I guess we've all been planning what we want for christmas. As in the prezzies and all and already in discussion of how we're gonna celebrate it together as a family. Recently before Alv left for the Brunei trip, we had a discussion on this as well. About what he wanted for christmas and he asked me what i wanted for christmas. He wanted something that i already kinda expected, but what i wanted, i wasnt sure. It was like i would say i want a bag today, but tomorrow it would be something else. And what i want for christmas is constantly changing all the time. From a new ipod, to shoes, to ipad, to earphones etc... But then today i finally realised. That all i want for Christmas is actually simply Alv. To spend time with him and really spend time i mean. Time. Thats all i want. I guess the factor of time have never been so precious until OCS came by. And i start to understand that no matter what he buys or pampers me with, the only thing that genuinely makes me happy is to spend time with him. Obviously every girl would get excited when it comes to shopping and all, but i hope to be able to spend more time with him.
Tomorrow marks the start of a 5 day outfield training that Alv will undergo and he will not be contactable. And then it will be a 2 day back at his base camp, and then after which is his 9 day JCC and he will be back to Singapore afterthat.. Sounds fast, but in fact it isnt that fast. I shall trust that time will fly.
Anyway, kinda manage to get what i want and had in mind. Bought 2 dresses from New look. But apparently failed to find a pair of flats or pumps that i liked and wanted to get. Still in search of the perfect shoe. Oh and i got the papers for writing Christmas card to my dear loved one as well. Its gonna be exciting i believe. Kinda broke but will figure a way somehow to get the christmas presents for my loved ones.
Gotta to prepare for the school mode again (although im so not in the mood to do so but oh wells).
Baby during the the of his BMT days
i miss you.
Love,
Van
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