Stop and stare. Hard.

I've decided to stop Googling for wedding bands, just like a friend has stopped researching on her wedding gowns because "they are all starting to look the same". I think it's starting to catch on with me, even though I have no idea when I'm going to buy them. Suppose that gives me more time to do research instead of rushing into it within the next year or so. I finally see the pros of balloting late for a house - at least the pressure to get hitched isn't as great since you can't really see the imminent deadline just as yet. Research is good, but too much can be nauseating.

Anyway, we've finally paid our downpayment and signed the Lease of Agreement for our little nest yesterday. It is always comical to deal with our own CSOs - the expression on their faces when they key in our reference number into the system and our particulars pop up is priceless. Anyway, despite needing to fork out every single cent on our own, I'm glad we did so and were able to do so without taking personal loans from our parents nor breaking the bank just to buy our home. Our careful calculations also ensured that we would never need to pay a single cent in cash for our monthly instalments in the future.

Downpayment - checked

Life, accident, critical illness, hospitalisation insurance - checked

Commencement - checked

Joint account - checked

Now it's just a matter of saving and paving a smooth-sailing road to our big day. :) I don't give a damn about people who talk about my longer-than-usual engagement period, because these people probably don't have the luxury of time, or maybe because their marriage cert is a MUST and not a WANT. You get the idea. The latest Cosmo had an article on long engagements, which I could somehow relate to. I don't need the pitying glances nor the condescending remarks - those with their rings on their fingers and noses in the air should realise that they are the ones with a larger margin of error. So stop asking already. When we've decided, I'll bless you with a envelop with my red bomb and an angbao to deposit your arrogance in.