Has it been that long?

Hell yeah! They say time is relative but it is sure long in Internet years. Sometimes I think the Internet are akin to dog years (Not implying that the Internet has got fur and wag it's tail) One freaking year in the real world is like ten years in the Cyber world (By the way do they still call it Cyber these days?). I reckon if I have been consistently blogging waay back in the Jurassic blogging era I'd be a damn veteran by now, sort of like those WWII POW like that. Unfortunately I am characteristically lazy and at most time too freaking distracted to sit down properly to write something without turning my attention to trivial things as cleaning my keyboard then my laptop screen then checking for stray facial hairs... (OK too much information).

But you get my drift...

So the last time I have ever written something was.... (Random flashbacks of days, months, years) somewhere during Chinese New Year two or three light years ago (have to get into that Internet age thingy) and how I told my Uncle that cock-and-bull story about my supposedly *ahem sexual orientation. Looking back that was a rather stupid thing to say but nevertheless funny as hell to see his facial expression. Tipsy uncle can finally retire as the resident spy for I got hitched, much to the relief of my two old folks (who I suspect can't wait to get rid of me and by the way not that very old - just to a point where they are old enough to get certain discounts in places they go), my two grandmas (god bless maternal grandmama's soul) and other self appointed marriage/fortune teller/feng shui master/pat poh who has been trying to tell me how to run my life weather directly or indirectly. But it is all good.

I have always thought that the day you get married is the day you get that self elevated promotion from a mere executive to a manager. Not a bad deal at all. Like the manager, you get higher pay (I guess your man has to now surrender his paycheck to you, hence the higher paycheck- muahahahaha) and lesser work (because your man/woman will do it for you), and if he don't you can always fire him. Verbally I mean - not the Donald Trump-et kind of variety.

What else have changed since I've went into obliviation... Does moving a few thousand miles away from home count? It was quite an adventure though. It took us about a month to decide to get hitched then we got hitched and the following month we were well on our way to the “Great White North” landed ourselves in the middle of the Rockies. How about that for an adventure? Or a misadventure (grin). But I like it like that. No lavish wedding where you plan and plan for months and then you get all stressed up and have the wedding party of your life and then boom, life goes back to normal. I'd much rather have a simple do and have my life's little adventures here and there, I am that kind of person. But I am glad too for both our folks are cool about not having an arduous wedding do.

Anyway, I am here in my new life and environment for slightly more than a year. It wasn't all smooth sailing, I have my moments but overall I reckon it is the kind of life where I vouch if I were still back home I would never in a million years would get to experience. I see more wildlife than I have ever seen in my few momentous visits to the zoo. My adobe is situated right smack in the middle of the woods where I can see deers grazing grass at the lawn on summertime. If I am lucky... Or rather unlucky enough I can see bears wandering about. That, my friend, is one thing I would never really want to see unless I am caged or the bear is. I have also experienced one of the coldest winter ever. If you were to compare the winter here with an industrial strength freezer it will put the latter to shame.

As for my trained profession from holding a mouse and swabs of colour swatches I am now equipped with one of the sharpest knife I can ever imagine using and a chopping board. Don't worry, marriage life has not turned me into a complete lunatic... Yet. (Heh heh). I can proudly brag that I have graduated from instant noodles, to TV dinners and now to novice cooking. I kid you not, before this anyone who dares try my cooking is either very brave or very foolish. Either way I am forever grateful for those who are brave enough (or foolish) enough to eat what I cook waay back then when I can't even boil a decent pot of rice without it looking suspiciously like baby puke - Yeah, my then cooking skills would no doubt send Chef Gordon Ramsey's blood pressure right up to space. But all that has changed now :) I can make a decent meal without sending anyone to the toilet bowl or worst case to the emergency ward. And what is even better is when I see them taking second helpings. That feeling of accomplishment is almost as invigorating as presenting a good artwork to your client and seeing that certain 'glazed' look in them.

If anyone were to ask me if I like my current predicament right now, I would say its that kind of mixed feeling that one has when they are living so far away (missing home, friends, food, culture the sheer pollution and unforgiving traffic jams) while at the same time trying to grasp the idea of being someone's wife, settling down in a new environment where winter is colder than your home freezer but mostly an individual who is trying to make the best out of what I have chosen to work for me and not against.

The rest as they say, is history.