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Still Me & U, Just Us Two

This year marks our 10th year as a married couple. I was actually looking forward to celebrating our milestone but sadly, Ah Por passed away just 6 days ago. No, no, not that I am not allowed to celebrate or anything like that. But I just don't quite feel like it. And really not feeling like celebrating my birthday either 😔😔😔 August used to be my favourite month 😔😔😔

Sorry this all sounds a bit depressing. But I do write a post each year to celebrate our anniversary and kinda didn't wanna stop this tradition. 

Well, in celebration of our 10th year together, MOH had kinda coerced me into going to Singapore! Why? Because he was participating in the Bintan 70.3 and it so happened to be right on our anniversary date. In actual truth, when he booked the trip a month back, he either forgot the date or he didn't care about the date and was too tuned into doing his half-ironman until I pointed it out to him. So I feigned being upset. He panicked and booked my flight to Singapore! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I had not even wanted to go anywhere cos I wanted to save my trip till the Mooncake Festival to spend time with Ah Por (obviously now this trip is busted). Well, he sent me the hotel booking and flight and that was that. But then, Ah Por passed away so... 😔😔😔 that was that too 😭😭😭

You know, truth was, it was ok for me. We celebrated our marriage everyday anyway. After all, we're a "me and you, just us two" couple. But we really had our own lives to lead. What with work and family and all that stuff so we understand that sometimes, things will keep us apart for a bit. Even during our long Water Festival holidays in April, we made separate trips though we went home to Malaysia together. I spent time with Ah Por and he spent time with his parents. This had always been us. 

This year had been a bit trying though, for the both of us. First with MOH's father going through a heart attack and a heart surgery. He had to fly back every week and I held the fort while he was away. And then recently, with my Ah Por too. 

But what got us through was truly the strength we gave each other. Actually, we don't say much to each other. We played our parts silently as the understanding other half. After 10 years, it's not about the "I love yous" anymore but it's more about being that solid anchor for each other in times of need. It's about making sure we are well during our most stressful times, during our heartbreaking moments, a hug, holdings hands, hot breakfast, a heartwarming dinner, a healthy smoothie in the morning. 

That kind of understanding comes through having gone through lots of ups and downs together, hitting our highs and smashing down to rock bottom. It also comes with maturity. Demanding for time, this and that, or having rules and arguing about shit isn't going to make things easier. And we both place priority in ensuring that the space we have with each other is for providing a warm shelter for our hearts. So none of those teenage drama shit. Of cos it's not all perfect. We sometimes bring home some of the shit and spew it all over the other one, but the other must then go back to understanding that it's ok. We're not perfect. And we will get through it the same as we always had. 

This is not to say we don't have our fun and laughs. We do all the time. That's why I said we celebrated our marriage everyday! We still enjoy annoying each other, pranking each other. Speaking of which, the other day as I was going through my phone gallery, I found this strange video.. so I played it. It was pitch black throughout the whole video. But 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ !!! That idiot husband of mine had woken up in the middle of the night and recorded me snoring !!!! I will get my revenge. He needs to as always, sleep with his eyes opened !! 😈😈😈 My pranks are always 100 times worse. *evil grin* 

To my dearest husband, who is more my best friend, the one who tolerates my gangsta, thug-life behaviour, the one who sneak sweaters into my hand-carry bag because it is your way of telling me you're keeping me warm, the one who enjoys the simply-cooked food that I dished out, the one who farts in my face all the bloody time, the one who lets me occupy 3/4 of the bed, the one who takes my elbows and kicks and punches as I practise my MMA in my sleep, the one whom I know will let me do whatever the hell I want as long as I am happy, the one who is so anal about mold even more so than me, the one with the cute tushie... I'm just very glad and blessed it's you. 

Here's to 10 years of craziness and I look forward to so many more laughs and adventures with you. You're my rock!