How very dumb and noisy

Ery is probably persistently amazed at how careless and dumb I can be – leaving without my wallet, atm, ezlink card and the windows ajar when I’m out of the house like all the time. Just this morning, I slept on the wrong side of the bed and dumped everything on his side into my bag hurriedly thinking that I've my arse covered.

Later that morning, I went Where is that sound coming from? Is it from TV desk? only to realize that it was the alarm from his phone, nicely planted in between my meds and lippy.

When it beaconed on me that I was bordering towards bimboism, I frantically clicked on NY times, BBC and CNN and other intellect-driven sites to bring my IQ level back to room temperature. I even read the business section.

I hope it works, I do feel like one plus one does not add up to two. Wait, it does. Does it?

Let’s see. It’s been a good past few days, except for the gastric. A dinner party on May Day saw us leisurely shopping at rail mall to prepare a dinner for six.

Whipped up mashed potato topped with sautéed Portobellos and asparagus as an appetizer followed by mussel and prawn fettucine with a creamy lemon and saffron sauce. He helped me peel the prawns, with love he said, and that simple kitchen activity made me lust for him even more (also largely because I hate peeling prawns).

Disappointingly, the meal preparation passed without hanky pankying despite the optimal quickie conditions.

Listen to that. The noise outside. I guess if you were here with me, you’d also remark about my void deck - rife with sounds of kids kicking balls and playing catch. I wished I was Beatrix Kiddo with my yellow suit and perfect blonde crop, slicing off their ankles in style.

But then again disabled kids playing catch would be a pathetic sight and with the essential limbs at least they’d be able to fend off the resident wanking ahpeks.

They shall be spared then!