Its our 3rd year yesterday and I'm blogging about it. Since the missus has already expounded on the trials of the initial stages I think I'll just focus on the past year.

She claims that it was hard, due to things being stable and what not. Well, I think it was pretty tranquil, on the whole. I think I definitely learnt to deal with her temper, which in most times is to remain calm and collected and not lose your own. I tell you, there is nothing more taboo than losing your own temper. It's like if you even so much raise your voice she takes it personally.

Which is something that escapes me. I mean, we are all allowed to vent our frustrations at times, but yeah, that's how she is, so you gotta roll with it.

I guess we were both pretty bored at times with each other, but more or less adjusted to staying together for the long haul. It's different, ya know. Like staying together for 3 years, with 2 of them living together, takes effort and lots of compromise. And I think we managed it perfectly. She's gotten used to my farts and nose-digs and I've gotten used to her messiness and burps so we are quits now!

I'm proud to say that we are officially domesticated with each other, and if we ever need to live together in future I think we'll do great. In fact, I believe that we already know, more or less, the chores that we'll do.

I'll do the ironing, she'll do the dishwashing. I'll do the packing (cause she's messy), she'll do the sweeping (cause I'm sloppier). I'll chase the lizards away, she'll kill the cockroaches. She'll prep the breakfasts while I... make coffee for myself. So yeah, pretty evenly split. I haven't thought about who'll do the washing and vacuuming and clothes-folding and mopping. But I'm sure we'll figure it out. (of course its her...)

Apart from that, we've been to a few places overseas. I'm getting alittle travel-weary now, and I think she's feeling that way too. Like, a trip can get quite troublesome at times; so until the next time we get bitten by wanderlust and claustrophobia, we are for once, in quite a while, without a planned trip confirmed.

So last year wasn't a terribly good year, as you can see, I haven't not even gotten my Thanksgiving entry. I think I'll just be a brat and claim that there's little to give thanks. But she's always there, supporting me and just listening me whine, and constantly reminding me of the blessings that I have (i.e. her). So, in a below average year, I at least have her..

This is the fourth year, and according to the zodiacs, fengshuis and horoscopes, me, a Taurus and a pig, should do much better. So I damn well do better, because I'm sick of being luck-deficient for most of my life. Of course, lets up my effort ratio to match. But yeah, till then, its the tiger year, her year, and lets hope that I'll continue to 'eat' her up! Woohoo!