True Love or Great Sex?

- POSTED BY adrian ON Tue 7th Apr 2009 @ 1:02 am

Questions like these should never be asked to a man.  And it’s not because we don’t know the answer.  The answer is of course true love.  Errr… isn’t it? :P

It’s because a question like that makes our brain do some unnecessarily thinking.  *Hmmm… I think… true… no no no…. great…. no no.  Geez, I’d like to use a life line. I’d like to phone a friend?*

Why?  Why ask us?  No answer will ever be acceptable to you ladies.

If I say "Why dear, of course true love."  She will say "So I’m bad in bed? Is that what you’re saying!? What!? I’m not good enough for you!?"

If I say "Why dear, great sex of course."  She will say "So what do you call what we have? A fling!? What!? I’m not good enough for you!?"

The best thing to do in this situation is to fake a stomach ache and run to the toilet, lock the door and climb out the window.

So I used my life line and phoned a friend.  Ok, actually it was a conversation over coffee with two friends.  Two female friends who are sisters.  One’s still single, the other married with kids.  Single one says that with true love you’ll never know until it’s too late.  Great sex you’ll know in the morning. :P

The married one says she wouldn’t know.  She’s still waiting for great sex to happen. :P

What’s your take?  Guys no need to crack your head.  There’s no right or wrong answer. :P


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X’mas 2008

- POSTED BY adrian ON Wed 31st Dec 2008 @ 5:16 pm

If you haven’t guessed it by now, I’ve brought up the divorce issue with wifey.  An opportunity presented itself before X’mas.  The kids were away.  My wife asked me about X’mas plans and I told her about V.  It was a hard thing to do.  My head felt like it was in a pressure cooker.  Anyway, I don’t feel like talking about it now.

But in the end, I didn’t get to spend X’mas with the kids but I managed to ‘kidnap’ them on X’mas Eve. :P

V took dotter to 1 Utama where she pampered dotter with a haircut & rebonding, a manicure and some serious shopping.  I feel V is just trying so hard to get into the kids’ good books.  Worried that they might not accept her or something.

My son and I stayed back and went to the pool instead.  When they got back, dotter also wanted to swim.  I told her no because she had just spent a fortune on her hair but her Auntie V said it was ok (Trying hard again).  RM300+ flushed down the drain.

V had made reservations at one of my absolute favorite restaurants in Bangsar for dinner and had called to increase the seating for two kids.  But come dinner time, the kids pestered to go to the_Ship instead.

Waiting just to eat their escargots?
I absolutely pening to go to the_Ship_Damansara on such occasions.  First they never accept reservations.  Second, it’s always hard to find parking.  Lastly, people seem to flock there and prefer to wait in line even though they know it will be jammed packed.

I dropped V and dotter off at the entrance while my son and I went around finding parking.

While we were walking pass some pubs there, there were three lovely ladies standing outside one of the pubs.  They were some beer promoter and you know they dress to kill, in short minis and all.  So we were walking pass them and my son commented to me, "Pheet weet… lenglui hor?"  The ladies laughed and one said to me in Cantonese, "So young oledi so sai lek (so terror)."  Walking away my son asked me why we were not eating there instead? :P

I wonder if I will get to experience such moments with my best friend again in the future.

After dinner, V suggested we take the kids over to Laundry_The_Curve for drinks but the jam was horrendous.  It was almost impossible and we decided to give up and turned back to V’s apartment.  The kids spent the night there with us.  My wife was ‘not pleased’ but I had to be selfish.  I promised my wife that she could have them back first thing tomorrow morning.

The next morning, my kids said goodbye to their Auntie V and when they hugged her, V cried.  My kids kept asking why she was crying.

I told the kids to leave all the stuff that V had bought for them at the apartment.  I don’t know whether my wife would burn them if she found out it was from V.  :P

So how was your X’mas?


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The Wedding Singer

- POSTED BY adrian ON Thu 27th Nov 2008 @ 2:43 am

Anyone seen the movie - the Wedding Singer?  In my opinion one of Adam Sandler’s better movies.   Anyone know where I can get DVD copies?  Uncle Ho has no idea what I’m talking about. :P



Sandler performing at a wedding right after being left heartbroken at the altar. Hilarious!



Winning the main lady’s heart with this song.

I wanna grow old with you

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I’ll miss you
I’ll kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

I’ll need you
I’ll feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you


Hard to open my mouth

- POSTED BY adrian ON Fri 31st Oct 2008 @ 12:48 am

It seemed so much easier the last time I said it.  Maybe it was easier because of all the tulan-ness my wife put me through.  Maybe because my conscience was clear then.

Now I find it hard to open my mouth.

I’m not trying to delay the inevitable.  To be completely honest, these days I don’t feel like a married man except when I’m with my kids.  I don’t sleep in the same bed with my wife.  Whenever I’m at home, we hardly speak.  The things we say are said because of responsibilities.  "I’m picking up the kids today." "I’m taking the kids to have dinner with my parents this Saturday." "Can you take the kids on Sunday?"

Maybe it’s harder because I’m seriously involved with V now.

Maybe it’s harder because this time round, I feel the need to say I’m sorry.

Maybe because my wife have not been at peace for some time now and I can see she is beginning to find it.  Her parents and siblings are back in her life now.  The kids are closer to her now.

But sometimes life kicks you hard and seems to enjoy kicking you.  First, her dad had to go for an operation.  Then her nephew fell down the stairs and fractured his skull.  And now the person who has taken care of her from young, the person she loves the most, her grandmother, has a heart condition and needs to go for heart surgery.  So obviously wifey has been distraught.

She asked me to visit her father when he had his operation last week which I did.  Pretending that all is well with us.  One happy family.  Yesterday I went to visit her grandmother.  Pretending again.

And I couldn’t find it in me to sit her down for a serious discussion.  Waiting for all these hiccups to pass, seems to be the right thing to do.  Or is it?  When all the dust has settled, life will kick her again.  Her husband has been having an affair and wants a divorce.


I am Auntie

- POSTED BY adrian ON Wed 24th Sep 2008 @ 9:42 pm

I’m not a fan of HK serials or any Chinese dramas.  My wife spends her evenings watching them on Astro.  So does my mom.  I don’t.  So if you ask me this actor’s name or that actress’s name, I have no clue.

Heart of Greed
A few months ago, V bought dvds of the series Heart of Greed.  I think I have seen my wife and dotter glued in front of the TV watching it before but I never did care.  My cantonese is ‘pun tung suei’ (half bucket water) anyway.

But because of V, I had to spend a weekend some time back watching it with her.  I thought I’d just sit through a few episodes, as long as I fulfilled my responsibilities as her man, as long as I fulfilled my ’spending time’ quota, as long as I did what I’m supposed to do but…… I got hooked into it.  I watched the whole Heart of Greed series and got teary eyed in the process.  That was some time ago.  Lost in my memory chest somewhere.

Moonlight Resonance
Recently, I’ve been blog hopping and I’ve seen bloggers blogging about the series Moonlight Resonance especially that crazy chinese woman in Canada.  I’ve seen my wife hitting a divider just to rush back to catch the latest episodes on Astro.  Even the internet cafe near my home has the full episodes in their movies library.

Last week at the apartment, V pulled out 6 DVDs of Moonlight Resonance.  I sighed and smirked.  "What is it with you women and HK serials? You are so easily suckered into these dramas."  I said with every inch of machoness in me while flexing my biceps. "Arrgh! Arrgh!"

30 episodes and approximately one thousand three hundred and fifty minutes later, I was bitching about Hung Jeh, I was bitching about Sa Yi, I was bitching about why Goon Ga Jai still hadn’t made a move on Yu So Chau.  What the hell is he waiting for!?

OMG.  I had turned into an auntie!

Last weekend, I passed by my regular Uncle Ho and waited until there were no customers around before quickly getting down from my car and asked for disc 7 and 8 of Moonlight Resonance.  When I got it, I immediately called V.  She warned me not to watch it without her.  At the apartment I kept calling her.  "Are you here yet? Are you here yet?"

When she arrived with a box of pizza from Pizza_Uno, there was none of the usual *muaks muaks* "How was your day dear?".  There was only "Fai tit lah! Fai tit lah!"

Last weekend, after 10 more episodes of Moonlight Resonance, my transformation into an auntie was complete.  It will take some time for me to regain my full machoness. 

 

ps: I think Heart of Greed was better than Moonlight Resonance.


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