Portkey to Prose

To heck with surviving - let's flirt with prose! To a new beginning.

I am Back >:)

I am back! Muahahahaha...

On 31 March 2005, I sneaked back to KL behind noodle's back and took a bloody expensive taxi ride to her home town in the wee hours of the morning (actually lingered at the airport letting time fly by for 2 hours before that) and knocked on her bedroom door... Only after about 3, 4 times kncok-knock-knocking on her door, did I see the door open and my sh-leepy baby standing there with a blank-est of blank looks on her face that might have meant "I am going to strangle whoever that awoke me form my beauty slumber!!"

And guess what? After a second or two starring at me, and registering my after-smell as a result from being in the A330 cabin for 4 hours from Dhaka, her blank face broke into one that said she missed me more than I can ever imagine... *muaks!

It's good to be back. My baby won't have to dine alone no more, at least for 3 months or so *fingers crossed*... Here's to noodle and glorious Malaysian food! *zzzzzz

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Happy Chap Goh Mei

Today is Chap Goh Mei, and if directly translated from Hokkien, it literally means "15th Night". And in the history of Chap Goh Mei, it is believed that young women would on this night would make their ways to the temples, dressed in their very best, and arned with a dash of hope in finding prospective suitors as their future husbands.

Another point which I remember from what my primary school teacher told me was that these young ladies would throw tangerines into the town river/stream - an act that signifies that they are available for marriage. It is also said that if some lad sees the floating tangerine in the water and picks it up, that generally means that the bachelorette who threw it would be able to find a good spouse...

Hehe cute eh? Personally, I would rather eat the tagerines for myself. Goodness knows how expensive a good round and juicy tangerine is in the old days! But then nowadays I don't thnk this culture is being practiced anymore. Nevertheless, those who love near their family would usually go home to have another dinner with their kins.

Chap Goh Mei is also know as the Chinese version of Valentine's Day. So baby, Happy Chap Goh Mei! You are always in my heart... *hugs*

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The Long Distance Thing... - Take 2

A couple of years back, I remember the excitement when we were buying stuff like the washing machine, the really huge fridge :) etc to fill in the house that we were going to share with my brother. Little did I know that 2 years from then, I would have had changed my job and had to get my butt kicked off to some foreign land...

But I am extremely thankful (and luckier than most boyfriends) that my baby is so supportive towards my change in career. What more can a guy ask? She was actually the pillars of my strength, steering captain of my fleet and without her support, I wouldn't have taken that plunge.

And now, I am here, in the midst of distant construction sounds, in an empty office taking a breather from work, doing this. What makes my heart ached most is how much I missed my baby - her company and her witty jokes, and the fact that she would have to do the things we used to do together on her own like getting the groceries, cooking dinner and eating it, going to the movies, doing the laundry, and if I go on with the list, this would sound too damn cheesy. But honestly, I didn't know it would be *this* tough - I wasn't prepared at all.

Well, I guess the only consolation I have is that she is also feeling the same way I do some few hundred miles and more away; and my only resolution - to immerse myself in my work 24/7 and earn my reputation in this line while counting the speeding days till I return to my baby again.

So to my baby who is now back in her hometown: always take care of yourself too and be alert wherever you are. You do realize that this overseas-posting for my work will be an on-going trend, even after surviving Dhaka, but forget not that I am here, solely for us, hoping to earn lots and lots, so that we may have a better future, and ooh ooh, that we may one day have lots of filthy cash to spend and travel the seven seas, and taste the glorious food around the globe, starting with Korea and UK :P.

Baby, this distance is nothing to me, for you are always with me in my heart. We need no formula to survive this, just the two of us. This absence, will only make our bond grows stronger :).

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The Long Distance Thing...

You know few days back I was blog browsing (yeah, blogspot lets you do that by clicking on the "next blog" button on the top right corner) and I stopped and read a blog about this chinese girl across the causeway (that's Singapore for those who didn't get it :P). In one particular entry, she talked about how sweet her bf was but at the same time she is afraid of becoming too dependent on her guy. I guess she is at that age, and being with the first love... I am reminded of how I was and funny, I too had the same fears.

Maybe it effects mostly girls, it takes time to find that balance to love and still be independent emotionally? Or am I just being silly? But I do feel different with my relationship to my Baby now than I was with my first guy... if not how could I agree to letting him choose a career that will eventually take him far away from me?? :-? The odds of long distance relationship is really stacked against us, but I just know it we can make it work! What better thing to give your loved one than the chance and support to follow his dreams? I will not choose otherwise if given another chance. :) And of course, his short visits back does help ALOT! ;)

Friends asks me how does it feel to be alone, its really a weird feeling actually, a bit sad but strangely empowering! A happily married friend of mine that weathered the long distance thing told me this when I asked him for any survival tips, "There is no tips or tricks, its either you survive it or not.. " His answer was like an epiphany for me and I was comforted really, it all depends on you and your guy as it should ;)

To my Baby in Dhaka always take care of yourself and watch what you eat :) Hopefully, you get to go to nicer places (think China! think Korea!) so I get to visit these places and start collecting cool visa stickers on my non-existent interntional passport! :P

Hello World

Blocked nose, sore throat... erm, alchohol, anyone? :P

So, after much procrastination, I guess it is time for me to jump on the bandwagon along with everybody else and get on with my very own weblog! Well, one of the few reasons that delayed this leap which I just took is that I am not particularly comfortable about sharing my daily life (and thoughts) on the whole wide web - scary isn't it? Also, I don't really trust myself to have the discipline to constantly update my blog to maintain it's purpose...

Then, I saw how well my baby was doing with her own blog and that really started to shave off the doubts that clouded me... Got myself thinking, what *is* the purpose of my blog if I ever had one? Well, pretty much answered it meself - it would be something special for my lady back home to read about my daily life here in a foreign land.

So here I am, some 700 miles and more away from home - writing my very first entry, instead of getting myself drunk with my colleagues out there, thanks to a blocked runny nose, and a sore dry throat. Heh, not too bad for a weekend eve, eh? ;)

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