I have been so busy lately. So many things to write, so little time I had. I have been left with words dancing at the end of my fingers trying to get through. Let me trying to get through some of them today. More are coming.

On April 5, my big family and I went to my youngest brother’s girl friend’s house to formally propose her to be his wife. The occasion went well, regardless the fact that Mika and Pascal were being their usual curious self. Kids. They are so funny. They did not realise that this is a big moment for their favorite uncle. So they kept on climbing to his lap. When I moved forward to bring the ring, they jumped out from their chairs and kept on asking, “What is that, Mom? What is that?” Mika could easily look at it whereas Pascal kept on jumping. Apart from that, there was no major incident. Thank God.

On April 8, we celebrated Pascal’s 3rd birthday in his pre-school. The 2 - 3 years old children are the cutest creature. They looked at me with their blank look when I sang Peter Pan’s song. Their eyes were like, “What is this woman doing here???”…hehehehe…so cute! Pascal’s birthday party theme was Transformers. His cake got Optimus Prime and Star Scream. It was great. 

On travel note, this coming Thursday and Friday, I will be travelling to Batam to visit the North Belud-ers. The WHP and Platform is in project stage in McDermott and Nippon Steel fabrication yard. I really look forward to see it.

And by end of April towards the beginning of May, I will be travelling Offshore again. Yay!! I really look forward to return to those beautiful production fields and meet the people. I hope they will be gentle with me.

I will write more, I promise!

Before I continue with my usual mundane rambling, let me remind my self the objective to keep on writing in Cubic Room. It is for Mika & Pascal to read and know how their parent’s life in the past. Therefore, let me make it clear in advance that I love you, boys. I love you more than everything else in the world. I will die and bleed for you if I have to. There I said it. Now I can continue.

Due to my ‘divorce’, I decided to shorten my Idul Fitri holiday from 3 weeks to 1 week only. There are so many things that need to be finished or handed over to my sisters. Anyway, being home for a week and be constant mediator for Mika (6 years and 4 months) and Pascal (2 years and 6 months) had really challenged my negotiation skill, patient and ability to make decision.

Mika is cheeky, (a lot) bigger than Pascal and yet has short temper. Pascal is small, very valiant and also has (very) short temper. What a perfect combination. The conversation usually goes like this:

I, Mika & Pascal sit peacefully in front of TV watching Toys Story for the 100th times eating Idul Fitri cookies:

Mika: I want to sit up front (he refers to sitting arrangement in the car).

Pascal: I want to sit up front.

Me (in confusion): But guys, we are not going anywhere. So nobody sit anywhere.

Mika: If we do go somewhere, I want to sit up front.

Pascal: NO. I WANT TO SIT UP FRONT.

Mika: YOU ALWAYS SIT UP FRONT WITH MOM!! I NEVER SIT UP FRONT SO I WANT TO SIT UP FRONT!!

Pascal would then scratch Mika and Mika would try to kick Pascal and the nanny and I got stuck in the middle trying to be barriers for both parties.

Or:

Pascal is holding a Buzz Lightyear. Mika tried to grab it. Pascal holding it back and pinch Mika really hard. Mika cried and tried to hit Pascal. Sometimes when it succeed, Pascal would cry and will try to punch Mika back. It would end up both crying and Pascal would throw up.

*Great*

OK, so the result of a week being referee in ‘domestic violence’ are:

1. One of Mika’s tae kwon do kick hit my nose and it hurt like hell! (I lost my temper on this episode and slap his back *groan*)

2. Two of my fingers swell when I tried to deflect another kick from Mika aimed to Pascal. (I did not do anything on this one as it was too painful even to speak).

3. Sore throat for keep on yelling. The usual sentence are: don’t speak that way! stop saying those kind of things! stop yelling! don’t hit, ok? Calm down! Calm down! CALM DOWN!!

This squabble usually ended with hubby coming to my rescue and calming me down. Fortunately we do have refrigerator and ice cubes.

No, I am not going to write about that Japs horror movie. In term of horror movie, I am a sissy girl to the bones. It’s about my wedding ring. Well, my engagement ring to be precised. When we got married, we still used the same ring we had when we got engaged. We just moved it from left hand to the right hand. And a year after, we moved it back to the left hand because we both had gained weight and it could not fit our right hands anymore. Tee hee.

And on Sunday when we were having one of those tour de mall to buy Idul Fitri stock and were on our way to Plaza Senayan, hubby suddenly came up with the idea to buy a new pair of wedding rings. Huh? What do you mean by that? Are you planning to re-married inspired by my previous posts or what? Hubby explained that it seemed to be a good idea to have new one and kept the old one for future investment. Future investment? Selling our wedding ring so we could finance something like…my son’s university? Selling my wedding ring??? I thought that’s what an insurance for! My mind seemed a bit fuzzy for the moment before I calmed down a bit and see the lighter side of the offer. Hey, a girl won’t turn down an offer of a diamond, yes?

So impulsively, we browsed around the jewel shop eyeing every wedding rings. We giggled endlessly when one of the young storekeeper asked us about the date. I wonder whether we look like a couple who will get married for the first time or the second time or the third time. Did we look like divorcee or widow? The young man seemed puzzled when we explained that we have gotten married more than 8 years a go and just like to buy a pair of new rings. That’s all. But it was fun process and brought back a lot of wonderful memory when hubby and I browsed around the mall 10 years a go looking for engagement ring.

Our engagement/wedding ring is of 22K gold. From the outside, it’s the classic perfect circle. But what people can’t see is, there are little diamond embedded inside. Not in the outside. That’s the meaning of that ring. Love is for you to feel in the inside. Lets keep the diamond inside. Close to your skin, your vein and your heart. Others don’t have to see. That’s what love is. You don’t have to show it, but you have to be able to feel it. It’s private for you and your partner. It’s not for public consumption. It’s for you and only you.

However, our new ring who made me fell in love right away now have diamond in the outside. I think a girl in my age will always be in narsistic mood. It’s of white gold and it has a perfect medium size diamond in the middle. When I put it in my right ring finger I almost could not take my eyes of it for it glew shimmering under the light like a fairy’s dust. I felt like Frodo. Mesmerized by a ring. I told hubby firmly that this is what I want. After the 6 shops we went, this is what I want. I don’t want any other ring. Hubby agreed and the deal was made. The shopkeeper was very nice and promised that it will be ready by end of this month. Perfect timing.

And another surprise apparently is waiting, I got an early birthday gift of a pair of diamond earings too. Solitaires. Yay! Thanks hubby, I love you…what a perfect day.

P.S the only thing hubby said was that to make sure not to take it out and leave it anywhere otherwise I would loose it. He is fully aware how forgetful I am. Hehehe…