chi.mer.i.cal | 1. created by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; highly improbable
2. given to unrealistic fantasies; fanciful
cog.i.ta.tions |
1. thoughtful considerations; meditations
2. serious thoughts, carefully considered reflections
when i first told my wife that i had started a blog, her first response was : "we share?"
a very typical response, on hindsight, coming from a girl who firmly embraces the philosophy that what is mine is hers, and what is hers is also hers.
i looked up at her, and replied. "no." (though to be perfectly honest, i probably didn't bother looking up before responding. in fact, come to think of it, this might have been a telephone conversation. in which case looking up would have been really pointless. unless, of course, i was already looking up. in any case, i am allowed journalistic license to embellish the truth to make a better story, and so the said diversion of my line of sight shall remain on record.)
not because i cared either way whether she makes entries on this blog, mind you. more because the marital relationship has a funny way of making one appreciate brevity when holding discourses with one's wife. (i'm doing the third person thing again aren't i.) and "no" is one syllable as compared to "ok" which is two.
anyhow, over dinner tonight, i decided to revise my previous position, and with appropriate eye contact and sincerity in my voice, offered to add her as a contributor to this blog. something i have no idea how to do, but which i think can be done. going unspoken was my reasoning that since i was encountering teething problems with coming up with suitable content for entries, perhaps the addition of another poster would help. something along the lines of two incompetent bloggers being better than one.
she beamed at me and went "ok!" most happily. thinking this the end of the conversation (and all further conversation for the meal), i went back to my fries and pondering whether i could arrange a basketball game for that evening.
several minutes later, she looked at me with an earnest and slightly worried expression on her face. she had obviously given the issue much thought. "i'm not sure i'd be able to think of anything to blog about. what about i be your number one fan and reader instead?"
i do love you. and you'll always be my number one reader, if only because it would be quite hard to find a second person reading my blog. our blog?
on a separate note, i went on a shopping spree of sorts in marina square. bought a leather case to protect my precious creative zen vision:m :
and a work shirt from zara :
probably spent as much money as i have in the past two months combined. playing basketball on sunday afternoons is a far more economical alternative to shopping. a lot more fun too. but at least i have pictures to post.
a very typical response, on hindsight, coming from a girl who firmly embraces the philosophy that what is mine is hers, and what is hers is also hers.
i looked up at her, and replied. "no." (though to be perfectly honest, i probably didn't bother looking up before responding. in fact, come to think of it, this might have been a telephone conversation. in which case looking up would have been really pointless. unless, of course, i was already looking up. in any case, i am allowed journalistic license to embellish the truth to make a better story, and so the said diversion of my line of sight shall remain on record.)
not because i cared either way whether she makes entries on this blog, mind you. more because the marital relationship has a funny way of making one appreciate brevity when holding discourses with one's wife. (i'm doing the third person thing again aren't i.) and "no" is one syllable as compared to "ok" which is two.
anyhow, over dinner tonight, i decided to revise my previous position, and with appropriate eye contact and sincerity in my voice, offered to add her as a contributor to this blog. something i have no idea how to do, but which i think can be done. going unspoken was my reasoning that since i was encountering teething problems with coming up with suitable content for entries, perhaps the addition of another poster would help. something along the lines of two incompetent bloggers being better than one.
she beamed at me and went "ok!" most happily. thinking this the end of the conversation (and all further conversation for the meal), i went back to my fries and pondering whether i could arrange a basketball game for that evening.
several minutes later, she looked at me with an earnest and slightly worried expression on her face. she had obviously given the issue much thought. "i'm not sure i'd be able to think of anything to blog about. what about i be your number one fan and reader instead?"
i do love you. and you'll always be my number one reader, if only because it would be quite hard to find a second person reading my blog. our blog?
on a separate note, i went on a shopping spree of sorts in marina square. bought a leather case to protect my precious creative zen vision:m :
and a work shirt from zara :
probably spent as much money as i have in the past two months combined. playing basketball on sunday afternoons is a far more economical alternative to shopping. a lot more fun too. but at least i have pictures to post.
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