Three year anniversary

Only Three Years

I was sharing with a friend over a very British fare recently (you must try Monster Mash), about the matter that I live with my boyfriend and work at the same place, commute to work together for 3 hours a day and still have many lunches and dinners together (our colleagues are not necessarily our favourite people) ... I love him so much more.

There's a secret to our three-years-and-growing-stronger relationship that rests on great familiarity, being each other's best friends, liking the same conversation topics and his non-existent temper or mood swings, which I believe is essential to a great man.

I know three years may be but a few years for some. Compared to a possible lifetime together, our relationship is still infantile. Also like a child, I watch it grow, weather (small) storms, experience fun and envision its bright future.

And oh boy, do we laugh so much. Every night, almost ritually after we come home together from work, he pulls me on to our bed and gives great big tickles causing me to laugh out loud (possibly alarming my housemates... but I can't help it!).

I'm talking about big hearty laughs like the ones that you are suppose to do during laughing yoga classes... only these ones, you don't have to force it out. You laugh until your mind gets blocked from all this happiness and saps all the bad energies from a hard day at work. My *exorcist then hugs me tight after he is throughly satisfied with his tickle attack. It may have started off as carefree playtime, but soon became one one of the most important elements of my relationship -- a good laugh.

Our third year anniversary was celebrated old school style, with a dinner at a fancy restaurant. We went back to La Papillon and ditched our original plans when we found out it was Chef Anderson Ho's last night (the Chef will be going to National Museum's Muse bar-now-restaurant).

We joked about work and life, talked about the cities we will visit, pondered our futures abroad and he asked for the requisite size of the engagement diamond (answer: conspicuously large) as we slowly and sinfully went through white and red wines and 10 different dishes for our eight course meal (we usually order a degustation menu plus a recommended main dish). It would have been nine dishes... but because it was our anniversary, the Chef sent over his molten chocolate cake with an irresistible hazelnut homemade ice cream that I could not resist despite my very full stomach.

I can't imagine how my life would be without my *Gallant. I hate girls who say that and the clicheness implied. But I can't help it.

Sick in bed, sick at heart

Sick (In Bed + at Heart)

Thankfully, *Gallant was there to take care of me.

I welcome distraction, friends, dinners and celebrations at gloomy days like these (and don't worry -- stomach viruses don't infect others).

And thankfully, there's a big 3 year anniversary for *D & *G in about a week's time!