Car ride

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Was given car rides by two of my youngest cousins who are all grown up now! And pretty soon they will be leaving to Melby soon where all my other cousins are.. Almost half of them are over there! :( :( Mannnnn.. Miss you all so much! So far away.... *sobs*



Chinese New Year celebration is drawing nearrr.. I hear sounds of melody from the gongs and cymbals airing in the shopping complexes.. smell of 'bak gua' floating in the air... lotsa colourful candies displayed along walkways for sell... and also loadsssssss of people trying out new clothes in whichever fitting rooms you can find!~

Why I still do not feel the mood nehx? Hmmm... Maybe partly because our family will not be celebrating Chinese New Year... Weird to have Chinese New Year without you around...

Especially when it was always the Lion Dance

at your home that kept me all excited every year on the eve of Chinese New Year... :(

Missing the old times when we were all young and playful... gettin ang powsss from you Ah Kong!

*picture just an illustration..guess no one took our photo when we were young receiving red packets from our grandparents*

Love you Ah Kong! Hope you are happy and enjoying yourself up up in heaven~ :) :)


little thoughts': gooooodd workout.. ! You're always noticing me.. and I noticed that =X I think I might miss you when I leave..


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A place where I can share my thoughts, interests and dreams to friends and family or even strangers who stumble upon this humble blog of mine~ The title of the blog was adapted from a quote of love from St. Augustine whom once said

"Love is temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become entwined together that is is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."



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