I know, I know, I'm not meant to be blogging at the moment. My bad and all that.
I'm meant to be far away on a distant tropical island, engaged in a fierce battle over whether to read the last few words of One Day by David Nichols, or slurp the final few drops of that mouth-watering pina colada perched by my side. Oh wow it sucks to be me this week.
It really doesn't actually, because something truly wonderful, unexpected and downright euphoric has happened. I'll give you a visual clue.... is it...
Could it be?
No, don't tell me that's...
Yes it is! A beautiful diamond ring, which can only mean one thing. The glorious, divine and downright hot B has proposed. On bended knee. In Mandarin Chinese. Yes, you read that right. The man is unconventional and we are living in Hong Kong after all. There is nothing about B that's predictable. And I love him so hard for it I could squeeze the life out of him. Except then I'd pretty much be killing my fiance. So maybe I won't do that.
So, that's my short yet sweet news that I wanted to share, and now I must return to packing for my pending engage-moon in Thailand! We leave tomorrow and I CANNOT WAIT.
You know when you have some really crap weeks? Nothing short of 'meh' upon 'meh'? Well I have loooots of those. But this week 'aint one of them. This week, I finished my university degree (a whole nother tale starring Mr Pain and Mrs Suffering), am departing for a 10-night holiday on a tropical beach in Thailand (an eternity for us) - oh and I and got engaged. Oh my GOODNESS, I'm engaged. A fiance. Oh that word sounds so fancy, even when the little diagonal line doesn't appear over the 'e' and it looks more like 'finance'.
There is so so much to plan, but for now, I'm just getting used to seeing the world in rose colours for awhile. Ahhhhh. So pretty.