Things that doesn’t kill you…

makes you stronger. Is that true? I have been telling myself this again and again from the first work day. I keep reminding myself to keep trying.

I feel like a fish out of water. I cried after my first and fourth day work. When I have the weekend coming I feel like I am back thrown to a comfort zone.

Tomorrow morning when I open my eyes I will tell myself the same thing again. It maybe helpful it maybe not. Let me just try for another week.

Spouse visa interview

Yoppo and I had an interview with an immigration officer last Friday. The interview was for my spouse visa, whether it approves or not has to depends solely and finally on this officer’s decision.

Yoppo was quite nervous before the interview. I was okay because I know that the evidence that we provided to them is more than enough. When Yoppo and I were seperated, we wrote each other mail in every single day. We never missed a day. On top of other evidences, I also printed out the summary view of all the mails we wrote in these years and submitted them as a very strong evidence. With all the evidences, I strongly believe that the officer will believe that Yoppo and I are having a genuine relationship. And that was why I was calm.

Throughout the interview, she asked us many questions like how we met, what’s our common interest, what’s our siblings names, what our parents think about our R.O.M and questions that you can answer straightaway from your heart. I do think that she believed in our relationship.

The last question she threw to us was “How do I believe that you two are having a genuine marriage?”. I was pretty shocked. Looks like she believed that both of us having a genuine relationship but she needs more justifications on a genuine marriage.

Yoppo answered to the question, nice and clear. He said that we have been through a lot. We have been determined. And he mentioned about the decision that I made to come over here and leaving far far away from my parents and home. At the next second, my tears streamed down, and it is definitely out of my control.

I wasn’t asking for sympathy from the immigration officer. I cried because I missed my home heaps, in particular, my parents. I cried because Yoppo and I had gone through a lot that no others can imagine. I cried because I was also a little dissapointed that she doubted. It is genuine!

At the end of interview, she passed me my passport back, with the visa granted. She looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. I know she believe in us this time.

Kepo?

Case 1: 

The other day I was in Indooroopilly library and I overheard that the couples using the next pc was discussing about air fares from Air Asia. Obviously Air Asia and similiar names like that is very sensitive to me because I come from that place. I never meant to eavesdrop, really.

I have something that I can share so I turned to them and told them that there is a new airline in Malaysia called Fireflyz. I did not know what they might think about me but I was just hoping them to get cheaper airfares. 

Case 2:

Today I took train to Toowong. There were two korean guys sitting diagonally from me. They were eating and drinking in the train. I read Mx (a free giving-away newspapers) almost everyday and always, there are peoples complaining about other blokes that do not know how to read the “Eating is Prohibited” sign.

I was pondering for minutes. I was not sure if I should let them know about that. I then decided to wave to them and showed some sign languages.  They were looking back at me like I am an alien or something but they did keep their food. The reason why I do that was because I do not want them to get caught, get scolded by other people in the newspapers or maybe worst, get penalized by Queensland Rail.

Sometimes I wonder if peoples might think that I am over-kepo? Should I just mind my own business? I was really trying to help. I hope they don’t mind.

Good veins

A few registered nurses told me that I am having good veins. I highly doubt so. If I am having good veins, why are they taking so many trials to poke the needle in and out, in and out from my skin? I am brave enough to see the needles going in and out, but not till the extent seeing that happens many times.

I went to do my third time of plasma donations last Friday. First nurse spent few minutes attempted to find the veins on my left. She told me that she needs someone better to do for me. Fine. So there comes second nurse, found the veins and poke the needle into my left arm. Nope, it doesn’t happened.

A senior registered nurse approached then and she requested to try on my right arm. First time she poked it is obvious that it was to no avail. I cant see blood flowing in the tubes. When you feel least expected, something could actually happened. She poked again, this time is under my skin! Wah…is she an expert, who can see the veins under the skin or is she trying her luck? Hmmmm?

I understand that finding veins ain’t easy. The highest record a nurse poked needle in and out to my arm was three I think. That record was easily done by a Malay nurse.

Now I wonder why they say I have good veins?

Dream guy

Carrie has always been talking about her dream guy. This guy must be somehow a korean-taiwanese, cute, loves her more than everyone and all the good traits in the world this guy will possess. When I was young I used to have a sketch of dream guy in my mind too and when I grew older, the traits of the dream guy changed. I am an ordinary and I never dream big or high in this.

Yesterday when I was cooking Carrie talks about her ex-boyfriend, love, and stuffs like that. She actually did not know when did I fall for her brother, Benson Heng (Yoppo). We talked about it and halfway through, I reliased that having yoppo in my life has been a dream came true. A decent, smart, loving and responsible ones. He is the one I dreamt for.

It has been a month now after our engagement. I just want to write and express my appreciations to the dream guy,

“Babe thank you. You are one of my dreams came true. I love you.”

So near yet so far

It has been months i stayed without internet connection installed at current house. So the places that can get me online are merely QUT’s computer lab, Peng Peng’s house and Indooroopilly’s library. 

Yoppo is having his special day off (SDO) today. We are both sitting in the library now, but accessing Internet with different computers. There are a few computers blocking my views so I can’t see him. I can hear him coughing and clearing his throat though. We are communicating/chatting via IM tool.   

Guess most of the peoples tried that before. While having someone so near to you and communicating via some IM tools. Kinda fun aey?