Gloomy days

G and I have a problem.

At least, i think we have one. He, in his manly manner, doesn't think about it at all *rolls eyes

Instead of conveniently using that little handy mouse of yours to skip the blahsblahs and go straight down there where i will eventually reveal what the problem is, it might pay off to read the blahsblahs.

Because otherwise you might end up wondering what was my mum ingesting when i was in her belly.

I'm going to start by saying i used to use my relationship as a benchmark to others. I have a perfectly normal relationship, if yours differs from mine, you have a weird relationship.

Soon i started realising everyone and i mean EVERYONE is in a 'weird' (by my easy definition) relationship.

Yeah, that's when i grudgingly admitted - we are the weird ones.

You see, a relationship essentially goes like this :

Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy.
They flirt, date, hook up.
They get together.
After some time, they cohabitate.
If it works out, they get married.

A normal relationship would take what, a month perhaps, to get to the third line.

Ours took three years.

Yeah, go us. As if youth might open the door any minute and go 'hi i'm back!'.

Anyway, now that we're together... the problem for me is the impossibility of us progressing to the fourth line. You see, we're both raised in extremely traditional families. As i said, i will never be introduced to his father until (and i say this in hope) 2 years before the wedding. His mother knows i exist but that's about that. My parents are much more welcoming to G. It's good. But can I say, 'hey mum, i'm staying over at G's tonight call you tomorrow?'

You might as well find my name in the obituary section of the newspaper nicetomeetyoubye.

We'll both be returning to Malaysia for good next year. We will be 23 years old. And G won't get married until he's 28 years old (for financial reasons). He's dead certain on that and even my sweetest voice or foulest threat won't get him to budge.

So do you see the problem?

5 years of living apart! Let me utilise my math skills and tell you that that would be 12 years of waiting before we progress to the fourth line.

Shoot me through the eyes, will ya?

He made me this for my recent birthday :)

I used to mull over this problem a lot.

But it's okay now.

We found a solution.

You see, if G's 'financial reasons' is the main obstacle from cohabitating... we just need to get rid of it! Let's just get the money to buy us a damn house!

So we started buying lottery tickets.

Wish us luck!

ps : You'll see my name on the newspaper for a much better reason now!

ps: Please read this with a pinch of salt, i don't even know what kind of frame of mind i'm in when i wrote this -__-