I was flipping through endless cable channels in my remote control, and I was starting to flip out. None of it was giving me any great or sensible idea about the house design and stuff. Perhaps I'm no goody when it comes to glamor. I've stuck it out in the pig sty for quite some time and my girl is not even complaining. So what's the buzz?! Dude, I'm getting married.
My girl and I are like magnets from south pole and north pole. We're different but undeniably attracted to each other. She's the sensitive, sophisticated glitz, while I'm the slacker who turns wild like a tornado when I jumble up things in my flat. This girl is special, and she's different. I've never felt like this before and I know that she's truly in love me. Do I sound like a fag already?! That's why I know she's special. She agreed to this delusive idea but she wanted a house, a decent one. That's the least of her demands and I'm giving it to her for all the troubles she's been through with me.
Hopeless, or maybe crazy, I played the game "
The Sims". Hours passed until a bulb of idea lighted up my head. Why not create something out of that video game!? I enjoyed the specs and the features, and I got some ideas for the design and geography of how things will be. I called my girl and laid out my ideas, and she was impressed and quite surprised. So I trifled with it more. The good thing about it is you're not getting crappy advises from self-proclaimed experts. You are in control like the master creator.
We got married a month later while our house was on its way to
building my masterpiece. I'm the man of the house so I wear the pants and I decide. That's what so special about Tina. Although she knows a lot, she still leaves the decision to me.
