512: Good morning and thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Me: Hello and its my pleasure to be here.
512: Hope you’re very well, though you look slightly under the weather there.
Me: Yea, been having this flu for a couple of days now.
512: Alrighty then. Now, you know that you’ve been invited to this interview to explain this “Great Big Plan” that you’ve been mentioning a lot in your blog.
Me: Yea, yea, the “Great Big Plan”.
512: Would you mind giving us a brief explaination of what it is?
Me: The “Great Big Plan”, otherwise known as the GBP is something that Des and I are planning to do for the year 2008. It is a working holiday visa to UK that Des and I applied sometime mid Dec. It’s a two year visa with a max of a one year working visa.
512: UK? You mean the United Kingdom?
Me: That’s right!
512: Wow! What is going to happen next?
Me: Well, tentatively, we’ve booked flights to fly to London on the 2nd March 2008. That’s where we will be going since Des’s sister in law is currently working there.
512: That’s about two months away! Why the sudden urge to move?
Me: Well, Des and I had just finished serving our service bond with our current company for three years now back in Nov 2007. It’s a bond, not a contract, so we still can keep our job. Problem is, after three years being up the hill, we were making plans to come back down KL. Frankly speaking, the prospect weren’t that great either. And at that time, a couple of our friends were already on the visa and in UK, so that’s where we got the information and the prospect looked good. And so we applied for the visa and with fingers crossed, we got it!
512: That’s great! What are the processes that you need to do to prepare for the visa application?
Me: Well, it is quite a straightforward application, considering the amount of information available over the internet. The visa application alone cost us RM1440 EACH! But thank God we got it, so it wasn’t money wasted!
512: Good for you. I’d figured it must be nerve wreaking waiting for the results?
Me: Exactly! In fact, I think I drove Des up the wall with my antics. And I remember going around telling everyone that I’m gonna commit suicide if I don’t get it. But luckily everything went smoothly. We don’t even have to attend an interview with them!
512: How is everyone in your family taking the news?
Me: Well, basically, it did come off as a surprised to them. Afterall, I’ve been telling them initially that we had planned to move back to KL and then suddenly hears me say about the London plan. I guess at certain points they are sad, afterall, I’ve not been home for the past three years, but I figured it’ll be just an extended holidaymoon I guess.
512: Oh, does that means you’re getting married?
Me: Hopefully! *wink* well, we plan to register our marriage before we fly in March. No dates has yet to be set, cause I’m still waiting for him to propose! Hahaha!
512: Congratulations then! How about your current job?
Me: Well, I would have to tender my resignation soon. I am sad to leave the company, considering the opportunities that I had with it and the learning curve that I’ve experienced. I credit the person that I am today to the company, as I believe I will leave the company a better and far more matured person that I first am the day I started working.
512: So what will happen from today onwards?
Me: Well, it is of course to prepare to move back down to KL first. Certainly, dreading the move cause there’s quite a bit of stuff that we accumulated from the three years uphill!
We planned to be back by Chinese New Year, as Des hasn’t been able to celebrate CNY properly ever since working uphill. That’s what happens when you work in the service industry I guess.
512: What will happen after you’re there in London?
Me: We’ll need to figure out our accommodation in London and also to look for jobs as well. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to afford anything!
512: What will happen AFTER the visa expires?
Me: Well, the visa only allows us to work for a maximum of 12 months. God willing, we may do a bit of traveling there. Of course, once the money ran out or the visa expires in two years time, whichever comes first, haha, we’ll be back in KL hopefully to prepare for our wedding ceremony and to settled down to start a family *wink*.
512: Anything else that you need to prepare?
Me: Well, certainly there’s a long list of shopping list! Hahaha I’ve brought two jackets so far, much to Des’s chagrin. Planning to get my passport renewed, buy charger and batteries for my camera, send my obsolete handphone to repair, and say my goodbyes to my friends!
512: Well, thank you very much for spending time with us for this interview. I’m sure this will shed light to the readers on what this “Great Big Plan” is all about. Any last words?
Me: Thank YOU for having me here. It is my pleasure to talk to you. If any of you had contacts in London or in UK, please extend us the contact so that we could have someone to ask in terms on how to go about and where to eat while in London! *wink*
And the countdown begins!
Monday, December 31, 2007
I've Packed!
Yeap, one whole suitcase of clothes.
Nope, this is not for travelling purpose. This is just the clothes that I've taken out to clear my wardrobe.
For about two seconds, it did cross my mind to put it up online to sell it since its the popular trend now. But its too much a hassle, and if the clothes doesnt look good on me, changes are it wont look good enough on anyone to buy it.
These clothes are pretty old, the newer ones are uphill. I noticed though, that although the majority of the clothes are a few years old, I like looking at it. But I dont wear it. Funny eh? Perhaps that's why I've been keeping it for years and never gotten around throwing it out.
I'm just packing it up nicely to donate it away. I need all the good karma I can get for 2008.
:-)
Sunday, December 30, 2007
2008 Resolutions
Okay. Lets do some last few post of the year before 2008 comes.
2007 went by relatively alright, and it think it wheezes me pas by. Lots of stuff happened this year, but it went by so quickly that I was caught thinking, "What happened in 2007?" before the "Oh yea, this happened" and "Oh yea, that happened"came into my mind.
Yes, lots of things happened in 2007, but nothing quite life changing.
2008, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. I hope I wont jinx anything by putting up the list below:
For 2008, I look forward to:
1) groceries shop in the local neighbourhood
2) cook on a regular basis
3) hunt down chinese cooking stuff in Chinatown
4) walk down the street and feel like a holiday
5) sitt at a park and realize "Hey, I'm here!"
6) lose weight
7) watch local tv
8) resurrectmy camera and take pictures
9) discover local shops
10) buy gossip magazines at their original price
11) stay on our own (again!)
12) shop for clothes and sigh, "They dont have my size. These are too large."
13) shop for clothes and ask, "Do you have these in the smallest size?"
14) reduce the size of my pride
15) be a better person
More than anything, 2007 has turned me into a person I myself loathed. The two good thing that came out of it is that I've seemed to lose my stage fright and I am able to give out presentation better.
Other than that, I am generally an angrier person, with shorter fuser, being more arrogant and prouder than I should be. If I myself do not like the changes, what more could I say for others?
I regret the fact that Des has taken a whole of the ugly me this year. And I hope I could change for the better.
I know I could.
Because I am leaving the source of this ugliness of me behind.
Happy New Year everyone!
2007 went by relatively alright, and it think it wheezes me pas by. Lots of stuff happened this year, but it went by so quickly that I was caught thinking, "What happened in 2007?" before the "Oh yea, this happened" and "Oh yea, that happened"came into my mind.
Yes, lots of things happened in 2007, but nothing quite life changing.
2008, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. I hope I wont jinx anything by putting up the list below:
For 2008, I look forward to:
1) groceries shop in the local neighbourhood
2) cook on a regular basis
3) hunt down chinese cooking stuff in Chinatown
4) walk down the street and feel like a holiday
5) sitt at a park and realize "Hey, I'm here!"
6) lose weight
7) watch local tv
8) resurrectmy camera and take pictures
9) discover local shops
10) buy gossip magazines at their original price
11) stay on our own (again!)
12) shop for clothes and sigh, "They dont have my size. These are too large."
13) shop for clothes and ask, "Do you have these in the smallest size?"
14) reduce the size of my pride
15) be a better person
More than anything, 2007 has turned me into a person I myself loathed. The two good thing that came out of it is that I've seemed to lose my stage fright and I am able to give out presentation better.
Other than that, I am generally an angrier person, with shorter fuser, being more arrogant and prouder than I should be. If I myself do not like the changes, what more could I say for others?
I regret the fact that Des has taken a whole of the ugly me this year. And I hope I could change for the better.
I know I could.
Because I am leaving the source of this ugliness of me behind.
Happy New Year everyone!
Sudden fear
Suddenly, it all looks so scary...
Obviously we overlook a lot of other things, one being monetary. We have now the very minimum amount put aside, but we have absolutely nothing left for the other stuff. Such as buying toiletries, fixing up things, bills to settle.
Nothing.
Job prospect is hanging at the moment and accomodation is still a huge issue. My plans to pay my bills in advance looks bleak. Heck, I dont even KNOW what I'll survive on next month!
Not only we've leaving everything behind for a road of uncertainties, I'm afraid that we wont have enough to SETTLE everything before we could move on.
Without settling the past, we will have no choice but to drag it along into the future. And what future do we have if we've bogged down by the past???
Des and many people says that I worry too much. But if you see what I see, wont you too???
Have we made a wrong choice?
I think it has come to a point where we'd rather risk and travel the road of uncertainties than to walk the road of insecurities. Afterall, even if we didnt make it, we'll still be back in the road of insecurities, the ORIGINAL road that we're destine to take. Nothing to lose right? We're young, and we both know very well that if we dont take this opportunity now, we'll never go about doing it.
At the very least, we'll still have each other.
So far, responses has been very good and everyone was very supportive so far, regardless whether its real or not. Except for one particular incident, but I will brush it aside because I dont think a person who left his own family to tend for themselves while he went to another country to work has the right to tell ME not to leave mine.
I always believe that there is an expensive way to do things, and also the less expensive way to do things. And I still hold on to what she said, that life has a funny way to help us to survive. I certainly hope so.
Des mentioned that he read somewhere 2008 is good for travelling for us this year. An indication of good things to come?
Perhaps.
Perhaps, I do worry too much. Worst come to worst, we could always walk back to where we came from. A high price to pay, but I've yet to hear stories about people needing to walk back. Besides, arrogance will not get us anywhere.
Well, at the very least, we could tell people that we've been there, done that. We may need to start from scratch, and our family may never be as comfortable as our parents, but I think we can make it happen.
Yes, I think we've made the right choice.
Obviously we overlook a lot of other things, one being monetary. We have now the very minimum amount put aside, but we have absolutely nothing left for the other stuff. Such as buying toiletries, fixing up things, bills to settle.
Nothing.
Job prospect is hanging at the moment and accomodation is still a huge issue. My plans to pay my bills in advance looks bleak. Heck, I dont even KNOW what I'll survive on next month!
Not only we've leaving everything behind for a road of uncertainties, I'm afraid that we wont have enough to SETTLE everything before we could move on.
Without settling the past, we will have no choice but to drag it along into the future. And what future do we have if we've bogged down by the past???
Des and many people says that I worry too much. But if you see what I see, wont you too???
Have we made a wrong choice?
I think it has come to a point where we'd rather risk and travel the road of uncertainties than to walk the road of insecurities. Afterall, even if we didnt make it, we'll still be back in the road of insecurities, the ORIGINAL road that we're destine to take. Nothing to lose right? We're young, and we both know very well that if we dont take this opportunity now, we'll never go about doing it.
At the very least, we'll still have each other.
So far, responses has been very good and everyone was very supportive so far, regardless whether its real or not. Except for one particular incident, but I will brush it aside because I dont think a person who left his own family to tend for themselves while he went to another country to work has the right to tell ME not to leave mine.
I always believe that there is an expensive way to do things, and also the less expensive way to do things. And I still hold on to what she said, that life has a funny way to help us to survive. I certainly hope so.
Des mentioned that he read somewhere 2008 is good for travelling for us this year. An indication of good things to come?
Perhaps.
Perhaps, I do worry too much. Worst come to worst, we could always walk back to where we came from. A high price to pay, but I've yet to hear stories about people needing to walk back. Besides, arrogance will not get us anywhere.
Well, at the very least, we could tell people that we've been there, done that. We may need to start from scratch, and our family may never be as comfortable as our parents, but I think we can make it happen.
Yes, I think we've made the right choice.
Friday, December 28, 2007
28/12/07
I’m sick.
For the longest time, I am usually not sick.
Not to boast or anything, the only time I remember being very sick is when I was young when I had my measles and when I’m in Form 2 when I had my chicken pox.
Compared to my brother, I’m apparently the healthier one, according to my mother anyway. Since then, I’m rarely in and out of the doctor’s office.
Usually whenever I’m feeling under the weather, I’ll just pop 1 and half biji of my trusted Panadol 650. While thinking, “I’ll go to the doctors tomorrow”, after a rest, I’m usually better.
The only other time that I remember being sick was a few years back during a short trip to Penang. I was having a fever, and true to its words (the instructions was to take Panadol every four hours), my fever subside everytime I eat it and came back on the dot four hours later. It refused to break even after two days. Needless to say, it wasn’t one of the best trip that I had.
Anyway, finally went to the doctor today and got an MC. Not that I’m proud of it, but it was a much needed rest as I’ve been up and down the hill a lot this month. Funny thing is its not like I’m rarely out of the hill a lot. Oh well…
Oh, and did I mention that I have a very bad lower back right now? It all started months ago after we moved into our new room and started sleeping in the “new” mattress.
No offence, but I strongly feel that there were planks of wood inserted into the mattress. There’s a line between firm and hard.
Anyway, I’m due back to the office tomorrow. But since tomorrow is my last day (a jargon we used to say that its our last day of working following a series of offdays), I’m looking forward to go back down for the weekend. I’ll be up on New Year’s eve for the fireworks though.
Watch out for "The Interview - Great Big Plan" post coming up in January 2008!
For the longest time, I am usually not sick.
Not to boast or anything, the only time I remember being very sick is when I was young when I had my measles and when I’m in Form 2 when I had my chicken pox.
Compared to my brother, I’m apparently the healthier one, according to my mother anyway. Since then, I’m rarely in and out of the doctor’s office.
Usually whenever I’m feeling under the weather, I’ll just pop 1 and half biji of my trusted Panadol 650. While thinking, “I’ll go to the doctors tomorrow”, after a rest, I’m usually better.
The only other time that I remember being sick was a few years back during a short trip to Penang. I was having a fever, and true to its words (the instructions was to take Panadol every four hours), my fever subside everytime I eat it and came back on the dot four hours later. It refused to break even after two days. Needless to say, it wasn’t one of the best trip that I had.
Anyway, finally went to the doctor today and got an MC. Not that I’m proud of it, but it was a much needed rest as I’ve been up and down the hill a lot this month. Funny thing is its not like I’m rarely out of the hill a lot. Oh well…
Oh, and did I mention that I have a very bad lower back right now? It all started months ago after we moved into our new room and started sleeping in the “new” mattress.
No offence, but I strongly feel that there were planks of wood inserted into the mattress. There’s a line between firm and hard.
Anyway, I’m due back to the office tomorrow. But since tomorrow is my last day (a jargon we used to say that its our last day of working following a series of offdays), I’m looking forward to go back down for the weekend. I’ll be up on New Year’s eve for the fireworks though.
Watch out for "The Interview - Great Big Plan" post coming up in January 2008!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Funny Ankle
I have a funny ankle.
Long long time ago, I've twisted BOTH my ankle. Once during a rainy day from school, and another while jumping down the stairs. Both has since healed, though one of them cause a hairline crack near the toes but nothing life threatening.
And now, I think I've twisted it again some time back, a couple of months ago. But then, I walked away fine.
But that is when the problem begins.
Since a few months ago, my right ankle hurts.
Problem is, it only hurts when i'm NOT putting pressure on it. The moment I'm walking, the pain goes away and I forgot all about it.
I go to work in heels. Fine.
I run around in the office in heels. Fine.
I go shopping for endless hours. Fine.
But when I STOP walking and is seated down, that is there the ankle hurts,.
It hurts the exact same way like you're putting pressure on a twisted ankle. But I'm not even standing!
On the outside, it looked fine. It wasnt swollen or anything. But its a very nagging paid, and I cant really pin point exactly where. It sometimes feels like the skin has been scrapped off, but there's no wound. The ankle bone (?) hurts but I wasnt putting any pressure.
No amount of twisting help ease the pain.
This is the same set of feet that hurts whenever I walked around in sandals for too long but I'm able to prance around the office in 4-inch heels.
Die.
Help, anyone?
P/S: Btw, I think I'm having problem with the chatbox. Its stuck and it wont load new messages. !@#$%
Long long time ago, I've twisted BOTH my ankle. Once during a rainy day from school, and another while jumping down the stairs. Both has since healed, though one of them cause a hairline crack near the toes but nothing life threatening.
And now, I think I've twisted it again some time back, a couple of months ago. But then, I walked away fine.
But that is when the problem begins.
Since a few months ago, my right ankle hurts.
Problem is, it only hurts when i'm NOT putting pressure on it. The moment I'm walking, the pain goes away and I forgot all about it.
I go to work in heels. Fine.
I run around in the office in heels. Fine.
I go shopping for endless hours. Fine.
But when I STOP walking and is seated down, that is there the ankle hurts,.
It hurts the exact same way like you're putting pressure on a twisted ankle. But I'm not even standing!
On the outside, it looked fine. It wasnt swollen or anything. But its a very nagging paid, and I cant really pin point exactly where. It sometimes feels like the skin has been scrapped off, but there's no wound. The ankle bone (?) hurts but I wasnt putting any pressure.
No amount of twisting help ease the pain.
This is the same set of feet that hurts whenever I walked around in sandals for too long but I'm able to prance around the office in 4-inch heels.
Die.
Help, anyone?
P/S: Btw, I think I'm having problem with the chatbox. Its stuck and it wont load new messages. !@#$%
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Shopping List vs. To-do List
Lets make a shopping list, shall we?
1) A jacket – Not needed as I just brought a new one and I can still use the old ones
2) Jeans – Not needed as I still have three pairs of wearable jeans
3) Camera – Not needed as I could still use my old one
4) Shoes – Not needed as I just bought a new pair (I'm slightly regretting its design & colour)
5) Bags – Not needed as Peggy said she had just what I wanted
6) Cosmetics – Not needed as I still have many
7) Toiletries – Need but I don’t have the money yet
8) Laptop – Need but I don’t have the money yet
9) Books – Not needed as I haven’t finished what I bought
10) Scarfs – Not needed as I have many that I don’t even use anyway
So what is there left to shop for anyway???
What I REALLY NEED to do is
1) Change my obsolete handphone's battery
2) Buy new Canon rechargeable AA batteries & charger
3) Write a cheque to Des's father
4) Clean my wardrobe
5) NOT go for window shopping (cause its pointless to see without being able to afford anything at all!)
Oh well, Merry Christmas everyone...
1) A jacket – Not needed as I just brought a new one and I can still use the old ones
2) Jeans – Not needed as I still have three pairs of wearable jeans
3) Camera – Not needed as I could still use my old one
4) Shoes – Not needed as I just bought a new pair (I'm slightly regretting its design & colour)
5) Bags – Not needed as Peggy said she had just what I wanted
6) Cosmetics – Not needed as I still have many
7) Toiletries – Need but I don’t have the money yet
8) Laptop – Need but I don’t have the money yet
9) Books – Not needed as I haven’t finished what I bought
10) Scarfs – Not needed as I have many that I don’t even use anyway
So what is there left to shop for anyway???
What I REALLY NEED to do is
1) Change my obsolete handphone's battery
2) Buy new Canon rechargeable AA batteries & charger
3) Write a cheque to Des's father
4) Clean my wardrobe
5) NOT go for window shopping (cause its pointless to see without being able to afford anything at all!)
Oh well, Merry Christmas everyone...
Monday, December 24, 2007
Lost and Found
23rd December 2008 started off horribly...
I woke up at noon today, and laze around in bed. I lie in my bed thinking about many things while absentmindedly playing with my ring.
Somehow of rather, it got stuck in my middle finger and after numerous tries, I got up and went to the bathroom to get it out with some soap.
And then, I went BACK to bed and laze around around, STILL playing with my ring. Suprise, suprise, it got stuck again.
I sighed and got up again. The ring came off with the soap and I was washing the soap away from the ring, and the next thing I knew...
IT VANISHED!!!
No OOOPPS, no tingling of sound, no losing grip of the ring. It just DISAPPEARED!
I was too stunned to feel anything, and in daze I drop to my knees and unscrew the cup-like thing underneath the sink. I took it out, saw the brown sludge (thank god there's no smell!) but no ring.
I calmly screwed back the cup and got out of the room. Went downstairs and asked my dad, "If I drop my ring at the bathroom and its no longer at the sink, it should be behind the house right?" So we went out the house and looked at the drain.
No ring.
I took a deep breath and said, its okay.
Went back to my room, sms Des and he called soon after. The moment I answered the phone, I started bawling my eyes out.
Throughout the day, I was on the brink of tears. Though I was totally calm whenever I NOT think about it, the moment I remembered and the word "ring" is dicussed, I see myself holding back sobs. I was practically sobbing through my lunch in front of the TV.
We're having a Xmas party in the evening and a whole lot of relatives has been invited. To cut a long story short, a relative arrived early and help looked for the ring.
Obviously, the ring has since been found (thank god!) but the sobs has yet to fully subsided.
Needless to say, I was very glad for the ring to be found yet very puzzled at why I feel such emotions.
When my dad found out that it was just a normal ring and not an engagement ring that my mum has told him (I still have no idea why she said so), naturally it breaks me down to sobs again. I'm not sure why, but I think its the very fact that it is NOT an engagement ring that saddens me the most. Not only I do not have an engagement ring, I've lost the ONLY ring that I have.
Well, not the only ONLY ring, but rather, the only ONE ring that I have out of the relationship right now. Okay, there were a few more previously, but that's another story. I loved this ring more than the others because this one looks better than the plain old silver ones that faded with time. For those of you who've seen it, its a chunky stainless steel ring. Yes, the same material that is used to make poster stand and many more other things.
Though the fact that it may be only steel, I've never once bothered by the fact that its not made of precious materials. If it has mattered, things would have been different.
This ring is special. It is a set. His looks exactly the same. And it is chunky enough for his finger. Do you know, that my ring (despite its chunky design) fits perfectly into his ring? Meaning mine is small enough to fit into the diameter of HIS ring. And the best part is that it WASNT even the ORIGINAL SET that we first got! The first similar set we got fell apart, both mine and his ring fell apart, so we have to exchanged for a different set.
The point is, there is no secret that I wanted to be married. Though I will not divulge what our plans are (yes we do have plans), the ring marks the promise that we've given to each other so far. He has lost his ring a long time before and we've since purchased a few more sets, but this one is different.
Yes, we could always have bought another one, but at that particular time, I feel absolutely lost. Losing the ring, makes me feel not only am I not married, I am losing the one thing that I have at being PROMISED of getting married.
Sorry, I'm not the type who ask for expensive ring, nor we could afford one. But I believe he loves me no less than your partner who loves you just the same.
But then again, you may say I'm stupid cause I only refer a ring as a promise of marriage and not the relationship itself. Well, its a representation and you can think what you want (cause you dont know the story and its complicated and blah blah blah...)
Anyway, I've got my ring back. But my emotions are still unstable. And I believe it will continue to remain so until next year.
Because the thought of not having my ring back again, opens up a whole lot of bottled up emotions.
I woke up at noon today, and laze around in bed. I lie in my bed thinking about many things while absentmindedly playing with my ring.
Somehow of rather, it got stuck in my middle finger and after numerous tries, I got up and went to the bathroom to get it out with some soap.
And then, I went BACK to bed and laze around around, STILL playing with my ring. Suprise, suprise, it got stuck again.
I sighed and got up again. The ring came off with the soap and I was washing the soap away from the ring, and the next thing I knew...
IT VANISHED!!!
No OOOPPS, no tingling of sound, no losing grip of the ring. It just DISAPPEARED!
I was too stunned to feel anything, and in daze I drop to my knees and unscrew the cup-like thing underneath the sink. I took it out, saw the brown sludge (thank god there's no smell!) but no ring.
I calmly screwed back the cup and got out of the room. Went downstairs and asked my dad, "If I drop my ring at the bathroom and its no longer at the sink, it should be behind the house right?" So we went out the house and looked at the drain.
No ring.
I took a deep breath and said, its okay.
Went back to my room, sms Des and he called soon after. The moment I answered the phone, I started bawling my eyes out.
Throughout the day, I was on the brink of tears. Though I was totally calm whenever I NOT think about it, the moment I remembered and the word "ring" is dicussed, I see myself holding back sobs. I was practically sobbing through my lunch in front of the TV.
We're having a Xmas party in the evening and a whole lot of relatives has been invited. To cut a long story short, a relative arrived early and help looked for the ring.
Obviously, the ring has since been found (thank god!) but the sobs has yet to fully subsided.
Needless to say, I was very glad for the ring to be found yet very puzzled at why I feel such emotions.
When my dad found out that it was just a normal ring and not an engagement ring that my mum has told him (I still have no idea why she said so), naturally it breaks me down to sobs again. I'm not sure why, but I think its the very fact that it is NOT an engagement ring that saddens me the most. Not only I do not have an engagement ring, I've lost the ONLY ring that I have.
Well, not the only ONLY ring, but rather, the only ONE ring that I have out of the relationship right now. Okay, there were a few more previously, but that's another story. I loved this ring more than the others because this one looks better than the plain old silver ones that faded with time. For those of you who've seen it, its a chunky stainless steel ring. Yes, the same material that is used to make poster stand and many more other things.
Though the fact that it may be only steel, I've never once bothered by the fact that its not made of precious materials. If it has mattered, things would have been different.
This ring is special. It is a set. His looks exactly the same. And it is chunky enough for his finger. Do you know, that my ring (despite its chunky design) fits perfectly into his ring? Meaning mine is small enough to fit into the diameter of HIS ring. And the best part is that it WASNT even the ORIGINAL SET that we first got! The first similar set we got fell apart, both mine and his ring fell apart, so we have to exchanged for a different set.
The point is, there is no secret that I wanted to be married. Though I will not divulge what our plans are (yes we do have plans), the ring marks the promise that we've given to each other so far. He has lost his ring a long time before and we've since purchased a few more sets, but this one is different.
Yes, we could always have bought another one, but at that particular time, I feel absolutely lost. Losing the ring, makes me feel not only am I not married, I am losing the one thing that I have at being PROMISED of getting married.
Sorry, I'm not the type who ask for expensive ring, nor we could afford one. But I believe he loves me no less than your partner who loves you just the same.
But then again, you may say I'm stupid cause I only refer a ring as a promise of marriage and not the relationship itself. Well, its a representation and you can think what you want (cause you dont know the story and its complicated and blah blah blah...)
Anyway, I've got my ring back. But my emotions are still unstable. And I believe it will continue to remain so until next year.
Because the thought of not having my ring back again, opens up a whole lot of bottled up emotions.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I'm (not) Married!
It has been some time since I wrote.
Well, because things has been going crazy. The Great Big Plan (GBP) and all.
I've been in and out of office this month and I've even managed to squeeze in a short first trip to Kuching! I've been MIA the most this month and its been a few too many times of setting up "Out of Office" emails.
Life is absolutely tiring right now. I drove Des up the wall and I nearly jumped and commit suicide from the GBP. The self induce stress was too much to take and I swear I almost lost it. There's still a couple of things to sort out before I can officially announce what it is. Great, MORE stress.
However, sadly, for the umpteenth time, I am not married.
Imagine my pain when someone played a cruel joke on my friend (at my expense of course) and she called me up to congratulate me while practicalling yelling on the phone asking how come I didnt announce the "good news" to them.
Anyway, with that out, I'm back home for Christmas break. It wasnt a long deserving break, since I've have had two 4-day break for the past two weeks. Do your calculation. On average, I'm only in the office for half a month. Not something to complain about, but frankly speaking, I am tired from the numerous trips.
Christmas is around the corner, and I've never been this broke. Well, there is this one time back in Uni when I only have 20 dollars for more than a week before flying home. Though I'm broke, I've no idea how I could have arranged myself TWO shopping trips over the weekend. Damn.
All I can say is that December has been and will continue to be one heck of a long and busy month...
Well, because things has been going crazy. The Great Big Plan (GBP) and all.
I've been in and out of office this month and I've even managed to squeeze in a short first trip to Kuching! I've been MIA the most this month and its been a few too many times of setting up "Out of Office" emails.
Life is absolutely tiring right now. I drove Des up the wall and I nearly jumped and commit suicide from the GBP. The self induce stress was too much to take and I swear I almost lost it. There's still a couple of things to sort out before I can officially announce what it is. Great, MORE stress.
However, sadly, for the umpteenth time, I am not married.
Imagine my pain when someone played a cruel joke on my friend (at my expense of course) and she called me up to congratulate me while practicalling yelling on the phone asking how come I didnt announce the "good news" to them.
Anyway, with that out, I'm back home for Christmas break. It wasnt a long deserving break, since I've have had two 4-day break for the past two weeks. Do your calculation. On average, I'm only in the office for half a month. Not something to complain about, but frankly speaking, I am tired from the numerous trips.
Christmas is around the corner, and I've never been this broke. Well, there is this one time back in Uni when I only have 20 dollars for more than a week before flying home. Though I'm broke, I've no idea how I could have arranged myself TWO shopping trips over the weekend. Damn.
All I can say is that December has been and will continue to be one heck of a long and busy month...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
15/12/2007
I’m back, as promised one month ago.
The good news is that I don’t need to commit suicide.
The bad news is that I now have a whole lot of new problems and issues to settle.
NOT COMPLAINING!! :-)
The good news is that I don’t need to commit suicide.
The bad news is that I now have a whole lot of new problems and issues to settle.
NOT COMPLAINING!! :-)
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