B-log

Backstory…”punch buggy yellow!” (with accompanying punch, to any part of the other players body, preferably shoulder or leg) “pinch mini silver!” (with corresponding pinch body, as before). This is a game that my partner and I have been playing ever since we started going out. We have varied the rules a bit, and have our own elaborate scoring system in our heads.

Backstory…we have long been talking about marriage. (yes I know, ME of all people!!) long have we been talking about how many kids, what kind of a house, what breed of dog. Along with that came what kind of wedding. Somewhat normal couple talk, or what I would think of as normal…only this time it seemed more real to me. More real because, well, here I am, somewhat independent. Making a life for myself, happy and well balanced. You could say everything else was just happening at its own course and speed. So we had everything “theoretically” mapped out. Everything, except a proposal. And a ring. Both of which I had foiled his plans of ever doing anything to my liking.

Backstory…I am a creative person, and expect no less of anything in my life. Marriage proposal included. None of this “down on one knee—will you marry me” crap. I wanted something in the likes of a ring inside a walnut shell—or something along the idea of the guy in Mallrats the movie…his idea was to propose to the girl when Jaws pops out of the water in Universal Studios. You get my drift. I wanted something fun. Because to me that says that a fun, inventive, creative start, will mean a fun, inventive creative life together.

Backstory…I caught him out a few times wanting to take me to romantic spots. I knew he was going to ask me…and I quite simply made excuses not to want to go. Yes I busted his plans. (some would say I busted his balls) He also didn’t have a ring nor did he want to buy one with out me for fear of my not liking it. Poor guy was stuck in a rut.

All this time, inside my head, the wheels were spinning. I was concocting a plan to make things go the way I wanted them to. (some would describe me as a control freak—and frankly I’m beginning to believe them)
I secretly searched and searched and searched in the internet for the ring I wanted. I bid on e-bay for a remote controlled mini cooper. I was mildly disappointed when I couldn’t find a remote controlled volkswagon beetle as well. After some disappointing bids, I finally won a mini. I had it sent to work so he wouldn’t know about it at home. I secretly bought the batteries. All this took months to plan in my head. My original plan involved full sized mini coopers and volkswagon beetles and a big sign….but that proved a little bit much for even me to plan single handedly. (plus I have no friends who own either make of car!)
So anyway, back to my mischievous plan. I needed to take time off work for something I had to do before my graduation in Uni. I was home earlier than him and I thought this was my chance. I put the batteries in the car, and the controller, took an envelope and wrote this on it….
“pinch mini red and white
open to find a surprise inside….
I tied the envelope to the back of the car so that it trailed on the floor. The car sat waiting for him at the hallway.
He arrived home and was greeted by the car…and essentially he had to chase it around the house for as long as I could maneuver it properly (I kept banging it into the walls). He finally was able to get to the envelope and the prize inside.
The poem went:

Because I want to marry you
Have a house, some kids and a puppy too
Your’e all I need to make the dream come true
So I thought I’d ask you before you ask me
Stephen will you marry me?
But then I thought that It’d cramp your style
And you know that I could wait a while
While you ponder and think and juxtapose
How, when and where you would propose
So to make your life easier, I suppose…
…Here is the ring that I chose.

Yes, he said. And then he said “you stole my thunder”. What thunder I asked…
And then he said, in his best tagalog “Iniibig kita, at gusto kitang maging asawa habang buhay”…”I’ve been practicing that since forever…”
(yes I was a bit teary eyed—but I hide this quite well)
(yes he was too–) cheesy!

So we hugged, and kissed.

And we’re officially engaged.

That night he called my mom and said. “Your daughter has asked me to marry her….um…so can i?”

When I got the phone from him and spoke to my mom and told her all of this she said “That’s my daughter!”

Enough said.

Keep Christmas next year free.

PS
to my family who reads this please please PLEASE do not tell ATA.
we will surprise her this christmas.

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