Walking with a drink in hand.

Late night conversations.

Water breaks.

Meet you at the statue.

Shy swimming.

"Uncle, Boat Quay please"

Palm to Palm.

Salsa-Like.

Birthday Surprise.

Short Leather Skirt.

Happy 21st.

Guitar Tears.

Mandy Moore.

"Will you, um...?

"Yes"

Pan Pac blankets. With 10 others.

Taiwan.

London.

Christmas Shopping.

Jobless.

Getting fired because of me.

Getting driving liscense.

Being happy anyway.

Soya Bean at Suntec City on weekdays at 6.00pm after the number 10 bus.

Moving house.

Parents left.

Minor Operations.

Last Minute Christmas Shopping.

Green hired car to pick me up.

Doing a complete Novena.

Waited outside ICC1 during interview.

Desaru.

3 month training.

"I'll pick you up near the pink chairs"

Stupid E-mail

8 bloody months.

Reunion.

Finding out at Adelphi 090703

Sobbing on the Padang.

Hell on Earth.

Mee pok after Hell on Earth.

My Quiet but determined Support in months following Hell on Earth.

Christmas Tree with hand made ribbons

Hydi.

Surprise Driver.

Halloween.

Anthias 16th Storey.

Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer.

Conrad roses and ring.

Compassvale Bow 08 July 2005

Joy like no other.

Maybe Beaufort?

How to plan a wedding 101.

Four Seasons.

Resignation.

Phuket.

Anticipation and butterflies in stomach.

Keys on 16th June 2006.

Of Carpentry and Design.

Planning and Development.

Defending me in contractor fight.

Panic stations month and bitter sweet end.

Flower in Ear New Year.

Nerves and Crunch time.

Singing Practise.

07:09 on the 20th of Jan 2007

Toilet Break at coffee house.

Long Red Aisle.

Vows

Photos

Lunch

Jumping up and down in the Ambassador Suite.

Amazing Dinner

His Song walking with mic.

My Song.

Bali.

Trust.

20th May 2007.

"I will help you"

Cooking.

Roast Chicken.

Gambling Den living room.

Looks across tables.

Pampered when ill.

Beef Stew.

Home Economics.

Womad nightmare.

Decision.

07th October 2007.

Unanswered calls.

Worry and Isolation.

Room closing in.

Forever.

Dear Andrew,

My goats are being very naughty and trying to eat the paper that I'm writing this letter to you on.Today a woman in my village who was suffering from AIDS passed away. She has two children who are now orphans. She got the disease from her husband and passed it on to her children, who now suffer from the disease. Their grandmother is now taking care of them but she is old and cannot afford the treatment. We had a volunteer here and she cried and told me that no one knows what is really going on with this disease. There are so many of my relatives who are infected and we are all very sad. Hope to hear from you soon!

Love,

Billy

Dear Billy,

Today my playstation didn't work properly and mummy said that she would get me a new one. My cousin is here to stay for the weekend and she is also very sad because she misses her daddy who died 6 years ago when some bad people flew two planes into these two very tall buildings. Mummy says that all over the world, people have to take off their shoes when they board planes and they check you all over. She says that the government will not stand for the deaths of all these people who died that day, and even now, we have to stand in long lines for checks before we board planes. Mummy is cranky now because the cable is down and she wants to watch Heroes on the television. Hope you are ok and I will pray for you.

Love,

Andrew

8000 people a day die from AIDs or HIV related disease. 3000 or more died in the September 11 disaster. Everybody know what happened. We've watched the twin towers fall again and again. We live half the world away but we know how heroic the firefighters were. How about the thousands or more volunteers in Africa, the grandmothers who are looking after their grandchildren whose parents have died from AIDS. Aren't they Heroes too?

Is there a difference in the value of a life born in a poor rural village in Africa and another born in New York?

For more information, visit this website: http://www.onelife.org.sg/

Trust that little voice in your head that says "Wouldn't it be interesting if..."; And then do it.

What can I do? What should I do? What shouldn't I do? When do I do it? How do I do it? What are the consequences? What if This? What if That? Will it be successful? Who can I depend on? Where do I get this? How will I manage? Will it be ok?

Endless questions and the answers to them all can only be found only when I just do it.

Maybe tomorrow everything will be ok. There will be a safe place to go and feel at home. There will be no monsters and smart guardians. And I will finally lie down in my fields of gold.

Where do you find fields of gold?

If I fall down a tree and land on a purple cushion, follow the litte white rabbit down the yellow brick road, into a cave and transform, would you wanna hear my tale?

If I climbed up a giant tree and visited Moonface and ate honey pop biscuits and used the giant slide with a cushion to get out, would you wait at the bottom when i come out?

If I packed a picnic of strawberries and tea and crumpets and butter, would you be quiet with me for a few hours?

If I sat on a chair with invisible wings and it brought me places while i eat hot toast with butter and sugar, would you want place bits of paper around it, to warn you so that you can come along with me?

If I walked through a labyrinth and got lost and lay down and cried, would you sit with me a wipe my tears and tell me everythings going to be alright?

If I sat in a rocket and it went to a moon-button, would you look up at the sky at night and think of me?

If I met a five people each with a problem on a different planet, who asked for so much but gave so little, would you meet me in the desert when I land on earth?

"If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.

Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.

Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.

I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.

I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right -- for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences."

~ David Keirsey ~

Wow. That was too good not to put up here. I have to remember that if I expect this, then I also must practise this myself. :)

No. Floor. Beneath my feet. It is gone. The illusion. That once was.

Is no more.

Good cop and Bad cop are going to reclaim our sacred safety. We used to have it until the oracle left us. We thought we could live without it. But we can't. We need the safe place. We need it now more than ever.