I could write. Oh yes I could. I could write up rainbows. I could write about infinity. I could write about magic and love. I could illustrate the light that shimmers within your eyes when they are in mine. I could go every extent.

But I won't, until you need them. And until you need them, I am retired.

I was waiting for your call after my little surprise to your place, with the little presents I bought you. The pink mp3 player you got me served its full purpose as I journeyed home in the 21 we always take. The sad songs played on. I try steering away from pessimism. You don't deserve the harbouring of bad thoughts.

So I shuffle through the tracks in the list and found many that sang of love. I stopped tracking on.

It is so hard to stay negative, when all you're doing now is to stay.

How can my knees not go weak, when your lips are burning so close.

Finally, tanned! Just like the rest, my back is darker than the front. To Sentosa it was and the sun was all set to have us baked.

I think there was sea water up our nostrils.
With a splash, by me.
Kae was marinating Vonn.

Unnoticed, Vonn caught me marching to Nique.

I do. (:





On the tram which Nique kept pronouncing as "ram".

The girl is pouting.
Her new-found genre of photography.



My favourite piece of the latter.

I love you Baye.

Pink is totally not my colour but this is exception. This is love and Baby's got me a 2GB in rosy pink, as a belated birthday gift. I'm intending to name it. Suggestions?

Pictoria fiesta!

Hot, isn't she? (: Hot, and mine. My birthday celebration with Baby, H5, Julian, Che and Evan. My camera's currently at Phoebe's, so these are all I have right now.


She drank some blueberry ice-blended pulp and was fascinated by the blue effect the drink has on her tongue and teeth.
We had soya bean milk, you tiao and char mee with curry chap chai in the morning. Food was superb. Ask her and she'll agree.

Before we decided to crash Vonn's to mahjong.
And yeah, she was shoving this postcard at me the whole time (and even on my birthday).

You are the strength, that keeps me walking. You are the hope, that keeps me trusting. You are the light to my soul. You are my purpose, you're everything. And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?