Blink of an Eye

So many things have happened since Nat last blogged. She has been promoted to be a vocalist in church, danced for many events and baptized. Soon, she'll be going for her industrial training.



Work on the other hand has totally confiscated my life.

Nat has grown cuter and prettier by the day.

A Day in Genting 2

Here are some pictures we took in Genting.

Dr. Do-Nat-tle

While hanging out with Nat one day, she showed me a long list of requirements she has for the guy of her dream. There’s the pre-requisite that he must be a Christian, must be a guy, musical, plays at least an instrument, likes kids, tall dark and handsome. (I probably made some up as I typed). Tucked away on those lines and lines of ideals of her man was an animal lover.

I like animals, from afar. I like to watch them on National Geographic channel, in the zoo, securely caged and far away from human contact. Oh, did I mention I like fishes too? I get lost just staring at them wiggle their way inside the confines of the acquarium. That’s the extent of my love for animals. When animals come into contact with humans, things can get pretty unpredictable.

Let’s talk about cats. The last time I had any involvement with them was spalishing cold water at cats at 5 a.m. Those nerve wracking, spine chilling cat calls can make a statue shiver. Then there’s the problem with cat pooh, on my driveway.

If cats’ only contact with me was their smell and noise, dogs, on the other hand, love to pounce, lick, and heaven forbid, bite.

Well, enough about cats and dogs. Ever since being with Dr. Do-Nat-tle who sometimes make me about my ranking with those cutty furballs. I notice that she has cunningly tried to seduce me into liking the animals she likes. More than twice I was reluctantly dragged to observe newly born kittens, mother cats, ugly cats and gay cat. (Yes, she knows cats the best). More than twice I was left dumbfounded watching human to animal communications. Her strategy is two-pronged, (i) maximum exposure and (ii) maximum seduction.

(i) maximum exposure includes being cajoled to pet shops, seeing kittens, dogs, rabits, hamsters.
(ii) maximum seduction (by the animals, ahem!) means trying to get the cute little kitties into my well guarded no-animal heart.

I hate to admit, but it seems to be working. *cries*

A Wonderful Experience

After spending about three months in my new place, my parents got back together. The last day spent in the apartment was extremely memorable. I remember taking Nat to visit the apartment before dad and I moved there. We went Tesco and bought a carton of Coke (took me about 2 months to finish that), we went to Ikea to hunt for furnitures and cleaned the place there together.

Nat and I shared many memories together at the temporary home. We practiced for our dance exams there, outlined our new dance class there and had fun swimming under the stars.

The thing wasn’t so much about my new place. It was about Nat who has always loved me and cared for me. Her love for me was spelled time and I am so grateful for someone like Nat.

Malacca...

Had a really great time in Malacca, though the leaders meeting had me walking away having a lot of thoughts in mind, some of it concerning whether or not I should continue serving. The highlight was on Friday night, when I could just lay down at the poolside, feel the wind and gaze at the... sky full of clouds. Sigh... didn't see any stars. However, I did see a lot of bats!

I’ve Moved

Yesterday my dad and mom got seperated. He and I moved to another place.

Nat was rather sad for my mummy. She did come and help me clean my new place and spent lots and lots of time with me. We went on a shopping spree to get stuff for my new place.

Money and Marriage

Nat and I were at McD’s yesterday night and one of the things we talked about was managing money in a marriage. Should a couple have joint account, where income from both parties are shared? Or should they hold separate accounts – my money’s mine and vice versa? In a separate account, each person’s income remain solely theirs. Obviously there will be some mutual expenses like logging, food, kids, etc. Whether it’s a 50-50 split for common family expenses are nitty details of this school of thought. The good thing about this type of financial management is any party and enjoy the fruits of their labour at their own expense. If the girl’s earning more than the husband, she can indulge herself even if her husband goes absolutely crazy over her obsession with the $1000 Fendi handbag or “Chanel perfume, Nose shoes, MNG outfits, Beatrice Looi’s dresses, Clinique make up sets, A Cut Above’s hair pampering session, and some Tiffany’s & Co. jewelleries” [Excerpt from ‘girls-gotta-want-what-girls-gotta-want’]? Guys on the other hand may want a $10 mil yatch, buy a Lexus, sorry, make it a couple of Lexus, Harleys, Titanium golf sets and noted fine-art paintings.

Ever heard of other-halfs cheating on their other-halfs? Plenty. In that case, the girl who’s usually the victim can pack and leave her unfaithful husband without resorting to cutting up his “member”. She can instead cut their financial pie into half (or more) and start all over again.
Sadly, a separate account for married couples is like a unwritten guarantee that the till-death-do-us-part won’t work. Nat feels that couples who begin their union with separation in mind are not acting in trust towards each other. If both have already trusted their bodies to each other, why not money?

Marriage itself is an antithesis to a separate account. Both have vowed to join their lives together and that means their money too. Each must trust the other person with their body assets and real (financial) assets. A withdrawal from the account signifies that whatever is paid for are purchased by both. Instead of being bought by the wife or the husband, it’s being bought by them. Two person being one.

I told Nat I like this idea of joint account. I know that she trusts me with herself and her stuff and she knows that I trust her with myself and my stuff.