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I can’t believe how sweet John’s surprise was! I was eating dinner when he called me on my mobile and asked me to look out of the window, and guess what I saw? A trail of rose petals leading from my staircase to the grass! That was just the beginning, though. I walked to my front gate, and there was the start of the rose petal trail – so romantic! I felt like swooning. I followed the rose petal trail, and my heart almost stopped when I came to the end of it. John was standing in the centre of a huge heart on the grass made out of tealights, and he was holding… a heart-shaped durian! I actually started to cry, because it was the sweetest thing he’s ever done to surprise me. We had an impromptu durian picnic on the grass, what an evening!
I felt so inadequate when I gave John his surprise, but I think he really liked it. I stayed up all night on ebay to outbid all the other collectors who also wanted the limited edition Millennium Falcon replica! I told him not to be too sad about having to give up his car, because one day, he’s going to have a ride just as swanky as the Millennium Falcon! 
I think he really liked it – I haven’t seen his face light up like that for a long time. At least now he knows how touched I am that he sold the car – that was a coming of age gift from his dad, and I know how much it meant to him.
Actually, I was so touched by his surprise that I felt inspired to write the wedding vows. Min, read it and tell me what you think, ok? 
My Wedding Vow
Your love is the yeast that makes my heart rise
Your smile is like molasses
When I look at you, I see deep into your soul
Add a cup of love and trust from me
Bake it in the oven of time
And you have a beautiful cake that never gets finished
A partner, a friend, a lover, a husband
The perfect recipe to last a lifetime and beyond
I give my life, my love, and my future to you
Now and always
The day at the beach did wonders for me. It was strange. I went there seething and hurt, and I came back in utterly love with John.
I think the point when I realized that life without him just wasn’t the same was when I was enjoying the sunset.
It was beautiful, just beautiful. The thing is, I didn’t enjoy it half as much as I would have if John had been there. That got me thinking about him – about how we met in the supermarket, our dizzy first few months together, and finally, how he makes me feel.
I realized that he didn’t hide the loss of his job from me because he didn’t trust me. He just didn’t want to burden me with it. He’s got a heart of gold, and I’m lucky to have his love. It’s the small things in life that pass us by. Things like your loved one’s smile, or the sand between your days while your sweetheart basks in the sun next to you.
I’ve been overlooking the small things, and that stops now. I learnt an important lesson from this: always put yourself in the other person’s shoes before you react.
Leng says I’m baking too many scones.
Of course I’m baking too many scones. I’m up to my ears in them. Even Hui Min has stopped stuffing her face with scones, and Mum keeps looking at the scones worriedly and pursing her lips.
I’m upset. I need to keep myself busy, or I’ll start thinking. When that happens, I’ll start thinking of how John hid such a big secret from me, and why he doesn’t trust me. Or if I should trust him. And that makes my head and my heart hurt at the same time.
So I’m going to bake the last batch of scones this afternoon, and pack my beach bag. Just me, the sun, the sand, and a brainless chick lit book about shoes and boys and lipstick. No thoughts, no heartache.
The kitchen smells so good. Huimin was stuffing her face with scones instead of eating lunch, hee hee. I’ve made 60 scones so far…I think I’ll make another three batches. You can’t have too many scones, you know.
John called, but I didn’t want to pick up. I don’t know what to say to him. I’m not angry any more, but hurt. How could he keep me in the dark about his job?
Well, it appears that John is still hung over from Sunday. I’m surprised he didn’t get alcohol poisoning, really. That works out anyway, because I just don’t want to talk to him yet.
I think I’m going to make scones. Lots and lots of scones.
I can’t believe how imbecilic boys can be. When will they learn that consuming vast amounts of beer is never a good way to solve their problems?
John came back from the F1 race with Boon at 2am in the morning, drunk as a skunk. I think he was singing the British national anthem, for reasons probably best known to himself. And what did I get for staying up and worrying about him until 2am?
He looked at me, giggled, and then threw up. Not at my feet. ON my feet.
Boys are idiots.
Wow, that yoga class was really something else! Ninety minutes of yoga in a room heated to 40.5°C! I think I’ve inadvertently injured muscles that I wasn’t even aware of. How does your elbow get sprained?!
Thank goodness Anna was there as well. Of course, she didn’t make things any easier for me when she was drooling copiously over the instructor. It’s a miracle I didn’t slip and concuss myself.
Actually, it’s a miracle she didn’t accidentally sprain anything. I swear she was daydreaming at more than one point. Yes, the instructor is easy on the eyes, but that yoga session was more like a torture session than anything else. Contrary to Anna’s claims, I was not drooling. That weird look in my face was merely intense pain. 
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How could he? I thought couples were supposed to share everything??? Am I wrong? Or do I not fully understand the man I’m about to marry? I’m getting a little worried, and scared. But also, losing his job was surely very painful for him. No Leng, you have to be strong, have to stand by your man.
I feel very annoyed right now. The seamstress says that she can’t do the Vera Wang design I want on such short notice. Short notice! Even my second choice can’t be done, apparently. Sigh.
Now I have to hunt for more dress designs. Maybe I should just ask that blogshop about the design I want. They may think it’s ‘short notice’ as well, but at least they specialize in custom-made designs.
And to make matters worse, my tuition student failed his English CA. Of course, this is partly due to the fact that he’s continually got his hands glued to the Playstation and he would rather stab himself than read a book, but of course, his parents are asking difficult questions. As if I’m to blame for the fact that their son can’t write a decent essay because he doesn’t read. I’m tempted to march the lot of them off to the library, honestly.
I’m feeling very pleased with myself today. I tried out a new recipe for Vermont apple pie, which went splendidly! The cinnamon and nutmeg really give it a gorgeous kick, and the shortcrust pastry turned out better than I expected. Let’s hear it for using high-quality ingredients!
Now, how do I keep Dad and Min from eating the whole pie before John gets to try any? ;)
