marriage squabbles

i hate it when we argue. over the most trivial matters - where to eat, what to eat, what he said, what i said, how he behaved, how i behaved, etc, etc. the list is endless and in all sorts of variations.

i'm feeling the pressure of me not working. not so much the money bit (yet), just the fact that sitting at home without an agenda for an entire day - day after day- is stifling. singapore is a boring shit island, dun u think? there's nowhere new to visit, nothing new to try, and too hot to venture out. so i stay home and watch the tv (which is starting to really bore me) while joa scours the internet for hours on end to send out tons of job applications.

so i've decided to take up a part-time job. work starts on tues. even though it's a boring-ass job, but at least i'll earn some keep to offset cny ang pows and a replenishment of SKII facial treatment essence.

meanwhile, we're on a cold war. it's been 20 mins. i hate it.