The Fabio and Inga Factor

Fabio and Inga

One could never expect what an enormous support a boss and his wife could pour onto the union of two loving souls.

But then again, I am not a mere employee. And Fabio is not a mere boss.

Though still, the overwhelming support from both Fabio and Inga did help me considerably in going through the waiting period before Vincent arrived here and after.

The newly-wedded couple was going through a sort-of similar up-and-downs like ours. And during those hard times when Vincent and I were still away from each other, they were always there to listen and to bear with me whenever I needed.

One day before Vincent landed here, they got me (or us) a HUGE flower bouquet and a box of chocolate to celebrate my being together with him. And of course hugs and kisses and the freedom to escape their moving day to Sanur (YES!).

And then through Vincent's first week here - which was not as relaxing as expected due to our own moving to the new apartment closer to my work - things had been very hectic both at work (because of the construction work) and at home (because of Vincent's culture shock and worries for his job security here).

Fabio and Inga seemed to be aware of that and they might be able to feel my being tensed at work.

So one day Fabio called me from Jakarta and told me that he got us a Christmas present. A 2-night stay at the 2-bedroom suite of the luxurious Swiss Belhotel Bay View Resort in Nusa Dua! He just asked us to promise that we would use the chance to enjoy our time and be relaxed.

We could never be thankful enough for that. It did make us way more relaxed afterwards, and so tension was successfully reduced.

Our first lunch meeting was last Saturday and it was going very well! Vincent liked Fabio and vice versa! And allow me to say, these two men in discussion are normally very picky in choosing their friends! Plus one is French and the other Italian. Not sure what I meant with it, but I think both have extreme characteristics in a way. But it was really good to know that each got a good impression of the other.

Monday Fabio referred Vincent to his friend Roberto who owns a website design company (and three other companies if I am not mistaken). Vincent followed it up quickly and yesterday he went for an interview with Roberto, and guess what... He got the managerial position at one of his companies called Barefoot Multimedia!!! Only upon his 1.5 weeks after his arrival in this country.

That was amazing.

Vincent is very happy, and so am I, and so are Fabio and Inga.

This morning Vincent went to work for the first time to be introduced to his colleagues and the other programmers. And afterwards he called me ecstatically and exclaimed: "BABY, I LOVE MY JOB!!!"

So everything turned out well eventually. And we are now just looking forward to a better future here. No more confusion and life insecurity, at least hopefully not in the short future. And I know Vincent will do his best to work things out. It is now all up to him with his job. But we both realise, if Fabio did not name-drop him to Roberto, chances of working at this specific company could be minimum to nil.

So thanks, Dear Leader!

I'M SORRY BIBOU!!!!

ARRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sucked!

Vince wanted to chat with me before he left, so I told my sister I couldn't accompany her to find a place for her. I rushed home as soon as I could after work, and I installed the new IM2, portable internet, I just applied yesterday.

I couldn't find my baby online.

So I called him and asked if he would be online for a little chat. He said that he was busy packing. I told him to sms me when he was done.

But then being alone at home - hardly feeling like home - lying down on my bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn't take my mind off of him. How we would be together in just less than 48 hours. So I thought I could do some body treatments as a treat for both Vincent and I when we will meet again. ;)

It was just at the massage parlour when Vincent called me to get online. Receiving calls in massage parlour is actually forbidden since it can disturb the "harmony" of the other guests. But I had to take it with my full-of-body-scrub hand. It was from my bibou. I tried to be polite by whispering though. But that resulted to Vincent not understanding what I said. And by the sound of it, I think he was doubting that I was having a massage at that hour (it was just 8 eve).

I went home as soon as I could and called him to chat. But he said that he was in a rush to catch a train.

There.... I missed the only chat possibility before my love came here. And he even requested for this chat! He might feel bad or he might be even mad at me. I smsed him and said sorry, but he didn't reply.

DOH. I was just so stupid. Why couldn't I just have the body treatment tomorrow instead?!

I don't like having him upset with me just before he flies here to hug me again. :(

I SUCKED! I don't know if I can sleep tonight....

Week end in Paris!! THE LAST ONE!!!

GOD i hate Paris.....

I sweared to myself that i would never go there again lol.... but i had to, for Visa matters...

I left Strasbourg at 5Am Friday to get to the ambassy at 9h30... i did reach Paris at 9h... i was like, perfectly in time... but i forgot one point.... PARIS SUCKS.... Took me 2 hours to get to the ambassy in paris.... it's like 10 Kms.... Crazy...

Anyway, i applied for my Visa, and everything turned well... Except for the 2h30 drivin to my sister's afterwards... (30 km)

if i had to describe Paris for foreigners, i would just say it's a huge Traffic jam filled with angry megalos people.... ENJOY!!!

But even Paris cannot make me angry this time... I'm too excited and looking forward to saturday...

I hate Paris, But i love you Bibou, I'M COMING!!!!

One-digit days to go

Nine more days and that's it. No more gmail, skype, msn, or yahoo chatting. No more expensive phone calls or smses. No more having misunderstanding over something we have typed without harmful meaning. No more missing each other again that it hurts both of us. None of them in exactly nine days after.

Time flies and yet I hope it keeps flying.

Vincent said he wouldn't be online today as he would be on the way to Paris to apply for his social-cultural visa. My letter of invite FINALLY amazingly arrived exactly a month after I sent it, instead of the two-week delivery they promised me, thanks to the "credible" Indonesian post office service. But anyway, it is there, and Vincent is on his way to step forward into a new life with me.

I'll miss him during his weekend stay in Paris, but we'll be in touch on the phone.

Je t'aime, mon amour.

So close.....

Almost over....

It's been three months... but geez it seemed like a century... and in eleven days I'll finally be able to hug my love.
I'm not the kind of person used to make promises, but i can make this one.... for the moment i'll hold her in my arms, I'll never let her be so far from me ever again....
It's the begining of a new life... the life I dream about every night... the life with my baby....

Only 11 days can't wait... and even if the perspective of a new start is kinda scary, The scare is totally erased by the excitment of living this with the girl of my life...

We gonna make it... we said it... we're doing it... :)

11 Days to a Lifetime Happiness

It's been a crazy life without my poutchy. There are so many times I have spent wondering why I would want to be apart from him last summer. But there are also times when I am brought into the sense that it was how it should happen. My worries at the time were not baseless. But God help me.... it's just so damn hard to cope it on my own, knowing that a big chunk of my heart is over 10,000 kilometres away!

But I believe in us. We are both strong people and we'll do everything to make it happen. And it will happen. In 11 days from now.

Only 11 days, and we'll be in each other's arms.

I can hardly wait, but I'll wait.