Am just thinking of blogging about something though there isn't much unusual happenings these few days.
Last wk's sermon on V-Day week is abt the next few needs that men and women have. You know what, it's not something surprising when we learnt that men needs a recreational companion and attractive spouse. Hmm, but as I'm evaluating..somehow these 2 points are quite contradicting.
Yo's recreation is eating good food, other than watching movies. I would love to be his recreational companion. These 2 activities are such easy tasks to accomplish. But the prob is, in order to be an attractive spouse, I can't eat too much.. So that leaves us only 1 last option: watching movies.. hee...
We celebrated V-Day on the following Mon... ate a nice meal at Bali Villa, wanted to watch a show, but ended up shopping. It has been sometime since I've really shopped for myself. I've a weird habit: I don't find much prob splurging on other pple - like buying gifts, clothes for my family, friends, son, colleagues, church mates, cg mem and treating them for a meal. But when it comes to buying clothes for myself, I'll find it a waste of money. Not trying to prove a point here, but it's really something I struggled. And I shared this with my hubby... So on Mon, I managed to buy a really nice purple chic dress, green pleated long flowy top and grey checked pants. Spent abt 250 bucks - And of coz got my hubby to pay for it since I can't bear to part with my money on my own personal expenses.. Hahaha (well, no choice, since he wanted an attractive spouse)
While doing all these shopping, I realised that he likes me to wear clothes that will make me look 'curvy'. Clothes that I like bcoz i look slim in them, he says I look like a barrel (straight all the way at the sides). Clothes that I don't like bcoz I look huge in them, he says I look gorgeous.. ??!! Think men and women really look at things differently. Sign..
Oh ya, something about Georgie.. This morn b4 i left for work, I told him saying, 'Georgie Boy, Mummy go work work, u play with Popo, be good boy ok? Ok? Ok? (Yes, I keep on repeating Ok..)
And he responded: 'Ok.' (Now, I'm not exaggerating - ask my mum)
