The Ring That Binds Us…

When we got married few years ago, we half jokingly considered Tokien’s The Ring Verse to be read as we put the rings on our fingers. I think the only reason why we did not do it is because we were not sure how my family would take the idea. I kind of wished we did though…

Because little that we know that years from that day, we actually bound by The Ring.

Of course not the real ring with the dark power to rule them all. I am talking about the game “Lord of The Rings Online”.

It started last year when we got hooked on steam games. And since I am unemployed, I thought it was a little bit frivolous to spend on games when I don’t earn the money. So I decided to try a lot of free games. This game is free to play game.

I was so excited when I found this game, as I like LOTR. I mean, I won’t call myself the biggest fan ever live in the non-middle earth universe, but I do like it. And like so many people who likes LOTR, of course I have this mini fantasy that I could one day live in Middle Earth. With this game, at the very least, I could make some of the mini fantasy come true.

I lived as a hobbit in Middle earth. What more do I want?

Grumpy was a bit doubtful when I told him that this is a f2p game, because a lot of f2p games would force the player to one day hit the massive wall and have to pay to get through that wall. I don’t think that it is the case with this LOTR online game. I have been playing for a couple of months now and I haven’t spent a dime.

So it was a little past midnight when I was running around Bree with mu little hobbit when Grumpy woke up and saw what I was playing. He thought it was probably not a bad idea at all to give it a try, and probably play the game together.

It was a bit frustrating to start with. I think Grumpy took this game too seriously -_-” But finally he could enjoy playing it without looking as if he was going to throw his laptop out of the window.

We spent New Year killing Orcs in Middle Earth,

Nuff said.

Advertisements

Happy-ish New Year?

Oh my goodness….

How long has it been since we updated this blog? Let me start with cleaning up the cobwebs and wipe this surface over here so I can sit down and tell you all what has happened to us the past couple of months. Assuming any of you want to know what’s going on to us…

First of all… we just came back from this journey across the country to visit the in-laws. It was definitely a dedication which was paid off when I had that huge spoonful of traditional British Sherry Trifle — apparently from the family recipe handed down to Grumpy’s stepmum from her grandmother.

I wish Grumpy had as much fun as I did, but I know he did not. He has not been well for awhile, and we still are not sure why. I think one of the the reasons was the weather. We had one of the worst, coldest, wettest winter for the past couple of years. At least since I came to this country…

To be honest, last year was probably not the best year for us. Our highlights of the year was probably the most wonderful trip to Hungary. And, of course we are planning for another visit, but probably not in foreseeable future.

And suddenly new year came.

Most of the time I embrace new year with optimism and hope, and all the things that are encouraging. But somehow, it is so difficult to do that… I hope when the sun come out in the end of this winter, Grumpy will be on board with me with this optimism thing.

On that optimistic note… I wish you all a very happy new year. I don’t care if it’s 6 days too late, because… better late than never.

Until next time,

xx

Two Aliens In Tokaj

Two? Can you count, Woman?

I know what you think, Sir… but in Hungary, Grumpy is an alien too. Haha! That’s a concept that has never crossed your mind, has it? But yes… We went to this little town called Tokaj. This is where the wedding happened…

IMG_4141
A cute little train station greeted us when we arrived here…

Tokaj is a wine region, in the border between Hungary and Slovakia. The Wine Heritage status is given by UNESCO, as it’s been said that Tokaj has produced its very distinctive wine. Every shop, cafe, and restaurant in this town sells wine (unless it specifically says that it is selling ice cream… then it probably sells ice cream).

However, Grumpy and I are not really wine people.

Yeah… I do drink wine, but my knowledge about wine is “red” “white” or “pink”, and that it’s “drinkable” or “give me the whole bottle… please”. So, for us it is a bit of a waste if we go on a wine tour there… But if you are a serious wine connoisseur, or a wannabe (we don’t judge…) this would be the place for you.

IMG_4106
Wine please… the white and sweet one, thank you 😀

Actually… This is the place for you even if you are not a wine connoisseur — but you like kayaking. Apparently you can do that too, especially during summer time like when we went there. I am pretty sure there were some other outdoor activity besides kayaking — unfortunately Grumpy and I are not that kind of people either.

So… you ask, did we enjoy our time in Tokaj? Ha! Of course we did! Obviously we don’t need wine or some outdoor physical activity to keep us happy being there, and there are at least a couple reasons why.

But I need to compile it first, so… until next time 😀

Oops…

Yesterday my sister in law came to visit. Our nephew is having his holiday, so maybe visiting the alien auntie is in their school holiday itinerary. I am glad that she came to visit though, especially because yesterday the weather was really poo, and it made it incredibly difficult to go to the city centre to meet up. I don’t have a car… that’s why.

Anyway…

Like usual, when my wonderful SIL and I meet up, we would end up spending hours talking and updating news. She would tell me about the latest news about his husband and our nephew, and I would tell her about Grumpy — her brother.

It is stereotypical isn’t it? That the female members of the family have become the ambassador for the family. They would socialise, share and spread information, and keep the relationship between the families intact. My mum does that too with her SILs — my aunts.

So, in between the conversation, the story about our holiday to Hungary came up. Just in a flash, and not as in a full on holiday story with photos and everything. But, that’s enough to remind me that I haven’t even finished my holiday story here! I just told you about Budapest, but not about Tokaj.

What a horrible horrible person I am.

Now… do you still want to hear about it? I mean… not that it matters because I will tell you about it anyway — next time.

For now? Let me dig up the holiday photos before writing again…

The Hero

Okay… I know that I promised to update about our holiday in Hungary. But, something just happened, and I could not not post about this. I am afraid I have to postpone about holiday for awhile, because this is more important.

Priority. That is.

Yesterday I went to the city, to buy some stuff that we could not get in our local supermarket. Especially coffee, because our beloved Mr. Grumpy cannot function without it. It was pretty much uneventful shopping day, until I walked home (I almost always walk everywhere, it helps to keep my blood pumping apparently).

One guy stopped me on the street and he begged for money. This beggar don’t look dirty and he spoke quite eloquently, but he claimed that he was homeless. I don’t know, and usually, I don’t pay attention to such thing. AND, usually I just pretend that I don’t understand human language — being alien and all. Most of the time they will leave me alone. But that day was different, I remembered I have some coins that I don’t need anyway, so I thought… ah, why not?

I was rummaging my purse when another man greeted me from behind. This man asked if I was okay, and if the other guy was begging me for money. To be honest, I don’t see what’s wrong with it, but the beggar started to be very confrontational, and started lying. That’s when I started to feel very much uncomfortable.

The beggar claimed that he knew me, and he told the other guy rudely to bugger off. The other guy wouldn’t budge, instead he told the beggar that his partner — who happened to be a Chinese, had the same experience encountering a beggar in the same area. So, ignoring the beggar, this kind gentleman asked me once more if I was okay, and if the beggar was making me uncomfortable.

While the beggar got more and more agitated, I worried that he would start doing something stupid and getting violent and hurting me or the kind gentleman who’s trying to help me, OR us both. So I just followed the lie the beggar told the hero, hoping that the situation would calm down.

BUT, now I feel horrible. I feel horrible because I was lying to someone who’s just trying to help me. I feel horrible because I didn’t help him to catch the guy who might have begged his partner not so long time ago. I feel horrible because I was an unwilling accomplice in this situation, and I don’t like it very much.

At the same time, however, I feel grateful, and thankful. That man, who is now a hero to me has restored some, of so little faith that was lost since Brexit. The fact that someone would interfere to help a distressed alien like me has encouraged me, and made me feel safer — something that I haven’t felt for a very long time. So I would like to buy him a cuppa, or a pint if I see him again.

Maybe…

The Manly Husbandly Duty of The Lord of Grumpness

This is actually something that I would like to mention on my last post, but I think Grumpy deserves a whole blog entry dedicated to acknowledge his awesomeness this weekend.

First of all, this weekend was supposed to be the kind of anniversary of the day we first met. Five years ago, we met on the city centre — taking the online advice on how to meet up with a total stranger very seriously — always meet up on a public space. We were planning on going to the place where we met for the first time, and had some coffee — or hot choco, like what we had at that time. Well, that was the plan before the game happened, so that definitely didn’t happen.

But, none of us were disappointed. Especially not me. And this is why my dear Grumpy deserves this whole entry just for him.

  1. The pink Hello Wolvie t-shirt.
    I think that’s quite self explanatory, except for the “Hello Wolvie” bit. Basically it is the cute mix between Hello Kitty, and Wolverine. Don’t snort, or I will claw you in the face… the Hello-Wolvie is incredibly cute, so if you are a kind of snobbish purist, please look away when I flaunt it, thank you very much.
  2. The Spark(y) in the Kitchen
    I learned not so long time ago, that in the UK, electrician is also called Sparky. This weekend, my husband took away their job by just awesomely FIX my oven. Yes, the brownie maker broke last week, and it would take £100++ to fix it if we call in a Sparky to fix it. But we don’t need Sparky, because we have Grumpy.
    Now, THIS is the extra special bit. Grumpy doesn’t like fiddling with Sparky’s job, because he’s been working with the UK’s Health and Safety regulation for so long, that it is already embedded in his system. BUT, he knew how important that oven for me, and how I chose it myself from Curry’s, and how I love baking with it… And he deliberately woke up in the morning before I did, and fixed it, and tried it even before I woke up in the morning.
  3. The Brilliant White
    No, I am not talking about Grumpy’s race, or teeth. Actually, Brilliant White is the label in the paint tub. I am no sure why it is called Brilliant White, because it is just normal white… But of course, you have to make white paint sounds more interesting than what it is. This weekend, Grumpy was being the man of the week again, by painting our living room.

So yeah… That’s my man 🙂

P.S. Do you know that in German, Mann is the word for “man”, and “husband”? So maybe if this entry’s title is translated to German, it would be really weird. Luckily it is not in German. Just saying…

Tomorrow

One of my favourite song when I was young — I mean, much younger than I am now, is “Tomorrow” from Annie. Of course at that time I didn’t know that it was from a musical. I didn’t even know what musical is. I came from that kind of world where music, and theatre, and poetry, and fine arts are not as appreciated as maths and science. It wasn’t an excuse, it’s just a reason why I didn’t have any knowledge about musicals — something that I regret a lot.

I knew what musical is when I grew up, but still hadn’t a clue what Annie is. It didn’t matter though… I still loved the song. I even had (still do) it in my mp3 playlist, just for those days when I want to sing my heart out… “Tomorrow… tomorrow… I love ya tomorrow…”

if you buy from this link, it’s going to give me something to be happy about tomorrow…

But who doesn’t?

Really, who doesn’t love tomorrow? It’s only a day away…

Of course we love tomorrow. Not only it gives us the hope of the better future — where the sun’ll come out, and clear away the cobwebs and the sorrow until there’s none, Tomorrow also gives us a reason not to do it today. Isn’t that great? We can always do it tomorrow.

What’s it? Well I think it depends on who you are asking, but it is usually something you can, but you don’t want to do today. Washing up the dishes, hoovering the carpet, changing the bedding, filling the tax report, calling your mum, doing the laundry, researching your dissertation, reaching out to an old friend, writing an entry for your blog… the list goes on and on.

I love tomorrow, we all do. Most of the time, of course… Sometimes tomorrow is the deadline so we have to do it today. Sometimes tomorrow never comes, and we never knew that the call would never happen, and the card would never reach the intended person because they’ve gone forever. But there’s always the next day… the tomorrow after tomorrow, and we love them too…

Ah… tomorrow…

Just out of curiosity, have you ever try to translate the song in Spanish? I did…

“Mañana, mañana… Te amo, Mañana….