearest friend, Fatin. It was magical and so much fun.
We had so much food and laughter.
We had games and races.
There's one game which I awesomely named it, Celebrity Mommies but it is just actually Who am I? game that begins with me secretly paste a name on their back and they had to guess who they are at the end of the party. With others giving clues of course.
So, I was the beautiful Gwynelth Paltrow and it was very hard for me to guess because I went blank.
Anyway, at one point, my friend was being named Gwen Stefani and I tried to confidently volunteered sing one of her songs, "Cool". And being tone deaf, everyone goes like, 'Huh? The Hell?'
It is meant to be on 30.03.13. On our anniversary. Our dating anniversary. Our 8th year.
I always thought HR is the one that couldn't live without me. That loved me more than I love him. That courted me first (well, he did that one for sure). That wouldn't able to continue without me.
I was wrong.
Whenever I have to be / do / go somewhere/thing without him, I will be restless. Bothered. Worried. Tense. Uptight.
I am the one who is always anxious without him. Missing him. Calling him. Looking around for him. SMSing him.Thinking about him.
Like whenever I had to be busy with bff weddings or outings with the girls, I always left him behind. I didn't have the heart to bore him with the girlie stuff. He would wait. Patiently. Smiling always. At the side. Watching me in action.
Truth is, I am the one who couldn't live without him. That loved him more. That wouldn't able to continue without him. That would constantly be missing him. That wanting him by my side. All the time.
You know you got awesome friends when they are willing to go back and forth with your birthday present from last year. I hope there'll more this year. *wink*wink*
And they are willing to spend money and time and you. Even on short holiday.
I am so lucky and blessed.
Above all, it is not about the present and money, it is about the care and the love. The sharing of worries and happiness. The cheeky banter and the sarcastic remarks that we throw at each other. The constant reminder of what we mean to each other.
#5 Ron Weasley
There's something more towards the geeky clumsy boy. He grew up to be an awesome man~
#4 Chuck Bass
The bad boy charm~ Always!
#3 Peter Parker, The Amazing Spiderman
Urm, blue red spandex. Need I say more?
#2 Marshall Erikssen
He is like sweet and sexy roll into one. Not that macho but Lily somehow makes him seems like a catch
#1 Jacob Black, of course. Like duh~ Who else right? The bad boy look is too hard to say no to. He is protective and strong. He treats a girl like a lady. Urm, have I mentioned the abs? Absolute funny and has laugh that warm my heart.
Now, now I don't need blanket to be cozy anymore. Ever.