Another year is passing over to yet another one that strikes a digit higher in the numerical counter. My schedules on years' worth of calendars have gone tired from following up and these novelties have lost their purposes. A faith, a shot of hope, a chance to love, can only quaver to its boundary. After that, they are no longer eligible for their own terms. This year, exudes so much craziness, so much accomplished and unaccomplished imaginable. Dawn still widens every morning and dusk still deepens just to await another crack of day. My aspirations and ambitions fell into a blank page of ambiguity but that has not thus faltered the optimism, albeit painful and painfully built. Endurance was strained to endure, patience was lost to patient and love was lost to love.

I miss youth already.

Here's wishing everybody a tolerable 2009.

Everyday is a new one that spells growing contentment. With the basking loving of family, my one love Hanwei, friends and the ones to come, life already is ironing out, morsel by morsel, bit by bit.

Christmas 2008 has been remarkably beautiful, extended with gratitude towards my family, the Gohs and families, friends with warmest greetings, and certainly not leaving out, the man of my life Neo Hanwei.




















I am geniunely, generally, happy.

The shape of his name groups the murky yet musk bittersweets. Here, it is not often that silence is outlined with solace, yet this moment stands to a still with a quivering solitude. Not uncommon it is, that my defence mechanism fractures minutely by every chance before the walls that call themselves barriers break down to a compelling state of faith, or holding on to. There is a spark fluttering underneath my heart but it must not blend into the organ. The more his name reverberates with comfort near the organ of emotions, the more the increment of my inclinations towards this man.

Waiting plays as a gaming test of every possible and impossible unutterable word there is to be gilded in the heart. This term of many certainties and uncertainties will tell much and it is with will, faithfulness and trust, that my commitment is in this very patient wait.

To not wait, is no longer an option, because this love has already been entrusted to this man.

H5 is going carolling this year for Christmas! Indeed, nothing is better than carolling and unwrapping surprises with endeared ones.

I miss H5, a terrible lot. You would too, if you knew these people.

Bobby and Deliah building the Christmas tree
T-E-A-S-I-N-G
First comes flirting
Second comes dirty talking
Third comes harpiness and chomping (Only Hanwei will get this.)

Bobby and Deliah under the Christmas tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love
Second comes Perth
Third comes a 5 carat
Fourth comes a baby carriage

Bobby and Deliah
After many Christmas trees
G-R-E-Y-I-N-G
First still comes love
Second comes aging
Third comes our babies' babies
Fourth....

This jingle will never end.

Till our smiles draw lines at edges of our features, till the horizons finally set its darkness upon our breaths, my fidelity and its loving infinities, they are yours.

As my luggage awaits its next trudge into a foreign land which reads temporary utopia, the ones left behind in this cosy nation will still constantly remain in my thoughts and prayers. There is an airplane of emotional baggage and nicotine habits to be left behind, for good.







Thank you, friends, who have constantly looked out for me and looked after me.

Thank you Mummy and Daddy, for redeeming my stressful circumstances and being together as one although it has never been easy.

Thank you Hanwei, for being there endlessly for me and for loving me to this day.