The Eagle Has Landed
"Control tower, this is Gnat-Oh-One. We have Touchdown."
Gene is currently making himself comfy; working on his computer in the living room, while muching on breakfast of wan tan mee - hiam jiou juay - and having brilliant coffee - made by our very own coffee machine.
Yep. He's BACK. Albeit, with a small kerfuffle with one piece of luggage.
The mess has also been transferred 20,000 miles into our new place. Attempting to keep it in control but think that's going to be a futile effort.
Sigh. Gene. If you read this. The floor is NOT a closet.
This reunion has been surreal: we look very different (we're both impressed by how two months can change both physiques), we're also behaving differently (well waddaya expect? Not a limpet hanger on a la Rochester liao) and we're exploring this new-ish relationship again - its like dating all over again. We're actually holding hands. *gasp!* when we go out. Talk about renewal.
Of course, right now, am off work, so we have time to rediscover all the things we like together and exercise like bunnies together. He's swum and biked (we just have to convince him to run and he can do a marathon) extensively while I have been lifting.
We're going to try out our new wakeboards in about an hour's time.
Of course, today is a bit cloudy while the last few days have been really nice and sunny; its just arse luck.
It's been a hectic three days since he arrived early on Tuesday morning. But that said; have managed to catch Oosh and St James' Power Station already. That boy can run on very very little sleep now. Not quite lil ole me.
PS: He promises that he will keep up his bloglet. Well, eventually anyway.
Gene is currently making himself comfy; working on his computer in the living room, while muching on breakfast of wan tan mee - hiam jiou juay - and having brilliant coffee - made by our very own coffee machine.
Yep. He's BACK. Albeit, with a small kerfuffle with one piece of luggage.
The mess has also been transferred 20,000 miles into our new place. Attempting to keep it in control but think that's going to be a futile effort.
Sigh. Gene. If you read this. The floor is NOT a closet.
This reunion has been surreal: we look very different (we're both impressed by how two months can change both physiques), we're also behaving differently (well waddaya expect? Not a limpet hanger on a la Rochester liao) and we're exploring this new-ish relationship again - its like dating all over again. We're actually holding hands. *gasp!* when we go out. Talk about renewal.
Of course, right now, am off work, so we have time to rediscover all the things we like together and exercise like bunnies together. He's swum and biked (we just have to convince him to run and he can do a marathon) extensively while I have been lifting.
We're going to try out our new wakeboards in about an hour's time.
Of course, today is a bit cloudy while the last few days have been really nice and sunny; its just arse luck.
It's been a hectic three days since he arrived early on Tuesday morning. But that said; have managed to catch Oosh and St James' Power Station already. That boy can run on very very little sleep now. Not quite lil ole me.
PS: He promises that he will keep up his bloglet. Well, eventually anyway.
bwahahaha. sorry nat. but that "exercise like bunnies together" part just has me in stitches!
maybe that's not what you meant, but it sure sounds like it. then again, being apart for so long, maybe that IS what you meant ;)
I'm glad you guys are together again. don't be strangers ya?
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vagus |
09:54