Seventeen

25th March is a special day for me. It's the day I got married.

It's our 17th year of marriage.

A few things crossed my mind today.

1. I must be getting old because I no longer remember my life before I was married. That memory is buried somewhere in my photo albums. Remember the old days when you have to print all your photos to see what you took?

2. Today Singapore experienced heavy thunderstorm, gusty wind and me and hubs were caught in it. He fell. Heavily on his bum. I was behind him. I saw it happen in slow motion. Later after I made sure he was alright and not in any danger of dying, I re-played his fall over and over in my head in slow mo and laughed my head off.

On the day we were married, Singapore experienced the hottest weather in like over decades. I read it in the papers. Wished I had kept it.

When it came to choosing the date of our marriage, I basically chose the most convenient date available. My MIL wanted an auspicious date which was the 18th March. (one eight sounds lucky in Chinese - will prosper) I wanted to avoid 18th because it would mean more couples would be married and very likely a longer waiting time for the solemnization ceremony. As it turned out, 18th March was hot and not available so it never became an issue.

On 18th March, one week before my wedding day, it was the worst thunderstorm ever.

Today I wondered if getting married on an auspicious day made any difference for the couples.

We had a nice lunch. This is what I ate. The last item is cheese fruit cake. I think this is the first time I ate cheese cake. It is surprisingly good. I expect to be punished in some form tomorrow - like a headache or a weight gain.


Want to see our presents?

I gave hubs a mug.

He gave me a watch I lusted after.

Marriage is like eating KFC.

You may not like eating all the parts.
You like the crispy part more than the meaty part. Or you like the meaty part more than the crispy part. Really?

Sometimes you don't get the part of the chicken you like. Like the drumstick.
Sometimes you get the part of the chicken you really hate. Like the breast.

Sometimes the meal comes with a novelty dessert. 

Sometimes you get sick of eating it.

But you always go back to it.