So far it is very much of a success. It’s not that I am waiting for it become disastrous but a lot of people are asking me if we are having problems with our marriage already. Haha. People are funny.

Anyway, I can honestly say that we are doing fine. If I am to think of it, one notable difference comparing now to when we were not yet married is that now we are more comfortable with each other. Another is that we are feeling more secured. It’s really a wonderful feeling to be married to my love—way more wonderful compared to when I was just living with him. Nyahaha. Now, I am getting mushy.

On to other things. So far, the most difficult (if you call this difficult) thing we are going through is deciding what to eat. I am an Asian, I love to eat rice. I can eat rice with anything. I feel that I cannot live a few days without rice. R is European. He likes bread. He eats bread with anything. He feels weak after a few days without eating bread. He doesn’t like Asian bread. Asian bread is sweet. He wants a bread that he can eat with meat. We live in China. In China, the rice is very good but in China, the bread is not good because it’s sweet. Therefore we make our own bread. R brought all the things needed to make bread from Europe. I make the bread. Some days R and I eat rice some days we eat bread. In this way, both are contented. But there are some days, I wouldn’t like to bake a bread but that’s cool because there’s pasta which R likes very much but which I (and most of the Filipinos) don’t consider a main dish. To me, it’s just a snack. I could go on and on this nonsense but I think you get what I mean. There are days that one has to give up his or her choice of food to give in to the other’s choice of food. I know it’s not a problem. It’s just another musing on this intercultural marriage thing.