Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
Psst...click the words above to navigate.
Best viewed, unfortunately, in Internet Explorer.
Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
Psst...click the words above to navigate.
Best viewed, unfortunately, in Internet Explorer.
14 minutes till the World Cup Qualifier between Uruguay and Australia.
(I figured since Singapore has never come anywhere close to the World Cup, I shall live vicariously through Tony's country of origin.)
But first, a rather sobering realisation. Not all marriages may last.
I am at that age where everyone's getting married. I am spared the epidemic proportions because I've left all my friends (save Audrey who came here) in Singapore, so it's not like I really feel the herd instinct moving people along. Still, the latest catchup sessions invariably end up with who's marrying whom these days. And so it goes.
But this past week, I've come to know about nuptials as new as mine that are under fire. One such revelation came from a blog. And while I know blogs only reflect a very limited scope of reality, it was still disconcerting to know that things can unravel so quickly, so soon. And while I am no stranger to the fall out when it does, it still leaves me quaking slightly now, only because they share a common milestone I've just entered into.
Before Tony and I entered into our marriage, we knew we weren't going to put together a prenup. We were of the same mind that marriage is permanent (even though divorces are "allowed") and we were determined to make sure there were no avenues open to us that would make divorce seem like the best option we could take, when things become hard. It's a huge undertaking, a phenomenal mental and emotional commitment to something Absolute and unwavering. But then again, your parents will always be your parents, your siblings will always be your siblings... so now that you've married someone and he's family, why shouldn't your spouse always be your spouse?
I write this without judgment or pride. I hope I write this without pride most of all. I think I've seen enough marriages crumble in my family history to know that it's no easy thing remaining devoted to each other like that. It's not enough that people simply exist with each other... I want to know 20/30/40/50 years down the road that Tony is still my husband in the truest sense of the word. That we continually give each other all we got. That we never stop considering one another because that way, both of us will be taken care of and loved. That we get it.
I've done really stupid, sinful things before but I really pray that I won't fail in 2 things - my marriage to Jesus, and my marriage to Tony. Okay, make that 3 things if and when children come in the picture.
Now to kick some Uruguay butt.
Singaporean Chick embarking on
Adventure of Lifetime with
Cute Aussie Bloke.
Crazy turn of events officiated
18th December 2004.
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~ Accomplishments So Far ~Still Married After 13 months
Attained Driver's License!
Manual one, too!
On my first try!
Found a Real Job
BOUGHT A HOUSE
Bought a coffee table
Climbed part of Mt Kosciusko
Chilled with Mum
Organised a house warming party
Good health
Good friends
Renewed relationship with God
"A house is a machine for living." -- Buckminster Fuller, designer/architect/inventor
Check out back entries,
predating the emergence of Mrs Velle
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