blessed :)

As soon as we changed our relationship status and posted a photo of the ring on Facebook on Saturday morning, the amount of responses that came in were simply overwhelming. Feel so blessed to have people who are genuinely happy for us. 

And of course, besides asking when will the wedding be (tbc), the other most common question was “how did he propose?”. Here’s the story…

David left work early on Friday to pick up the flowers and groceries. He got help from Aaron (thanks Ahlong!) and left all the stuff at his place so that I wouldn’t see anything if I went over to David’s place. David texted me saying he’d left work early around 4.15pm, but I had been running some errands, so he said he’d tram back. But then it started raining and I texted him saying I’d pick him up. I can imagine his panic and he quickly replied that he was already tramming home. Hahah. Good save. After having dinner at his place, David sent me home and headed off to Aaron’s to pick the stuff up.

Saturday morning, we had planned to go for brunch together and he was supposed to pick me up at 10am. He texted me to say he was running late at about 10.15am. When he arrived at my place, he parked at the lot just outside my window and called me to look outside (he said “like a Romeo and Juliet moment ah?”, hahaha).  Then I went downstairs to meet him and he brought me to see the boot of my car filled with rose petals and two beautiful red rose bouquets. He also included a handwritten card held by Mr.Bear (the bear I gave him), tiramisu and a thermal pot holding our brunch. And there it was, a maroon box containing the most beautiful ring. And then he took the box and opened it, but before he could say anything I said, “REALLY?!?”, to which he replied, “No ah???”, and that conversation went on for sort of 2 or 3 times. Then he got down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?” and of course I said “Yes!”

Now I had already suspected he’d propose on the day (will let you know why soon) but I didn’t know when or how, and when it really happened, it still took me by surprise. I didn’t cry initially due to shock (hahah) but when it sunk in and after I read his card, I teared quite a bit. 

We headed to St. Kilda to have our brunch that he had prepared early that morning, and the weather was just beautiful although the forecast had predicted rain. God has really blessed us on the day. And that is how it happened.

The first few people we told were our families and closest friends, and I was glad we had planned to meet my family that night for my brother’s birthday (Happy Birthday, KorKor!!). Ahlong and Nickyboy came down to St. Kilda later that afternoon to celebrate with us :)

What I really appreciate was that the flowers were the same as the first flowers he had ever given to me, red roses. And he knows that I love the letter he wrote for me around the time we had first gotten together, so he made sure there was a handwritten card. And there was also the tiramisu, which is my favourite dessert and it was the same as the one he bought for me when we celebrated my first birthday together as a couple.

Now the reason why I had suspected the day was because the previous Saturday, we were having brunch with some friends to celebrate Welldy’s birthday. After brunch, David asked me in the car if I wanted to have brunch the next Saturday, which was unusual because we don’t usually suggest to have brunch one week prior. After he said it, he thought to himself, “Shouldn’t have said that”. Haahaha. 

Nevertheless, it was a beautiful day. And I’m glad he chose the ring that he chose, because it is more stunning than any ring I ever wanted or described to him. 

So now, I have to get used to referring to David as my fiancé. Thank You, God for creating such an amazing partner for me! We are officially planning a wedding! :D

That’s all!

Toodleloos!

This week of clinical dietetics lectures have been very interesting. I guess it sheds light on the struggles dietitians face. We’ve been taught to do all these thorough assessments in theory but in the actual clinical setting, sometimes giving them all the nutrition advice with good intentions may not be what they need. If only dietitians were given more time to really dig deeper and see the underlying factors to a person’s viewpoint about food.

The title quote above is an Indian saying that I heard from one of Ravi Zacharias’s podcasts, and I guess it’s sort of related in a sense that the conventional way of collecting someone’s diet history and coming up with a meal plan can really be quite useless when a person is not motivated or ready to change. There’s so much more to a patient, he/she is not just an individual, he/she is an individual with a family, of a particular lifestyle, with a history, etc… There is so much need for dietitians to see a bigger picture.

Another thing that struck me this week in class was when a dietitian commented that she was relieved to see a packet of chocolates in the middle of our table. Some dietitians get so caught up with eating healthy and munching on vegetable sticks only, etc. But most people aren’t like that, and it’s fine for a dietitian to not eat salads for lunch all the time. We’re humans, too. We have foods that we like that aren’t necessarily considered “healthy”. The difference is that we should know not to overeat. 

So the next time you think dietitians always eat healthy, think again. We’re normal people :)

That’s all I’ve to say.

Toodleloos!

Having yum cha with my family in the day and hot pot with my cell and Dim Sumers at night whilst watching an old favourite, White Chicks was a really refreshing break amidst the stress of assignment deadlines and exam preparations. 

Reminds me of how blessed I am and it’s really one of those moments where I feel we can rejoice in ‘suffering’. The suffering of uni life. haha.

Thank God for the blessing of good company :)
Hope everyone remembers to study well and rest when you know your body’s telling you to.

Toodleloos!

Thank God I’ve for really nice friends from Uni. Makes the whole struggle of getting through the semester that bit more bearable.

Exam in 6 days. CHIONG AH!!!

The past 2 days spent in lectures at Peter Mac was quite an eye opener and somewhat confronting. It really made me think about whether I would ever dare to work in oncology, just because I get quite emotionally involved when it comes to people, even more so in such a field where the prognosis can be so unpredictable. It’s really interesting, but at the same time it can be quite depressing.

About 1 in 3 people in Australia will get diagnosed with some form of cancer by the age of 75, and about half by the age of 85. That’s really scary. When the presenter told us to look around the room, and imagine in about the next 20 years or so, the people around you may be affected by the disease.

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