Warning: This post is all mush and cheese. You need something to wash it down with. A tea perhaps? 🙂
“I wanna marry you because you’re the first person that I want to look at when I wake up in the morning and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn’t imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So will you… um… marry me?” Will Hayes on Definitely Maybe
I don’t know about you but when I was younger I have always
dreamed wondered about how my wedding will be like, who I am spending my whole life with and how the proposal will be. I imagined the proposal to be done in that perfect setting (it changes from time to time though, depends on the current mood/trend/like :P), made by the ‘man of my dreams’ (still faceless until last year ^_^), and then the ‘and they live happily every after’ follows. But as I grew older those daydreams were forgotten, finding ‘The One’ was just something that I believe others could have but not me, became obsessed with That-Job-That-Will-Define-Me and everything else in between. But (prepare for much cheesiness) when I met The One, the Man of My Dreams, my Superman – everything changed, being with my Soulmate has become my first priority.
I never knew this was coming. Although there were ‘hints’ of it in the past, it never crossed my mind that when, a couple of weeks ago, G said he wanted us to go on a holiday for the holy week and he actually started planning for it, he’s gonna pop the question. For me it was just a short vacation to take my mind off my worries and help me renew my visa but it was much more than that pala.
“Bring formal clothes,” he told me when he finally got a reservation for that Dinner on the Rocks, which we were browsing through on Banyan Tree’s website one night. I found it odd that he would choose that kind of dinner setting on our beach holiday – we never really had ‘formal dinners’ on our beach holidays. But he said he wanted to try it so I didn’t probe more.
I am big on fate and ‘meant-to-bes’ and I felt that the universe was sort of telling us that the trip was not meant to be. First there was the fully-booked hotels. We only got one after further research on accommodations. And then there’s the fully-booked ferry going to Bintan on April 05. Our hotel reservation was from April 05 to 08 and when we checked for available ferry schedules on the 5th, there was only one at 8pm and almost all the ferries going back on the 8th are fully-booked. We asked for the earliest and there’s one on Thursday at 5pm. G decided to take it even though he still had to go to work that day. Then we had to book another night in the hotel. All these made him spend much more. It was also raining all week here in SG and G’s worried that it might be raining in Indonesia too and it might ruin our vacation (his plan).
On our way to Bintan Island, I told him about my thoughts on how this trip isn’t meant to be and everything that happened after contradicted me. We were expecting a rather tired and old hotel (because of the reviews) but we were surprised to find it really pleasant. We braced ourselves for a non-English speaking staff but much to our wonder, they can converse well in English (when I went to Batam last year, I had a hard time communicating)! And most importantly, it may be raining in SG before we left but when we arrived in Bintan it was all bright and sunshine. Perfect for that dinner that G had arranged.
We made ourselves comfortable in our room and prepared for dinner. We arrived in Banyan Tree at 8pm and we were shuttled to the beachfront restaurant and then ushered to that lone red table on the rocks, by the sea. It made my heart leap when I saw that table from afar, with the ‘candles’ on the planks lighting the way to our seat. The setting was really perfect. We had the sound of the waves hitting the rocks as our background music. We had the (almost) full moon and that cute little lamp to light our table. We had the cool and soft night breeze to keep us comfortable during the course. We had a wonderful and very attentive wait staff, Barry, to ‘take care’ of us. And, of course, we had each other for company.
“I do believe in fate. But you also have to work for it. You shouldn’t be just relying on it. Fate is what you choose when life presented you opportunities and how you act on it,” that was what I said to G when he asked me what I think about Fate. To be honest I had a fleeting thought that he might propose that night as he was talking about Fate and Soulmates and what he did to make this night perfect for us. But I knew I shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts so I shooed it all away. I was so kilig all throughout the night, just having a perfect evening (wonderful meal too! ^_^) and even more kilig to see him so gwapo and happy. He made the night perfect.
Not so nice media here. I don’t want to bombard you with food photos so I made a clip of it instead. 😀
We just finished our sumptuous yet fattening main course. Barry was away to get our dessert when G took out his phone and started playing Someone to Watch Over Me, one of my favorite songs which I associate with him, from our favorite singer Frank Sinatra. And then he started the speech with “Joyce, remember last week you mentioned to me about your plans? Well, I also have a plan… Took out something from his pocket, went down on his knee (I never ever thought he’d do that), and continued on with that line from Definitely Maybe, “…but mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you marry me?”.
I started crying and the kept on saying “Is this what it’s all about?” over and over again… And the rest, as they say is history. You’d probably guess what my answer is. Like I said, when you’ve met The One, Your Soulmate, being with that person, without a doubt, is your first priority and the rest will follow. It was that night that my long-forgotten yet continually longed-for girly and childhood wishes and dreams came true.
Recounting this to a friend and writing about it brings tears to my eyes. I know this post didn’t give justice to what I felt then and what I am feeling now, as this love I have for him is greater than words could ever describe. I guess writing this post is just my way of telling to the world how I feel and that I am happy, eggsighted and proud to be the future Mrs. G. 🙂
“Everything is gonna be alright, J.” This is what G always tells me every time I start to worry and fret about ‘the future’, my current situation and regrets on decisions made. I am amazed at how he has prepared for everything-the amazing evening, plans for the future, etc. His assurance, his will and his great love gives me comfort and I know everything is going to be alright. I know this is just a start of a new life and I know for sure there will be bumps along the road. But I know that we’ll overcome it together, because we have each other, and by God’s grace.
Random Thoughts and Trivia:
– In SG, an Engagement Ring is non-refundable but it’s upgradable just in case the lady finds the size of the stone too small for her liking. Ladies, if you don’t like it, then say no! OR better yet, guys, run away from her if she complains. Run as far as you can and don’t look back. You will be better off.
– “Bros before hoes” is something a bro without a hoe would say and “it’s too early” is probably said by someone who don’t understand how it is to be in really in love.
– In western culture, the family of the bride usually pays for the whole wedding hullabaloo. In the Philippines, traditionally, it is the groom who pays for the wedding expenses.
– I was told that in Singapore, a couple who are planning to get married first agrees on getting an HDB (house) together and then the engagement/proposal follows.
– G got my ring size when the Saturday before last, we were playing around and he made me try his ring on all my fingers (not focusing on my ring finger as it might be too obvious) and did that repeatedly until he’s sure of my size. (We had to send it back to have it resized, it’s one size bigger! Yey, I’m not that fat!). 😛
– It is no longer apt to call me JPo! 😀 I’d be dropping the Po in JPo soon and will replace it with Bi. JBi! It’s just like Johor Bharu! 😀
(Might add more to this!)