Bad day ... really bad.

Yesterday was supposed to be a happy day. But ... it turned out just ... wrong.

Wanted to go to a nice restaurant, do a little window shopping, go to Borders, but ... sigh ... all wrong.

Went to Sakae Sushi for lunch. Bad choice. It was not to say crowded. Let's just say when we entered, the lunch crowd were leaving. This should mean that service should be quicker and more efficient right? WRONG!

We promptly ordered our set meals, and while waiting ate a $1.90 plate of salmon sushi, which I find so totally not worth it. The fried veggies with sweet sauce (I dunno what's it called) came quite fast, and my set meal of cold noodles and sashimi followed only 10 minutes after.

I was disappointed with the sashimi though, only 2 slices of tuna, 3 thin small slices of salmon, 1 disgustingly thin prawn, and 2 huge pieces of SQUID! I hate raw squid with a passion. Why? Just imagine eating a rubber condom. Yes it's exactly the same feeling!!!

I tucked in first cause I was hungry as hell. So imagine when 10 mins became 20 mins ... and then stretched on to 30 minutes ... still no sign of my hubby's set meal. We called the waitress like THREE TIMES to check with our order. But you know what one of the waitress did??? After she said okay, she went back to CLEANING CUPS, and then took an order for ANOTHER TABLE before going back into the kitchen which I dare say she never helped us check the status of our order. My hubby was in a fury by then, barked at the next poor waiter to cancel his order now if it was not coming.

Gosh. How long would it take to fry just 3 pieces of tempura??? Everything else on his plate was READY MADE or RAW!?! Why did it take a good 40 minutes to arrive on our table. It was ridiculous.

So we later filled up a "comments" form and wrote "Horrible service."

Mood was TOTALLY ruined for book reading in Borders. I couldn't do any window shopping cause of his pissed off mood. Ended up only searching for some form of makeshift fondue stand so that we could have our own chocolate fondue at home.

Mood turned for the better. We found it.

This we're gonna be use to heat up the small bowl of Nutella chocolate and then with our litte scoop, make little balls of apple, ice cream and other fruit to dip in it. Wheee.

Went home, everything was fine. Until late that night when the stupid man was searching for his pants. Cannot find. Ask me. I say dunno. Now here comes the onslaught on accusations!

"You wash and lose my pants ah! Why everytime I wash my stuff it always disappears one!? How you do your washing one!!"

At this point I was squatting in the wardrobe sifting through his NEATLY hanged pants (done by me of course) and then found ONE of his pants that he was looking for.

This calmed him a bit, but then he continued to say, "Then my black one leh? I haven't got a chance to wear my new black pants leh!" I continued to search. The more I looked, the angrier he got, the more desperate I became to find it for him. He was like a volcano getting ready to erupt.

And he did.

"How you do the bloody housework? I can never trust you to handle house stuff! What you do all day at home?!" These are just some of the milder stuff that he shouted at me. The rest were just mostly filled with vulgarities that I would sooner want to forget.

It got to a point that he was telling me to move back home with my mom and do what I did best there ... NOTHING.

What he had said has cut me so deeply. I know that I do bad job at housework. I try my best but it's not enough I know. It's never enough. Throughout the whole ordeal, I didn't say a word. I know that anything I say can never cancel what ever I've done, or in this case of housework, not done.

This morning he acted like nothing had happened last night. He expects me to do the same. He has no idea what he's doing to me. Inside my heart I retain all these past hurts. I dunno when my heart will really break and cannot be repaired again.

I had problem driving today. My eyes were all puffy. Sigh.

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People complain that I always take picture of Bibi sleeping. Hahah ... which ya quite true. So here's one CLOSE UP shot of my little darling. Say cheese!