Friday, November 28, 2008

The one that loves you more

Dont Scared dont scared! Haha.

After realizing it wasn't a "clock!" Saw that emotionless smile to a real one. Look at you! Smiles. Hope you love everything.

Thanks love, vintage gold watch's mine. Winks.

So it's been a year. Goodness how time really files. Well, it has been a marvellous one with my love. The times we share and the troubles we go through. Not all can understand. The special moments, there is really too much to word but just thinking about the times together, non stop and even if we do not meet we are so much in contact. Almost everything reminds me of her.
Thanks love and may we strive to be better as I know there is so much more to think of in our very young but growing relationship!
Couple of dates for this special day and because there is too much to do in just a day we had a couple of days to celebrate it. Since there might be too much to blog, words will express it in this case.
Locations: Novena(lunch), Marina(Flyer), East Coast(cycling), TRCC/school(Refelctions 08' "MUSE" Dance performance.)
All with Extra love, with love. Heh.




How and when did I ge the tickets for the surprise? Heh. Shh...


Not forgetting the hand made tissue pouch, a small and nice gift.


The effort for all mini hearts you made, the wooden pieces and all, appreciated.

When the crowd seem so unfirmiliar, you came and made it our own into this comfort zone. My directions seem to be a blur, you held my hand through and even if we ended up a little lost, we realize we werent because I had you in my arms. At the crossroads, it will not be a decision of one but 2.

It doesnt have to be a ring, a necklace nor a poem - it just does need you and I.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Sun's the constrast

It's the 1st time cycling with baby on the 5th of Nov part of our one year celebration. Super funny moments and we actually cycled for almost 4hrs str. East Coast to part of Changi and back to the end near Fort Road. Fulfilling day it was. Smiles.




She could cycle pretty well too, bluff me that she is bad at it. Heh. Shall blade the next time so I could hold her throughout and keep her in my arms once in awhile. But when that time comes I guess she will be keeping me from falling as of now I still lack the knowledge on blading, argh. Thanks anyways, love for creating every moment to be a lesson learnt positively and for us to experience different moments together to eventually learn if we can cope with our differences. Tight hugs and you know the kiss will be given even if you do not ask for it.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Love could be the letters of her name.

Not a surprise, not a long time coming, not stopping.
Finally the month to the word Year.
Happy one, my love.
Every step was cherish, it will be out of line to say I cherish our misunderstandings but it taught me more about myself and you have made me stronger.
In the stages of making myself the best for you and also the better me for everything, you will still be my motivation.
Thank you for being that cheeky girl coming cross my path to stop me and make me think and realize you were right infront of me.
Thank you for all the time, effort and most importantly love.
Thanks for your care and thoughts, your not being selfish to sharing, for me to be part of you.
You know I love you more.
Smiles and tight hugs.


"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.