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.

2 comments:

Sin Yee said...

Yeah, first time cycling with you and it was nice.
Soon will be blading and ice skating aye. Anyway you cycle very good and I'm lousy at it.
We create 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.yeah. we will work together to cross all obstacles!
love you, my love.

Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Heh. Quoted me aye. Good stuff right? Anyways yes, shall focus more on the present foresee and plan alittle for the further but will not jump into worrying about the next stages alright? Haha. Hug hug and hug to, lover.


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