I was busy surfing the net at home, about a good 20 feet away from Emily, who was working on something with her notebook at the coffee table.
Emily : “Dear…”
Me : “hmm?”
Emily : “Would you please bring me that mousepad?”
How I wished that I could answer her “No”. But everyone on this planet knows, I can’t. Why? 3 reasons.
1) She’s my wife.
2) I love her.
3) She’s pregnant.
That’s a triple kill for whatever faux inconveniences/excuses I can come up with. Even if I’m suffering a temporary paralysis, I’ll have to think of a way to bring that mousepad to her. (Just in case you don’t know – 20 feet is equivalent to 20 million miles to any bloke in a couch-potato mood at home)
Me : [walks over with the mousepad] “Why don’t you just keep this mousepad under the coffee table? That way, I don’t have to painstakingly bring you the mousepad every time you need it.”
Emily : [giggles] “I just love asking you to bring me that mousepad. Let’s keep it that way”
I have a strange feeling that it wasn’t all about the mousepad. It’s about the twisted ways of a particular odd behavior. I’ve got 2 months to go before the madness ends…
So, people, if you’re not ready to scale the distance to the moon by foot, don’t get married.
the two months before ends? nah that’s just the beginning… whuahahaha.
Soon…When devil junior is out….
Heh, I know what you mean – pregnant women have this ‘mengidam’ thingy which makes them want things endlessly. Heh.
Michael… you have seen my situation… in the house i am the maid or ah sei…
Florence : Ah Sei…. yak yak yak
Me : yes, ma’am
Florence : Ah Sei…. yak yak yak
Me : yes, ma’am
etc…
at the end of the day, michael… * wink wink *… you will get what you want…
It’s just a way to say that she cares about you and wants your attention. Whenever we are working on something, they will try to disturb us once in a while to ensure that we are paying some kind of attention to them.
That’s women, and that’s who they are. :P
I guess ” asking for mousepad” is an understatement.
No craving for food from some la la land at 2am?
ok wht… still within ur limit…
imagine…
at 12 midnight…
emily : “dear, baby want to eat malacca’s satay celup lah. Can you get it for me now?”
or
emily : “dear, baby want to eat hokkien mee lah… now got ah?”
or
emily : “dear, baby want to eat ipoh’s pomelo lah, can ah?”
tht is disaster…. ahhahaha
because we cannot say no to pregnant woman’s request for food mah…..
mike…good luck during changing diaper..be prepared :p
well, be glad she’s pregnant…we are still trying and really praying for her to get preggie
michael – dude, get an ovulation kit. Ask your wifey to use it to determine the ovulation period. Once determined, plow it up like rabbits everyday. Good luck dude!
“20 feets 20 feet is equivalent to 20 million miles to any bloke in a couch-potato mood at home”
Aye that! Wonder why when I lepak lepak do my things.. that’s the time I’m asked to take this.. that.. sob.. sob.. sob..
good luck unwrapping the gift 2 months from now!
just drop by to say you are a loving husband and without doubt, will be a great father! discovered your blog some time in march this year through a friend…mind you, it is far more reaching than you’ve ever expected…hehehe…everyone has an evil side…it is understandable. =))
but for those who know you personally, i hope they’ll take it more openly. honestly, are you not at all worried that things you wrote will affect your friendship with those mentioned in your blog? just curious…=))
i normally pride myself on being an independent woman (girl power blah blah) but i’m discovering that yeah, it’s kinda fun to have someone who’s willing to do small things for you…partly to relish the feeling of power, but also partly because you know they care & want you to be happy.
noname – Nah, sometimes we offend people just by being ourselves. There’s nothing I can do about it. So, why worry? Cheers.
in 2 mths, d real game begins … good luck sir … huhu
“Just in case you don’t know – 20 feet is equivalent to 20 million miles to any bloke in a couch-potato mood at home”
That is very kind of you to add “to any bloke in a couch-potato mood at home.” In some entries you wont bother to add that ie: “aerodynamic is a type of bird, etc” Why the sudden change? :-D
She’s stringing you like a marionette… :P
perhaps you’re right…being ourselves, it is inevitable to offend people sometimes..so..why care?? haha…i wish i had that mentality of yours sometimes…but i’m just a coward. :PP
snow|e – Thanks for reminding me. That’s very kind of you… (isk isk)
100 – Why the sudden change? Because of global warming. The polar bears are dying. The birds are rebelling. The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change – listen to the afro girl…
jase – Every-fucking-night. Gosh…
megabigblur – Yeah right, it’s all because you think we care… *roll eyes*
noname – Well, how about getting yourself a name for a start? You can be like me…
Emily : [giggles] “I just love asking you to bring me that mousepad. Let’s keep it that way”
go emily! :P
Err..can I say no comment ?
Anyways Mikey…don’t worry too much. She’s just vying for your attention. Normal lah ..women are all like that. :-P Take care mate.
So Michael, how long have you and Emily been married to each other?
natasha – I met her in 1995. Started going steady in 1996. Got married in 2001. OMG it’s been that long! SQUEEEAAAAALLLL
hmm..that’s inspiring…=)) but noname is a name here in your blog..:P
awww shucks! i have missed seeing emily being pregnant!
2 months does NOT signal the end. 2 months signal the arrival of a variable exponent ‘x’ to the variable ‘s’; where ‘x’ = ‘years’ and ‘s’ = ‘suffering’.
Wow… 10 years of being together already!!
I think I read somewhere in your blog you 2 got registered 1st then few years later only have the wedding ceremony, right? Or did i confuse it with somebody else?? hehehe…
natasha – You “confused it with somebody else”.
ha! wait till your baby cries every night!!
haha wait till she juz had labour…pain wan u know…da time all da more u goin to b her slave…wut to do..u love her is like dis de la..must bear wif her… =P wut more the mother of ur child…heheh
Speaking about birth.. the media is pretty hot right now about Tom Cruise’s baby. He’s a famous scientologist believer, and they believe in the concept of “silent birth”. It is said that these yellings and wailings and words from nurses like “push !! push harder !!” and moanings like “aAAAAaaaaaaaaa !! AAaaaaughh !! Shittttt !!!”will be negative influence to the baby’s growth. So during the birth all the mother must completely shut the fuck up and not give out a single moan of pain. U wanna try ?? Ahahha.
tom cruise is a fucking retard (quite evidently, you can see that when he jumped on Oprah’s sofa). This ‘silent birth’ concept is nothing but a bunch of bullcrap.