Other people call their beloved ‘dear’, ‘darling’, or other mushy terms. We call each other ‘mode’. There isn’t any real meaning to it, even the story behind the creation of this term is too lame to be worthy of mention. But just know that we call each other ‘mode’ coz you’ll see a lot of it in this post.
You know, I never have problems with writing beauty product reviews or makeup tutorials. I could go on and on and on, and more often than not, have to edit/shorten it for easier reading. It’s only when it comes to sharing about my life that I often hit a wall. Why would people be interested to read about my life?! O.O
This time though, I am so glad that I have the Bun Bun Makeup Tips blog platform and all my beloved readers to share this blissful piece of news with.
First of all, a very Merry Christmas to you.
And then,
CONGRATULATIONS TO ME!!!
BAHAHAHAHA!!!
Can you believe it? The Bun got proposed to! *breaks into a happy dance
Omg, how do I start with the story? I’ve been sitting here for ages with memories of that night whooshing in and zipping out of my mind, while I smile dreamily at nothing, looking out of the window facing the orange sun sinking down on the horizon completely blocked by HDB flats. Hahaha, realistically bland end to sentence.
Okie. Ahem.
*feeling very excited by myself and keep having to backspace coz of typing errors*
This is our story.
We’ve been together for more than 10 years, since secondary school. *GASPS!*. I know right. Too long. So ancient until we can’t remember having an anniversary so every year passed just like any other.
Any woman who has been with a person she’s given her youth to for more than 10% of a century will want that person to marry her. Provided they love each other, of course. But The Boyfriend had been procrastinating for the loooooooongest time ever! In fact, we’d quarelled over this countless times before. Hints were no longer sufficient, instead I made it explicitly known I WANTED HIM TO MARRY ME. Pathetic. =(
I guess a lot of it had to be attributed to the fact that in recent years I’ve been receiving plenty of wedding invites and seeing couples who got hitched after only getting together for a short few years really got my blood boiling and heart aching.
Why did I have to wait for so long? How long more? Does he really love me at all?? 
Unfortunately, or probably fortunately, The Boyfriend and I once again quarelled the day before – 23 December 2012. Wait, do I still call him The Boyfriend, or The Fiance? A person is considered to be engaged once a ring is put on the girl, right?
*cue Beyonce’s Single Ladies: “If you like it then you should have put a ring on it…”*
Trivia!: Did you know fiance (male) and fiancee (female) are both prounounced the same way? Sources offer different pronounciations, like fee-YAWN-say and ee-ahn-SAY, but whichever intonation you choose, use it for both fiance and fiancee. In French, adding an “e” changes the gender of the word, but in this case does not affect the pronunciation.
It wasn’t his intention to have us quarrel the day before, but it definitely helped in putting me on a total emotional rollercoaster ride. Going from a low to a high made the experience significantly more memorable.
Woohoo!!!
