And yet again I am ill. Think I may be allergic to this work malarkey *
giggles* I got stubborn and refused to go the the clinic insisting that it would all blow over. Worked for a bit till i realised that I really only was OK between ten in the morning and three in the afternoon. So
Buddy got fed up and hauled my cute, not-so-little, patootie into the clinic yesterday. Which has resulted in me getting today off. And I actually think it's done wonders. So bless his little cotton socks. For that and for keeping me company, and for the mangoes and the soup that he brought over.
He loves me *
big grin*
And I have weddings on my brain! I dreamt that
Buddy proposed to me a few nights ago. It was in his telly room with a ring that confused me. It was one of them dual band jobs, the bands were encrusted with diamonds culminating in a bigger central diamond. I guess it confused me because I felt that the many little diamonds on the band took away from the central stone and he would have been better off with just one stone for the same amount of money. Simplicity goes a long way I think. I remember feeling a little confused but then also at the same time really really happy. Then he ran off to ask my parents' permission and next thing I knew I was pregnant. Go figure!
Been looking at dream dictionaries to see what this means and apparently, the pregnancy symbolises new beginnings or new projects that haven't yet been fully formed. The reaction I had upon receiving the ring is how I truly feel about the relationship and the ring itself symbolises that the relationship is something I am committed to.
So anyone that knows me well has probably heard about my whole fantasy of how I want to meet "
the one". Here goes nothing:-
I want to meet him in an elevator and get stuck in there with him for four hours or so where we would just talk and talk. We'd eventually get out and go our separate ways only to realise a little later that we'd actually fallen in love. Then [insert miracle] we would suddenly find each other again despite only knowing each other's first name. We would date for a year or so and he would propose. Not big on the long convoluted courtship because:-
i. I think falling in love is not a decision but staying in love is. I believe you know which way you'll decide very soon after meeting the person. You know if it will work and if you want it to work. But only if you're "there" and asking yourself those questions.
ii. I'm really not getting any younger and I would like to have kids when I'm young enough to play with them. I'd like to enjoy being married before having kids and I'd like to be able to retire with the person I've chosen to grow old with, having fulfilled my commitments to my children and having seen them safely into adulthood.
iii. The world is full of fish, why keep nurturing the same one when you know you're not interested in that breed?
[It sounds terribly practical I know, but having been in two long term serious relationships that amounted to very little my outlook's changed just a tad]
Anyway back to the dream, he would propose to me, with an Alexandrite engagement ring [Because diamonds are far too cliche] on the summer solstice, when the sun sets on the longest day of the year, in a field full of daisies. He'd ride in on a tandem bicycle singing "
Daisy daisy, tell me you love me do. I'm half crazy but for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage. But you'd look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two" [I know my name's not Daisy, and there are no fields of daisies in Brunei, but a girl can dream] I would laugh, say yes, clamber on the bike and ride off into the sunset with him.
The wedding would be in a big giant marquee a-la the last scenes in "My Best Friend's Wedding". With a giant dance floor and a great swing band. There would be Lindy hop instructors teaching a basic Lindy class in the first hour or so of the reception and instructors roaming around throughout the event so some fun Lindy goes on all night.
Sean Ghazi would sing because he, above all singers, brings together both my eastern and western- ness. Who else does it more eloquently than he, when he sings "
Hujan di Tengah Hari" [Which translates to "Rain at Midday"] with the oh- so- recognisable music from "
Singing In the Rain" in the break of the song. Combining my western mind and eastern soul with such finesse.
So that is the fantasy *
giggle*. Do I need it all? No. Not at all. But it's fun to think of no? At the bottom of this silly little romantic heart of mine, all I really need is someone who will grow old with me.
