An obvious enough statement judging by my blog - but I think more than a few still find it a little hard to believe. Always been a little bit of an eccentric - hear tell my doting Pa dropped me as a kid which accounts for it. So when my Charming Calvin drops a literal bombshell on me, you can hardly expect me to have a normal reaction.
Calvin : I have got something to say.
Paul : Speak!
Calvin : What would you say if I got a six-month transfer?
Paul : To where?
Calvin : To Beijing?
Paul : OMG When do we leave?
He was taken aback to say the least. Surely Calvin didn't expect me to display the typical screaming histrionics followed by hair-extension-tearing diva-esque rants favoured by most drama queens. Would he really have enjoyed the embarassing spectacle of me sobbing hysterically while desperately clinging on to his tattered pantleg to make sure he doesn't leave?
Good night, good night!
Parting is such sweet sorrow!
How could I exhaust myself with all that needless drama when all I could think of was the Forbidden Palace, Peking Duck and hot, stern-faced Chinese PLA soldiers ( hopefully uncanny doppelgangers of a certain Huang Xiaoming )? Not to mention the things I could buy there. Think dainty porcelain dolls, kitschy Chairman Mao clocks and traditional wooden couplets! :)
And that's only on the first day.
My poor Calvin. Yes, I'm an eccentric. It's not that I don't comprehend the shocking enormity of the sudden transfer - niggling doubts and worries over the untenable situation already doubtlessly revolving repeatedly around Calvin's stressed out brain. What about his current job here? His leased apartment? His terribly expensive interior decor item - aka the precious MyVi? What about his faraway family and his friends here? What about our budding relationship?
Me, I find it easy enough to solve, given the chance. The job and apartment will always be here - and in desperation ( and financial straits! ) he could always break the lease and bunk with me for a while. Not sure what to do with his pampered car but I figure there's a certain stranded auntie out there who wouldn't mind having the vehicle on loan at least for a while.
What about our relationship? From what I hear, the six month transfer sounds like an excellent step on his climb up the career ladder and I certainly wouldn't want to stand in his way. Would miss him terribly but it's only six months fergodssakes! Although I don't entirely believe in the longevity of long-distance-romances ( far too tempting to stray after all :P ), I doubt a six month break would seriously endanger our relationship. And from what I mentioned above, you can be sure I'll be spending more than a handful of weekends shopping in Wangfujing 王府井大街 if he ever gets seconded there.
Guess I'll be spending the next few days checking out cheap flights to Beijing :)
On a lighter note, take a look at my daemon :P