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Friday, January 06, 2006

The first week in school has been a breeze, such that i've been surviving on 5-6 hours of sleep every night and still can function like a normal human being... hmm whatever that means.

My husband had his friend over last night and I knew he had lots of fun. For the first time in a long while, i have not heard him laugh so loud and long. I guess he really needed to get out of this couple-dom that we have and just have some plain silly fun. I must admit i'm not the most fun person to be with. With my convictions about certain things (like drinking and dancing the night away in a club), i don't really have "fun" in the conventional sense. I do like a game of badminton or two with friends and just chilling out at the park or at a beach would be great as well. But hubby doesn't like the beach and won't play badminton till the quality graded racquets can be bought and all the relevant paraphernalia.. So simply put, he's not interested.

And i'm a stingy poker. So give me books, coffee, chocolate, a bicycle, a bus/ferry ticket to an island and my husband who won't start pining for the city again and i think.. that is all the fun i need. By the time his friend was about to leave, i was happily enjoying the silence of my thoughts and the sleep that's slowly enveloping me. It was a wonderful sensation. I didn't even know his friend was leaving, didn't hear hannon coming into the room. I woke up only when he kissed me and said i love you.

posted by happyhannon at 10:29 AM