I'm not bullet proof

On a one fine day, I felt utterly great like I could just do about anything and take things by the bull and by the horn…

I thought of ‘Things’ and ‘People’ that deprived me from getting my ‘Sunlight’ and I want back my laughter and have a good time like I used to be. I’m in charge of myself and I must control not to flop sided or cry silently in the dark corner.

I was having so much pressure at home and becoming a punching bag to their wrong doings and faults though I’m not free from making mistakes too. Life is totally different from my parents’ view and expectation….everything is pre-plan…everything is speed…everything is calculated…and judged. Though they are my parents and I respect them, someone should advise them to just enjoy life as it is and live gracefully. They have and had their days and all their children are ok.

My honey, who was raised from a different wave of speed (life) is more relax, hoping that I would adopt his well being. But sometimes, my upbringing burns the patience in me…that day I had the courage to inform him what went through my head. I was afraid to speak out and made him thinking that I’m alright and I can take any strides but I’m not….(Sorry honey). He’s my pillar of strength who keeps me on and on and on…but if the pillar builds on a shaking ground, it will eventually fall sooner or later….He said; “ Love, you are still my honey bun” and he smiled. I was totally glad and showered him with hugs and kisses…xoxoxoxo…I got my sunshine and rainbow too…there was misty in my eyes …I don’t think I can go through without his supports and understandings and I don’t want him to think that I’m pulling him to the ground or a burden to him. Also, I want him to know, I need him because he is the essence of my perfection and to wash away the pain.

Now, some you guys out there who think that they can buy my friendliness and thought that I can take just any punch from your inconsiderate attitude…keeping me on hold…broken promises…telling tales…pretending nothing had happened…luring me to your schemes…rotten language…trying out…thinking I had or I am not aware…well, you are wrong!

I won’t open the door each time you ring my door bell…you may stay out in the rain

However...I'm not bullet proof

Just another day called weekends

Are two days of weekends enough? After days of working, my weekends were about spring cleaning. My honey compensate to his own recluse, the Slumber Land…how lucky!

Usually after the laundry, I quickly checked my Facebook and then hurried to the kitchen and cook up ‘something’. Usually a couple of simple dishes and many thanks to the kitchen appliances which makes my cooking even easier and quicker…and viola! I was already out of the hot environment and into another ‘hot room’. ..Iron clothes. I HATES ironing clothes! I can just take these clothes to a nearby launderette and get it pressed for a 20 or 30 bucks a week but nawww…I’m saving up and it will be just another two hours in that ‘hot room’ which I may as well takes it as my personal sauna. Once over, I’d be exhausted and a good bath will do but nawww…weekends is also meant for a thorough cleaning the bathroom and toilet too…so here we go again! *sigh* =_=

Later in the evening: “Honey, I’ve just woke up!” …(how lucky!)

After a couple of hours in solitude, engaging myself in some computer games at home, I’ll be up and slaving myself again… If these chores are not met, I have my Sunday to catch up with…

Sunday is my pampering day…scrubbing , cleaning, grooming, steaming, shampooing my personal self…hey, it is hard work too…that is tiring too k….being a female is not that easy actually and it doesn’t comes free. All those cream, make ups and fragrances plus this plus that plus those will sum up $$$$$ to tone your body, face and crowning glory where you guys sort after.

Later in the evening: “Honey, I’ve just woke up!” …(how lucky!)

And at night, I’d love to be pampered by honey…say something nice and beautiful…hugs and kisses after breaking my back and sweat around the house.

How I wish there is another day called weekends where I’d be lounging around instead. And honey, it’s your work-out day! Pampering me… :D

I'd love that (and serenade me with your love song!) Muah! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo from head to toes hahaha…..