Its gonna be one hell of a long entry considering I haven't been blogging like forever.HAHA.
So I started training in Rosette and I must say that although its been quite a bumpy ride, I did have fun,but still not as beautiful as my times in Sha Villa.I started my first 2 days as a bartender and I screwed up badly. Have also been a captain, server, runner, aboyeyur and most unfortunately a steward as well. I hate being a steward. Its most frustrating when you have to keep washing the dishes every now and then at all times till the restaurant closes.Now going through the last week in Rosette and I think I am gonna miss it.
Made quite a sum of friends from the DHM batch,a bunch of pretty good chaps there and quite an unforgettable 3 weeks i had in there so far.now being in attachment with the B class and this batch is quite a funny bunch.I had fun on the first day with them in the restaurant for dinner shift. It was very busy today,lots of quarrels between the restaurant staff and the kitchen staff. Then again,how easy is it not to have a little dispute once in a while..Looking forward to tomorrow's shift,hope I get the same station as Fifi,then can chit-chat while on duty,haha!
I am so happy! I got the hotel and gonna go for the contract signing with New Majestic Hotel! When I told Baby about this,she was so happy that even her temperature didn't matter to her,but pooor baby got sick and still had to out do project,must take care! Your Health much much much much more important,especially to me,wakaka!
Do stay tuned for more episodes of my journey in Rosette before I sink over to Charcoal with the Nagger of the millenium.You know, I know, I don't have to say out,haha! Night Night for now, I have to go sleep and wake up in 8 hours time..
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Carry Me In Your Arms
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to say it. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, ” you are not a man!”
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Linda. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Linda so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Linda. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just didn't care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Linda about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any physical contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Linda about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me: she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Linda opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Linda, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Linda, I said, I won’t divorce my wife. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world.
Linda seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I ll carry you out every morning until we are old.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build a relationship.
This story was not created by me but by the courtesy of al-Islaah Publication, with minor modifications.
To my precious honey, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old! hehe!
Suddenly I didn’t know how to say it. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, ” you are not a man!”
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Linda. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Linda so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Linda. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just didn't care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Linda about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any physical contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Linda about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me: she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Linda opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Linda, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Linda, I said, I won’t divorce my wife. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world.
Linda seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I ll carry you out every morning until we are old.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build a relationship.
This story was not created by me but by the courtesy of al-Islaah Publication, with minor modifications.
To my precious honey, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old! hehe!
Friday, February 1, 2008
A week of events
A week I haven't blog, must be curious to know what has been going on in my life huh? I finally managed to meet my baby after almost 2 weeks of zero direct contact, only on the phone and through messaging. It was sensational and very lovable. It was also our 17 months together when we met up. I also learnt a new cute name to call her,hehe. the next day, we went to delifrance at lot 1 for tea. I had tuna baguettes and she had ice cream wth chocolate sauce muffin. Sedap Giler sio! haha, next time, I am gonna bring her there again for a meal during tea.
Enlightened by Mr Balgit and approaching me for needing me in an important function in Rosette, I wonder what it could be. 'Stop saying sorry if you have done nothing wrong'.
Nearing the end of my attachment in Sha Villa, I am really sad to leave it. but looking forward to my attachment in Rosette,just want to make the best out of this attachment.not happy with my team because i hoped to do it with my other 3 musketeers. fifi, paige and nick for which we were the same group in housekeeping and front office. sadly for ting ting and I, even we both couldn't be in the same team. its all right, new experiences with new team members. now i wonder how we will get through with the commanding side of DHM.
Finishing off my resume, now I hope to get into the hotel I have longed for which is Swissotel Merchant Court. Wish me luck because I think I am gonna need alot of it.haha.
Last night at my 5th lesson of Basic Islam was quite interesting,I learned about the 25 prophets and prayed with my ustaz.he asked me to join him and practise the movements. It was quite fun because I felt light during the experience. Maybe next time, in a few years, I can learn the words as well. Now my homework is to list the 25 prophets in order of sequence in arabic names. Seems difficult but I would give it a try. After all, next week's lesson has been cancelelled as majority of the class will be going on holiday.haha.
Until tomorrow or within the next few days for my next entry, Au Revoir Everyone!
Missing You Loads Baby!
Enlightened by Mr Balgit and approaching me for needing me in an important function in Rosette, I wonder what it could be. 'Stop saying sorry if you have done nothing wrong'.
Nearing the end of my attachment in Sha Villa, I am really sad to leave it. but looking forward to my attachment in Rosette,just want to make the best out of this attachment.not happy with my team because i hoped to do it with my other 3 musketeers. fifi, paige and nick for which we were the same group in housekeeping and front office. sadly for ting ting and I, even we both couldn't be in the same team. its all right, new experiences with new team members. now i wonder how we will get through with the commanding side of DHM.
Finishing off my resume, now I hope to get into the hotel I have longed for which is Swissotel Merchant Court. Wish me luck because I think I am gonna need alot of it.haha.
Last night at my 5th lesson of Basic Islam was quite interesting,I learned about the 25 prophets and prayed with my ustaz.he asked me to join him and practise the movements. It was quite fun because I felt light during the experience. Maybe next time, in a few years, I can learn the words as well. Now my homework is to list the 25 prophets in order of sequence in arabic names. Seems difficult but I would give it a try. After all, next week's lesson has been cancelelled as majority of the class will be going on holiday.haha.
Until tomorrow or within the next few days for my next entry, Au Revoir Everyone!
Missing You Loads Baby!