What Do You Mean Anything I Want to Do?

My birthday is coming soon and we were in bed the other night and I casually asked me sweetie if she had planned anything for me (yes I am that narcissistic and thick skinned). To my horror of horrors, my sweetie said she hadn't planned anything and asked me if there was anything in particular I would like to do. Anything I would like to do? What do you mean "anything I would like to do"? Shouldn't you be planing everything and surprising me on this ooo-so-special day? You mean you haven't planned anything at all?

I was clearly upset and I even asked her if she was pretending not to have planned anything so that I would be surprised. She laughed and said she really hadn't planned anything and if she did, how could she tell me she was pretending not to have planned anything because then I wouldn't be surprised. Refusing to accept this, and in desperation I might add, I said I didn't really need to know what she planned exactly, I just needed to know that she had planned something. All I got was raised eyebrows, a shaking head and a very puzzled look.

I was upset. Clearly upset. So upset that tears started streaming down my face. This was my birthday! Its a once in a year thing. How often do I turn ** (that's a secret)??? I turned my back and faced the tv and started to sniff. Yes, I was dramatic, exaggerated and princess-y but it was my right, my right, my birthday right *stamps feet*.

Notwithstanding my melodramatic ways, my sweetie wrapped herself around me and whispered, "Yes, of course I've planned something. I even have options."

And I was happy again.

Squid Sperm

My sweetie and I were getting all domesticated during the weekend, peeling potatoes, packing prawns and cleaning squid. My sweetie suddenly holds up this translucent bag and goes, "Look, its a sperm sac..."

Me: "Yew.... gross..."

Sweetie: "What yew, its nice to eat! My dad and I love the squid sperm sac..."

Me: [horrified] "But you can't eat squid sperm... you're suppose to be GAY!"

We threw the squid sperm sac away and that was the end of that.

Our Date with the Empress

Remember how I got tickets for Forbidden City? Well after months of waiting (I bought the tickets in July, the show was in September), we finally went down to the Esplanade last week to catch it.


I had watched the earlier run of it, but this run was still fabulous. It had all the parts I already liked about it, with some interesting new additions. We had the best seats, right smack in the middle and close enough to the stage for me to see Kit Chan's every wince. All in all, I thought it was a remarkable performance.


I'm glad A liked it. A's always been a theatrical sorta person and nothing pleased me more about the entire evening than the fact that A enjoyed it. Since then, I noticed A's been bursting into song and dance far more frequently than usual. (Yes, on normal days, A already occassionally breaks into a song and dance.)


A has been working so hard, it was nice just getting out of the office and the house and dressing up for the theatre. It was something I had been so looking forward to. By six that evening, I was literally lugging A out of the office. I wish we had more time to do these things, to get excited, to dress up and to revel in an evening of song and dance. I need more of a life I really do.