TUBBY HUBBY

i had read this column in the newpaper yesterday, and i quote:

"he may irritate me to no end and, to be fair, i do the same to him. but when all the fighting's done and we curl up on the sofa to lick our battle scars, i know there's no one i'd rather bicker with.

and that, to me, makes him my mr right."

the writer thinks there's no such thing as mr right, and that a mr wrong could be a mr right, if you think him to be.

she even quoted an example about one of her friends marrying this guy who made her tie his shoelaces.

all her friends thought it was a match made in hell and that her friend was doing the dumbest thing getting married to him.

but come fourth child later, he had mellowed down enough to take the baby while she has her girly chats with the girls.

in that sense, mr wrong could become mr right. in time.

so what does it take for something like this to work?

THE BULL AND TEDDY

i was arguing with the boss today.

for two whole topics we argued, and both times, cabs and bikes that passed by wrecked it.

we were doing a recording for a new segment to market - THE BULL AND TEDDY.

no brownie points for guessing who the teddy is. =(

so i've been feeling really tired of late, with headaches and colds beseiging my energy level.

every night, i just want to head home and rest...screw the social activity (though some can't be helped cuz they're work-related).

and because of this, union has had to take a backseat.

but after some thinking, union seems like a better option for weekdays than the weekends now.

my bro's gets outta camp over the weekend and i just have a lotta fun hanging with him.

now that the whole CAO thing is outta the way (well, pretty much), i'm re-visiting the joy of living with the family.

my mom jests that she can now use my bags and shoes...

i just can't wait till i move everything in my room at costa rhu back to the nest.

i miss my bed.

it suddenly feels alien to be back there.