:: the fairy tale ::

Ever since Henry made the move to join the Barcelona team, the man had endlessly recounted incidences of colleagues jokingly asking him 'why the sudden move?' and of course, being the thick-skinned man that he is (though he persistently denied such description of his character) , had the gall to answer 'They pay me more.'

So he claimed most of his friends told him he resembled Henry.
And I, being the most insensitive girlfriend of the century, agreed to that statement not before adding the remark, 'Yerla by. Henry boyan version'. (No offense to the proud Boyanese people out there.)

The man & I squeezed in time for lunch.
His timetable was finally out and I could tell, judging my his excitement, he's pretty much satisfied with the current schedule.
For one who will be paid more than 3k a month to teach non core subjects, such a timetable is like a God's miracle gift or something.
You worry less about marking & students' results and the good thing is you will have time to make the best out of your specialization & interest.
But we both know, this arrangement is a temporary one. Come next year, I can bet on money that he will be in charged of a form class.
'Nasib kamu byyyyyy.'

An old friend of mine had finally gotten engaged. Congrats to you Suzi.
And right now, I'm itching to pen my thoughts about every girl dreams (I didn't use women for I know bad experiences can make a woman flinched at the notion of tying the knot) to get married.

I am the product of the society's common mindset.
Which in turn had made me once believe that when a girl grows up, she will marry and live happily ever after.
This is true if you are 6 and your mother constantly let you read fairy tales, you can't help but lose yourself in that 'prince charming-come-for-you-and-gallantly-brought-you-back-to his castle' fantasy.

Parents, as wise as we hoped them to be, wants a happy ending for their children's life story.
But how often were we told, in the process of our growing up years, to fish for the right person?
Would it be less painful if from the start our parents had issued us a list of 'men/women-you-should-stay-away-from' instead of letting us experienced the whole messy process which if it turned out real bad, shaped us to one who swore off love & succumb to the harsh reality that happy endings only happened to characters in stories, not people?
But we can't blame them, could we. Our parents are not psychics and they too, had once been young and knew getting there means having to stick together through thick and thin.

I am a fan of romance novels. And it's nice to see that there are people out there who still believes that everyone deserves a happy ending.
Cinderella found her happiness because her prince charming had the patience & make an effort to look for the girl who fits into the glass slippers that he found.
Snow White had to die before prince charming came to claim her as his bride.
If there's one thing to learn about fairy tales that is applicable to life, it's the simple fact that if you really want it, you have to work for it.
And no, you don't need to lose your slippers (because our modern man might not have ample time to go around finding the perfect fit) and no you don't have to die in the hands of your cruel stepmother before someone kisses you and bring you back to life.

The modern fairy tale has a little twist to it.
Princesses no longer need to be rescued to have a happy ending.
Princesses no longer spend her days sitting & waiting for the right man to claim her.
Because modern men are not prince charming, (yes they charm their way into your life and in some cases smartly charm their way out of it too) for most fear the prospect of saving a woman because it means having to face difficulties and some even find the idea of saving as a sign of weakness.
And now it doesn't take a genius to know that the little twist is that a happy ending does not necessary mean walking down the aisle and having a truckload of cute kids, but the feeling of content having to live and enjoy each every minute of your time doing things you love and whit those whom loved you.

So the next time any makcik asked you the bonus question 'When is your turn?'
You have many ways to reply - one, show of your sweetest grin and don't utter a word or if you are very cruel, the next time you attend a relative funeral and happened to see the same makcik whose been bugging you with the question, tapped her shoulders and asked 'When is your turn?'
That should get her off your back for a very long time.

But for now, the man & I will be happy to answer, 'Lepas awak.' or 'Tunggu cik sponsore' or 'Wait long long' or the safest will be, 'Insyaallah, kalau ada jodoh'.

Come on, I've yet enjoy my couple-dom to the fullest. :p