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Cynthia and I got married today!

The morning part of the day was sunny. My Mercedes finally came up, thought it was 10 minutes late. That makes me wonder all the puzzles of life. If it was not late, I wouldn’t have remembered that I have forgotten to bring the white slip and not sure what the consequences will be. Must be the biorhythm of today is not that fantastic for me, I have forgotten to bring the pen but then again, it was not needed. They have a pair of pens for us to sign.

What meant to be a simple ROM turned out to be quite a simple ROM. I did not bring flowers and we did not exchange ring. We had a nice lunch at Crystal Jade and that was all. Some moments I wonder how it would have been if I have my parents’ blessing and they actually turn up. Then, I could have invited all my friends and have it on a Saturday instead.

I guess the message to me is that I shall seek my parents’ approval on our actual wedding day.

Besides all these, we are legally as husband and wife. The vow is still ringing in my head.

I feel so peaceful.

The Eve of ROM

Cynthia and I will be registering for marriage tomorrow! The first major event of year 2000.

Today is perhaps one of the most productive day in year 2000 (so far). Although I started the day late, I managed to get out of the bed when Cynthia called me this morning. She is now staying with her mum, brother and aunt elsewhere leaving me all by myself. Actually, I do welcome such a different, especially one day before my marriage. Got to have some space for myself and thanks to the pouring rain, which wet my hush puppy with half-a-feet flood, that ruled out any possibility that we met.

Due to the lack of motivation of doing any housecleaning, I did not start doing serious work till early afternoon. Now, I see the reason why it takes two to clean up the place, clean up the dishes, do laundry and got to NTUC and do marketing.

After all the hard work, I started clearing the trapped memories inside the storeroom. Face it, tomorrow is my wedding and it just does not look right to have all my ex’s letters and photo somewhere in the house.

So I spent the rest of the day (and night) to throw away things that either meant a lot or nothing to me. All torn into eight pieces. Amazing to see what went into the pipe. Even an old notebook!

1999’s new year resolution was “balance”. 1998’s new year resolution was “Zen”. 1997’s new year resolution was “proactive”. Yet to think of this new year’s resolution.