HAPPY NEW YEAR 2018, GUYS!
Another sign that I’m getting older, apart from ending the year by celebrating our birthdays, is when I look forward to a new year. It feels like I can just leave all my troubles behind and begin again.
I also made a vision board last month! In high school, I was a firm believer of not setting new year’s resolutions.
“I don’t get it, it’s just another date, if you wanna change, just change now.”
That was my raging hormones speaking.
But now, it feels satisfying to set goals and being able to achieve it by the end of the year. It feels like progress, and growing old is all about making progresses .
One of my resolutions for this year is to write more, and just now I thought to myself, whichever day I am not out working, I have to write a post (except weekends I suppose). That’s how I can make a full use of my time for my self-growth and self-satisfaction.
So here I am .
In November, both Em and I turned a year older, two weeks apart from each other. During my birthday week, we were in Miri, where I had the most ridiculous face allergy for weeks. We reckon it was either the water or our hotel room was poorly ventilated.
Em had this surprise party all planned out for me at a fancy restaurant, but I sort of made him cancel it as I really didn’t feel like going out what more to celebrate with my really itchy, ugly face. Uhm yes it was a surprise party, but Em’s really bad at surprising me (be it birthday surprises or surprise trips) so I found out hehe.
He was really kind enough to move the intimate party to our hotel room instead, where I didn’t have to face any strangers; just our close friends who I trusted would still like me despite seeing me looking like The Thing.
On the actual days, we had low key celebrations at our home in Bintulu. Just the two of us, hanging out at home, binging on good food. Just how I like it.
On my birthday, I wanted to have sushi but as we were still new to the area, we didn’t know if they had any or where it was. The Bintulu guide wasn’t that much of a help, so I just brushed the idea off and had my birthday meal at a Korean fusion restaurant instead. It was okay.
I had to leave the following week as I had things to do in KL, and to check on the kids. They were doing fine but my mom tends to succumb to their begging and would often overfeeds them, so I had to play the bad cop and get their diet back on track, hehe.
Em thought he would be celebrating his birthday on his own. Little did he know, before I went back to KL, I had already purchased a ticket to Bintulu dated four days after my flight to KL. It was his birthday week, there was no way I was going to let him celebrate alone. That would be awful. So I went back to KL, ran my errands, spent time with the kids, and off I went back to Bintulu to surprise him.
That week, the plant was having a shut down and he was on the night shift, so I knew when I arrived he would be sleeping in our bed. Em is a heavy sleeper, he’s always so groggy when I wake him up mid-sleep. (This is how I usually get approvals to buy stuff btw ).
When I got home, I saw him sleeping across the bed, occupying the entire space. I too was sleepy as I had an early morning flight, so I asked him to tepi sikit so I could squeeze in. He was of course, groggy, he woke up and said “Huh?“, and moved aside.
I was trying really hard to not laugh.
As I was falling asleep, he suddenly woke up and said,
“Hey apa niiiii? Macam mana baby boleh ada dekat sini haa??? Eeee surprise apa niiiii???”
All the while grinning from ear to ear.
It was HILARIOUS. He was so excited he didn’t want to go back to sleep despite having had about only three hours of sleep.
On his birthday, he wanted to have sushi, too. We had already found out where the restaurant was. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted it, or if he was doing it for me. Asked him several times and he said it’s what he wanted, so off we went.
They only had Sushi King, and the menu was limited. But hey not too shabby, right? We still enjoyed ourselves. We then tapau-ed (I know the actual spelling is dabao but no one uses it) two slices of Secret Recipe cake so we could eat it whilst watching our favourite show at home.
I was quite sad I couldn’t bake Em a birthday cake this year – it’s tradition! But I guess as long as we’re together on our special days, traditions can be whatever we want it to be.
To bigger and better things in 2018 with the love of my life, InsyaAllah .