Sometimes I wonder, how much do we have to go through to rightfully become an adult. And it's definitely not number of years lived. Number of career changes? Neh, not if you're public slacker number one. Number of heartbreaks undergone? Possibly. But due to recent experiences, methinks all it takes is just for one full-fledged moving house exercise to make one grow up very very quickly.
The amount of affairs to sort out are mindboggling. It would have been easy to just call up some movers to come and dispose of the furniture, except I happen to have a major pack rat as a mother who insists that we keep almost everything. Personally I don't see the logic in keeping furniture that I inherited from my housemate, much less paying to keep it in storage for two months.
Even my old Motorola handphone, which after 3 years, had veritably been used to an inch of its useful life, was not spared my mother's glinty eye. I wouldn't protest much if she actually ended up using half of the stuff she kept, but the damn Motorola handphone is still sitting in one of her overflowing drawers at home. Apparently the keypad was too small to see. Which, I told her at the beginning when I wanted to throw it out! *exasperated*
But I relented in favour of my mother's myopic whims, and that's how I ended up getting slapped with a RM2,000 storage bill for furnitures most of which I didn't buy.
*looks sadly at credit card* *sniffs burnt aroma of singed plastic*
Now the only thing I have to do is suspend the Astro subscription for two months. And leave some doggie poop in the store room as a gift for my stick-up-the-arse landlord. Hehe, I kid, I kid.
--------------------------------
Cervical cancer injection. Now being contemplated to be provided free to young schoolgirls. But of course, they're only contemplating the first vaccination, Gardasil, whereas Cervarix, the second one, which gives more protection against more strains of HPV that cause cervical cancer, is not free.
Doctors think its best to vaccinate prior to initiating sexual activity for the first time, but of course you and I know that ship has long sailed.
But better late than never, as long as you make sure you continue going for regular Pap smears, as the vaccination only protects about 70% of the time.
A: Reminds me we are ageing.
Me: Yes, and precautions need to be taken. Vaccination is RM600 for 3 dosages over 6 months.
A: Man, its easier to be male.
Me: Not really. Hernia hurts like a bitch. :D
A: True. And getting kicked in the nuts. And there's prostate cancer.
------------------------
I got the EPF nomination confirmation in the mail today. So if I die prematurely, my mom and my aunt will have access to my EPF funds without having to battle it out with them.
Name your EPF nominee today.
------------------------
Is it true that as couples get comfortable with each other, all they want to do in their free time is stay home? Watch DVD, play Guitar Hero, but basically stay at home and chill? Our plan to go to Shangrila lounge for drinks on Saturday night has not materialized. Heck, we slept at 730pm last Saturday night. I'm getting a tad worried, even though I'm mighty fine with just staying at home.
So should we push ourselves to go out even though we want to stay at home? In the name of not becoming a boring old pair?
Case in point - He booked us a room at One World Hotel for the NY Eve celebrations. We were late so we didn't manage to get the room facing the fireworks. After dinner, we hardly bothered to make an effort to walk out to watch the fireworks. In fact, it took considerable effort just to stay barely awake til midnight, when the fireworks began. Out of habit more than desire, I hopped out of the bed to dutifully see if I could catch any fireworks. I did, saw the entire fireworks reflection in the opposite building's windows.
Me: Dear, dear, look. We can see fireworks after all, its reflected from opposite... *presses nose against window as if that will help me see the fireworks better*
Him: *unintelligible mumbling*
Me: Dear... what? come see...
Him: *grunt and rolls over to face the other side*
Me: Sleeping already ar?
Him: *grunts in acknowledgement*
Me: *contemplates whether to pull up a chair to watch the display* *eyes too heavy* *goes back to bed* *fast asleep within minutes*
How la. I don't want to become one half of a boring, dusty musty couple.
No comments:
Post a Comment