The new apartment

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So, over a month it's been living together with the future hubby in this apartment. Many tiresome days spent painting, moving furniture around, cleaning and buying appliances for the home. Everything is really expensive here. A bloody microwave costs over R$300!! Just under £100. Prices are rocketing and the hole in my pocket keeps getting bigger and bigger.

Hubby and Junior

            How has it been since living here though? I can't complain really. Hubby has been helpful around the home and always asks if I need help around the home. He's incharge of fixing things, IT stuff, decorating and washing the clothes. Whilst I'm incharge of cleaning the floors, maintaining the kitchen and ironing the clothes. So we each pull our own weight behind the chores. Junior is pretty cool too. He seeks refuge in his room playing computer games and creating online reviews for games that he's playing. It's amazing how science has manifestered, genetics have been passed along the bloodline. Everytime I see or hear the hubby and Junior together it makes me think ''awww how cute and adorable!!!'' It's uncanny how much they look alike too. That kid will be a genius when he goes out into the working adult world. And I always tell hubby how impressed I am by how mature and intelligent Junior is.

Ok, well moving on...
The habits that have appeared and merely popped up since living together are:

Nasal strips

• . I have problems sleeping, both normally and quietly. I have been subjected to wearing a nasal strip when I sleep, cos I make unruly, nonhuman noises. Remember when Robbie Fowler and Neymar wore them in games. (Propping up the pillows makes it worse).
• I am more prone to lower back aches than ever before. I don't know if it's because I'm having to stand up all the time on the long ass train journeys or walking around like a bent question mark, or perhaps it's because of this extremely hard mattress. Like, bloody hell!!

Hubby has been dodging the bullet by sneakily getting one of Junior's mattresses and placing it on top of his side on the bed. Talk about being on another level to me! And to add insult, I have been accused in the past of hogging the blanket when we sleep. So we now sleep with two separate blankets on our double bed. It looks weird!! Now, even my own parents share one blanket and on their bed everything matches, even though they've definitely not had any bedtime action since my younger bro. 
It's shameful!! If we ever have visitors to our home, I'm locking the door to our bedroom for the mere shame of it. 

My other flaws are also... 
I don't give enough time for hubby to correct himself when he makes a mistake in English, I take over him and when he doesn't understand what I say instead of stopping to explain more clearly, I end up repeating the word over and over again like Woody Wood Pecker.

Well hubby isn't going to be left in the lurch either...

1. He does what every bloke does and cannot help... too much shuffling and rearranging huis meat and two veg. It doesn't even stop when his family come to visit. Unbelievable, right????
2. Another thing, he burps ALOUD. I swear he never did this before. Only behind closed doors, when we're living together does he reveal his true colours and unleash the beast. The Italian burping beast. 

Favourite TV show, and only one I am willing to watch....
Panico na Band. 

A tv show that I've learned to watch. It's three hours long and consists of some crazy presenters. One is a Japanese Brazilian called Sabring Sato. Everywhere I turn she's there, advertising Japanese food, diet shakes and what not. There are also these practically naked girls wearing bikinis and dancing around showing their ample   assets. Their job merely to dance around with their tits and ass hanging out and playing games in which they get humiliated. Three hours of madness, but pretty cool. (Yes, thumbs up hubby!)

Food is the way to a man's  stomach....
Not in the case of my hubby. He eats every four hours snacking here and there. He loves cereal bars, Lipton Ice tea, toast and coffee. When we first moved in, the gas wasn't connected so we bought a George Foreman grill and ate grilled chicken and veg everyday for the first two weeks. 

Quaker Choc bars

Pilao Brazilian coffee

Toast

Hubby kept on complaining that I'd gained weight over the past few months. So I had to follow his lead and eat every four hours in order to increase my motabilism. So far, so good. I have been banned from bringing home soft drinks, as he is addicted to them. I've had to resort to drinking water and juice. I also bought fruit and veg and the hubby doesn't even eat it. He doesn't practice what he preaches, but then again saying that...''how da fuck did he manage to lose 6 kilos in 25 days?????'' 

Lipton Ice peach tea

      In reply to that, I went to the pharmacy today and weighed myself. 4 kilos lighter!! Woo hoo!! In your face!!!

Now reflections.....
Recently I had gotten back into contact with my family. My mother and sister have been talking more and I feel that the distance apart had made our relationship stronger. My family are the traditional Chinese folk. So they aren't lovey jovey, sentimental and huggable, heartfelt people. They show that they love and care through their actions more than by words, and to me that is just as great. My sister didn't tell me herself, but she went online and said that she understood and supported my decisions to move here and that means a lot to me. My sister who was always the loner always stayed in her room, away from everyone else and stayed silent. To suddenly express how proud she was of me and how much she missed me, made me feel tearful. And I welled up and had a little cry, the first since I moved here and left London. It just goes to show that those who appear on the outside with a tough exterior are just as soft inside.