Me first.

专献于淑惠：

So you meet a girl (or a guy if you’re a girl or if you happen to be gay). So she’s funny. So she speaks Chinese and English, well. So she is intellectually stimulating. So she’s really really hot! So she has similar experiences and viewpoints as you. So she just about fits your list of a perfect woman! WTF do you do?

You’re about to leave, for a better opportunity and a better world. What do you do? Your destination is half way across the globe, with a time difference of 12 hours. Not too big a difference? Nope, not if you don’t consider the fact that there are only 24 hours in a day.
Basics such as talking, seeing face to face, touching (mind you, with respect!), listening and feeling are not to be taken for granted anymore. The value of such simple gestures of communication will be magnified ten folds, for you only learn to appreciate after you have lost what you have lost, no?

They say the essence of a relationship lies in sharing every detail of your life, but where do you start from when you can only call like once a week and see her through the lens of your webcam? What less is to be expected when you talk once a week, but a smile on the face; regardless of whether gastric or cramps have been your mate weeklong, or work stress and continuous harassment from idiotic friends have been the only topic in mind? How do you express that one week’s worth of sadness and worries in a half-hour conversation, at best? For logistics, how do you possibly clear a week’s worth of backlogged shipments when the customs are only open half an hour a week?

Then again, when her car breaks down, when her dog has run away, when she just needs a hearing ear or a crying shoulder, what do she? Call and wake you up as it’s three in the morning? Or snap a picture of herself crying by the roadside and send it to you, in hope you’ll understand? The excitement of the Golden Goal can only be felt if you’re right there in the stadium. The eclectic crowd, the soaring headlamps and the jubilant fans – PRICELESS yet indescribable. Been there, done that, they say; but what when you ain’t there?

What when you just dig older chicks, who’ve been through a lot and dun fret over ciku issues? You’re going through the third phase of life – college, she’s fighting to build her career. When you enter the same phase as her, a minimum of three years later, you are all coiled to launch your career, so you’re on par with her, no? No, cause she’ll be looking at marriage then. Now, you can’t possibly buy a house, a vehicle (land or air, hmm, dwell there later), go on honeymoon and build a family on credit debts now, can you?

Best of all, what if she finds a better man here? (Not that you think that there’s another man better than you, but it’s her perception that matters, not yours, no? She wait for an unpolished star in the sky, or she take the gleaming diamond there on the floor?

What was the question again? Oh. WTF do you do?

You put her name on a list. Schindler had his list, the dean has a list, so you can also keep a list. It’s a list that will not be active for many years, but when the moment comes, and if she ain’t taken yet (not because she ain’t good, but cause the other men are blind, much to your delight!), you DO something about it. But for the moment, spoil not what you have high hopes for. For if Murphy is right, if something should happen, it will. After all, an unfulfilled promise is much more promising than a broken one, no?

BTW, I LOVE YOU.
AMA!