.: Roaches :.

I never really like 'em roaches.

Just the other night, while watching an episode of Breaking Bad (I'm late at joining the bandwagon), and lo and behold, a big Bad roach decided to join me.

I shriek and called my husband to the rescue. He got rid of it. And I continue to turn back my attention to the TV.

Later that night, I asked him how he got rid of the cockroach. You see, the husband has this annoying habit of disposing the roaches deaf bodies into the toilet bowl. And for some reason, the roaches tend not to go down in spite of being flushed (resilient even at death). He, knowing why I asked, replied "In the tpilet bowl, where its swimming and scuba driving".

Tsk, my husband's humour!

.: CS Lewis : To Love At All :.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

C.S. Lewis - Four Love

.: Tamagotchi :.

So, Joel, who is now eight (already!), was talking to me about his new toy Furby. He also mentioned that he has downloaded the app on his IPad.

"I can feed my Furby and play with my Furby on my IPad" said Joel, with enthusiasm.

"Oh wow! Just like a Tamagotchi!" I said.

And Joel gave me a blank look.

"What's a Ta-what-go-chi?"

It was then I realised that it's been almost a decade and a half ago of the Tamagotchi era, Joel's parents have probably not even met each other at that time!

Oh boy, I am THAT old huh?

Image : Wikimedia

.: Broken Hearts :.

I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have known them all your life or you may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrelevant — you cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.

Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary — because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will — eventually.

For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.

Broken Hearts, Lang Leav

.: On A Lighter Note :.

The husband and I were walking in a shopping mall after our church service one day.

A persistent credit card sales person came up to us and as if we’d like to apply for card. We politely decline. Not willing to give up without a fight, he throw his sales pitch

“Sir, apply for card today, get free holiday for you and your girlfriend!” he said with full of enthusiasm.

I looked at the person with a grin and turned to my husband and said out loud “Since when you have a girlfriend?”

A turned back to the sales person, who was obviously momentarily shocked by my comment, and I said to him “I’m his wife!”

Thne I proceed to tease the husband out loud, who at this time was shaking his head, about his girlfriend, leaving behind a very amused sales person.

Well, it’s just one of those playful-mode days I have! :)