Wash or not?

There I was standing in front of our newly bought washer. Actually I was trying to decide whether or not my smelly never-been-washed-throughout-the-year shoes go into the washing machine. I am talking about my work shoes that I worn day-in and day-out for a year now. Because I am entitled for a new pair every year and I had already collected a pair last week, so last night I had the chance to wash the old shoes.

These are no ordinary shoes as they are ESD-safe shoes which avoid me from causing damage to electronic component or device failure at work. I like to see them as cute white sneakers which I could match with cute multicolored socks. I am always happy to wear them but only in the factory because I know I would feel safe in them. In short, they are special shoes, really.

However, I do not know if washing them in the washer is a good idea. I had never tried doing it before so would this ruin the machine if not the shoes? You know what they say, there is always a first time for everything so should I just do it?

So I stood there in front of the washer for many minutes and I did not have the courage to put the shoes in. Maybe I try to decide again next year. Or maybe I will beg my husband to wash them for me this weekend since he usually wash his football boots after playing futsal. Maybe the latter is the best idea!

Working weekend

It is Saturday evening and I am still working in the office! This is what I get for working in a manufacturing company in which the working calendar normally follows the production schedule. Darn!

This morning my husband sent me to work. He then went back home to sleep some more as he was still tired from the traveling, I guess. I fetched Abi late last night and we went for supper before I went straight to bed and he watched Spider-man 2 on TV. I knew he would eventually doze off in front of the TV so when I awakened from my sleep, I had to wake him up at 4 in the morning and led him to bed. Poor thing!

Because today is his off day, I already had a task for him to complete. I have been begging him to buy me a washing machine for our house so I could stop going to the laundry shop every other week. If we had a washer, I could save my energy dragging two people’s dirty clothes, my money (yes, I paid for them myself) and my break time at work just to drop by the shop sending and picking up our garments.

So Abi went to a few electrical shops to find a good washing machine and he had called my hand phone at my office nearly ten times! Of course he wanted to buy the perfect machine and he needed some expert’s consultation and that would be me. It was difficult for me doing shopping through his eyes but we managed to purchase a washer that I have not yet have a look at. I trusted his judgment on this one.

It is now time to go back and my husband is on his way now. So I have to go. I cannot wait to see him and the washer.

Watching movie

I always thought that my two girl cousins are the smartest wives I have known. This is because they moved to a happening Damansara commercial area once they got married. I am talking about Ikano Power Centre, IKEA, Tesco and The Curve being just five minutes drive from their homes. Don’t you get it? Ladies and shopping, hello!

However, guess who recently turned out to be smarter? That is right! In fact, I am a genius! Because when I got married, my husband got a house near a commercial area which is only two minutes away on foot. I am not kidding! I have evidence to prove this.

If you look at the photo above, I am standing on the inside of our private apartment’s gate. The building in the background, which has blue and green lights is Singapore’s first 24-hour lifestyle and entertainment complex called e!Hub. It has FairPrice supermarket, Cathay Cineplex, a bowling centre, restaurants, shops and even an indoor mini Ferris wheel! Just imagine, I could do grocery shopping in my pajama, how about that? Or Abi and I could catch a movie at 4 in the morning, how cool is that?

Just last Saturday, my husband and I went out for a movie. We bought the tickets in the afternoon for that night’s show. Of course I cooked dinner for us as promised. We took our own sweet time to eat and you know what? Abi said dinner was OK. OK is good. At least good enough for me. I will cook better next time. After cleaning up the dining hall and kitchen, I hit for the bathroom for a quick shower. We only left our house five minutes before the movie started. How convenient!

We watched Iron Man and speaking of the movie, it sucked actually. If it was not because the respect I have for Robert Downey, Jr. and Gwyneth Paltrow, I would have left the cinema and walk straight home, literally. Besides the predictable lame storyline, repeated jokes that are not funny really boring me. Plus, I would not know how to appreciate special effects because they always look unnatural to me. Luckily I have a husband for me to seek comfort while watching that. Anyway, that is how my weekend night was spent.

Running some errands

Last two nights, I went to KLCC. There is a café that serves Penang food and I ordered rojak and red ruby for dinner. For those who are not familiar with these; rojak is a fruit and vegetable salad dish commonly found in Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia (according to Wikipedia) mixed together with shrimp paste sauce and nuts while red ruby is a dessert of shaved ice, coconut milk, chestnut and jackfruit. So those were what I had, if you can call them dinner.

Then I went to see my tailor in Kampung Baru. One of Abi’s aunts had presented me a pretty piece of silk fabric on my wedding. So I asked my tailor to make a long kebaya as I plan to wear it to a cousin’s wedding reception next week. I hope it will turn out nice so I could snap nice photos in it.

Anyway, I offered to cook dinner for my husband this weekend. He had already made up his mind on the menu. He requested I cook him spinach soup and sambal fish. Would that be all, sir? Well, it is not too big a challenge for me. I can manage that or at least I think so. However, the verdict will be in Abi’s hand so I am hoping he will eat more and comment less.

Boots, checked. Passport, checked. Return tickets, checked. Sing cash, checked. I am all set to spend this weekend with my husband. I will be leaving KL this evening at 6. Lion City, here I come!

Weekend: The Beginning

Happy 1st Month Anniversary! Thought I would begin this blog with a cheery start as today marks a month living as a married couple for my husband and me. Yes, we tied the knot exactly on this date just last April. My husband, who I fondly call Abi is the love of my life. I have known him since our university years. He was there for me and me, him to get through a lot of things.

I particularly remember when he needed to study in the library; I would sleep in the car. When he played football, I would join the committee organizing the match. When he attended job interviews (just two, anyway), I would iron his shirt the night before. When I was in-between jobs (which were many times that my current GM took note about it), he would support me financially. We dated for eight years before he bought me that “Will you marry me?” ring, finally.

Although we got married, more tests do still come for the both of us. Abi has been working for a year in the Lion City now. Meanwhile, I am still holding onto my job in Bangi. Actually, I wished I could be there for him more once we are together officially. I want to cook him meals (though I suck, big time!), do his laundry (he nagged about it yesterday) and take care of our private apartment that he rents in Pasir Ris.

Right now I am trying to be rational and not freaking out just yet. I mean, Singapore is not that far I could always cross the border to get to him. Abi would come back every other weekend to our serviced apartment which he bought in Serdang. In addition, he seems to be doing well in his work over there and I am supportive in his career. So I do not want him to come back to KL just for me alone.

However, there was something Abi said yesterday that had put me deeper in this whole dilemma. He said, “I never push you to work, you know.” Well, I know my husband can afford a good life for us. Yet, I have to really hate my job to quit. It is not that I really love my job also, but I can still stand it this far. So my husband’s so-called offer will be KIV until the right moment arrives.

Last night before Abi left for Singapore, he had bought me another gold band that would be my 1st month anniversary gift. That said, now I need to think of a gift for him. Then again, I have a whole week to do that.