The Apocalypse Of My Bachelorhood
This morning, I woke up late because the wife had switched off the alarm clock upon its commencement of slumber interrupting decibels instead of waking up. Without the proper toilet rituals being practiced, I stumbled onto the MRT train that makes up the highly efficient public transportation system of Singapore in a dream-like state.
There was a really hot chick standing in front of me, with the word ‘HOTTLE’ displayed on her blouse. There is no doubt in my mind that that girl should not be allowed anywhere near a typewriter in the immediate future. And then this other chick sitting down was wearing shoes that revealed toes as long as my fingers, capable of grasping branches if she should ever be so inclined to participate in jungle traversal activities that require her to swing from tree to tree ala Tarzan.
My wife is leaving for the USA next Saturday and will be gone for 6 weeks. So we’re rushing to finalize the wedding plans, choose the photos and pack for her trip.
Most of Saturday was spent in the bridal studio, choosing photos. I swear to you, choosing photos is not easy. We actually decided to fork out an additional 400 bucks for 2 extra pages that consist of 2 additional poses. And then the nightmare of indecisiveness was prolonged when we had to choose the shots for the large 10R frame, 2 tabletop frames, 90 4R photos etc. Oh, and we had to decide what type of frame to use as well. Not easy leh!
I think after all this, I can be a wedding planner if required.
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