Life is a Road I want to Keep Going
And Love, is just that River I want to keep flowing.

Yes, just keep it flowing, never cease in its journey as it rides and sails through every little rock and pebbles; upstream and downstream.
It just glides upon them, every so smoothly.
There are many rocks, and then there is always that falling branch which suddenly cracks from one of the trees lining the banks and falls into the river, hurling itself into the currents.
The river will still keep flowing.
Withering leaves, feathers, twigs, pebbles, wooden logs, trash or just about anything could just stumble into the river, causing that light ripple or just stir that water in the river.
The river doesn't stop.
It will just keep flowing, amidst all the obstacles.
Big or small.
The river never stops flowing.

That is how Love is like, and it is how it should be; the way I would want it to be.

Life is to me, a journey, and that road that I will keep on walking and just keep going.

LOVE, is the constant flow like in a river, that will just keep flowing.
It never stops.
Unless, there is no river.
Then there would be no Love.

This is exactly my thought when I said I do, four years ago.



That was four years ago.

How time flies.

To be honest with you, I never thought I would ever get married, when I was a little girl.
Oh sure, every girl dreams of her Prince Charming.
That one brave hero who would just appear, whisk her away on a white horse, armed with a bright shining armor and be everything that she wished for.
That perfect man.
He exists in fairytales.

Call me a dreamer, but I do believe in fairytales.
Yes, until this very day.
Perhaps I am delusional, perhaps I just never grew up.
But what is life without that little dream?
Or just that illusion, that creeps into your mind once in a  while?

I never thought or envisioned that there would be a Mr Perfect for me, or that I myself would be perfect for anyone at all.

It is not that I never believed in love, but I never thought that love is something that you could just make up or just create on the spot.
It should be just natural.
Love comes naturally.
It comes out of the blue.
It takes you by surprise.
It comes when you least expect it.
It takes your breath away.

Most of all, it just feels right.

How do we know?

I used to wonder at that question myself too, but the answer is, we will never know.

Or perhaps, we just know.

I have asked too, how do we know if that person is the Right One?
If He is my Mr Right?

The thing is, it is all in us.
It is our own feelings, our heart, our soul, that will tell us.
It is that feeling in the gut that will tell you that it is right.
Or maybe it is right.

Nobody can tell us the answer.

I never thought of looking for the answer.
I never thought of looking for love.
It is the truth.
I am not complacent; it is just because I do not know nor do I have an idea where to search.

I just want nature to take its own course.
If it never happens, well, then I am fine too, because you can't find, define or just force your way into love.
It just doesn't work that way.
I don't know how to explain this, or even define Love, because I am just not a Love expert.
I just think it makes another part of the universe which remains a mystery.

It may sound like I never believed in love, or maybe I never really did.
Or that I seemed to visualize love in ultimate perfection, or nothing.
I don't know, but I just didn't even know what love really means.

Of course I would know the exceptional and unconditional states of love as obviously shown by parents or our Creator, but between two beings who could be complete strangers, that would never be a clear definition to how it should or would be like.

Perhaps I am unclear, and perhaps I have not recognized or seen love.
Love may have passed me by, many times but I did not see.
Perhaps I have just been too deluded in my own thoughts, or maybe I could just say that, it was never meant to be.

It is always written in the stars, they say.

I guess you could say that, else, how would two complete strangers meet, find each other when they are from two different parts of the world, or the country, fall in love, come together and be with each other, pledging to stay with one another for the rest of their lifetime?

I met him at work, we started off as friends.
Yes, the usual story and it was all over coffee and getting to know each other.
We just found that link that brought us closer to each other.
Perhaps it was the interests we shared or the differing aspects we see in life.
We don't drink coffee, and we are exactly in tune with each other on everything, yet we could talk about everything under the sun.

I didn't know then, but he was sure.
Maybe I am just always the unknowing, the unsure and the unbeliever.

Faith and fate pursued.

In a blink of an eye, we became closer and the best of friends.
We became each other's eyes, ears and companion.
We laughed at each other, with each other, and stood up to hold the other's back in times of need.
I have vowed to never cry in front of anyone, but he could have been one who had seen me shed a tear or two.
We have seen the best and motivated each other to achieve greater heights.
We believed in one another in a world of skeptics.
We have seen the dark hours and stood there, ignoring the harshness of the world.
We never gave up on each other.

We were best friends, then we were partners.

Then it was official, we walked down the aisle and said Yes, I will walk the rest of the journey of life with each other.



Love, just like life, is never perfect.
We could never predict what would happen next.

I was not looking for the perfect man; or the best looking man in the world.
I was not looking for the ultimate protector or warrior who must protect me at all times.
I am not looking for a superhero.
I am not looking for the smartest guy in the world.
He doesn't have to have everything in the world.
He doesn't need to be the richest man, nor the most famous man.

I am looking for a listener, a companion, a partner in crime, and that person who knows me.
It is probably not even considered as requirements, because really, there is no definite list to say who is the perfect person.

I am a perfectionist, I never settle for anything less than perfect.

But perfection is not about having everything sometimes and sometimes the imperfections make the perfection even more perfect.

I am talking about myself.

I am not perfect either.
I am not the most beautiful girl in the world, nor am I the smartest or richest and most famous.
I am not that best hot looking chick who seems to have the world.
I am pretty content and blessed with what I have, and that to me, is my world.

To be joined by someone who shares my laughter and my cranky jokes, to see me as that one person even in my worst, that is to me, perfection.


We don't have to match the world's requirements of perfection.
Who sets the standards anyway?
We just need to see ourselves in each other's eyes, and decide that this is right.

I don't need a perfect man.
I need a man who sees perfection even in the simplest things, because that is how I am.

Perfection is not about being right, being wonderful and perfect all the time.

Perfection is about that beauty in each other's eyes, even in times of good and bad, for better or for worse, in times of health and sickness and in wealth and poverty, that even age does not count as a deterrent, and we still look the same to each other.

We are perfect in each other's eyes.

Marriage and love is not about vows and about signing off officially as husband and wife.


It is about the flow.

It is about having that belief in each other, no matter what happens or wherever we are at any time.
It is about that faith and love that will always be there.

Nobody can guarantee how long it will last, or if we can tell if it will fade away someday.
It is always a feeling.

It is not a promise; it is not a commitment.
It is not something binding.

It is just a journey.
We continue to discover ourselves, and each other.

Like a river, we just want it to keep flowing.

Like a river, we want it to keep going and going.

May this river and our journey continue and that the four years, or many more, will always just be the beginning.




Happy Anniversary to my Best Friend and my Love, and to the River of Love that Will Always keep Flowing!

Gone were the days when we used to have huge albums of photos; those thick laminated covers holding pages with plastic pockets in them where smiling faces and funny antics stare back at us from their wedged-in positions underneath the transparent surface as we flip through the pages.

We would laugh, giggle, blush, cringe and maybe even shed a tear or two as we look at these moments and allow ourselves to be momentarily transported back to that time, when it was all happening.

The happiness, the excitement, the innocence, the ignorance, the oblivion and even that tear-jerking moment all seemed to come back in a rush to tug at our heartstrings.

It all just seemed like yesterday when it happened.

The best and even the worst of us were all there, in those photographs.

Captured in stills and frozen in time.

It is as though everything is just as it is, and it never budged.

THAT, is the beauty of the photographs.

Digital photos do the same thing, capturing moments, but there is just something about those old photographs that makes the difference.
It is the essence of the reality of being able to hold that picture in your hand and feel that moment.
That is why they introduced the digital print, I know.

It is just like a printed sheet from the Internet compared to a book.

Oh well.

Photographs just have that way to tell us stories, stories of our own past.
They are great reminders of how far we have come, who we used to be and who we really are.

We live in our own memories that we continuously create every single day, and when we look back, these are the reminiscences of the past.

Photographs just bring the past to life and as though it is just right here with us, in the present.
That is the purpose anyway.

We want to capture these moments because it is a moment.
It happens only once.
It may never be the same again.

We could go to the same place again, but that feeling we felt when we were there the first time are just not the same as the second time.
It may be the company we were with, or that excitement and joy of visiting a place for the first time.
That same fervent feelings we had in our hearts could, and will change every time.
Every moment will never be the same.

We are all aware of that.
We know that we could never relive that moment and that is the reason we often say that we should live in the moment and just cherish that moment.

Photographs do just that.
Then technology evolved and even motion can be captured in the art of videography.

There are just so many ways one could now capture their moments and memories.

There is no end to it.

Photographs will never go out of style.

The moments are captured forever, in stills, frozen as though we are still there.

It is where hearts were never broken and the love remains strong.
They are meant to be kept with us, in our pockets, or in the wooden frames on the mantelpiece and our desk or just brought with us wherever we go.

This is how we preserve the people who have left us, physically or apart by distance and death, in these stills.
They will always remain there with us.

Digital or stills, photographs just bring our memories alive.

There they will remain forever.



Polaroid shots from my trip in Melbourne, thanks to the best girl and sister in my life :-*



*P.S:
I can be a rather traditionalist, and I do like the old photographs though I am thankful for the evolution of technology where I save tons on developing photographs (these cost a bomb) and the trouble of safekeeping the photo albums, and I have my photos on my computer or smartphone and they are with me All the time.
Still, photographs are really nice to have, and to hold there in the hand, with the yellowed edges and light overcast on the color tone - signs of age.
Oh well,  what can I say, I still prefer books to e-books.
Do not judge.

Oh, I am in love with Ed Sheeran's song, Photograph~

Just compiled some of my personal favorite moments in Melbourne, officially one of my favorite cities in the world now.

This is more of an album of all my memories in the city

All about My Moments in Melbourne



















My Personal and the ultimate favorite?

That has got to be these two :-)

Every year on the last day of the year and the eve of a brand new year, I will look at my past year and say the same thing,
"What, it has been a year already? I remembered the previous New Year's eve as though it was just yesterday!
(Yeah, note the word 'previous' used in the context)

The thing is, the year always seems like it just flew past us (like, all the time) and it barely felt like a year has passed. The irony is always back to hit us in the face, and drag us back to the reality ground with the big question mark, "What have I done in this whole year?"

In retrospect one would be recollecting all the events or major accomplishments which could be felt or seen, with that profound impact in that attempt to review the year that has just gone by. It is all about the great achievements, the big things or badges that one would proudly display/pin to the lapels or the chest that say all about their hard work and efforts.

We are mostly scurrying through the memories of all that is clearly visible to the eyes, but what about those that are felt in the heart and that are not visible to everyone in the same way it has affected us?
There are many lightbulb moments we have and also the little tripping stones which we would rather bury at the back of our minds and pretend as though they never took place at all even though, in a way they have made a significant or even slight difference to the way we think and behave after the incident. It is actually these little pebbles which we fell over that should be in our recollection; they are the ones who made up the year and the changes in us as we grow through the experiences.

I can't relate to everything I have been through in the past year of 2014 but the year definitely has more in store for me than what I would have expected.
Change was the constant, and it was truly a year filled with many changes outlining my life journey.
Things took on a different turn and it seems my prayers have been answered; in fact, even more than what I bargained for. Change always comes accompanied with its own sets of tests and challenges; and the biggest being adaptation. It was not entirely that hard and there were just a few setbacks which were quickly smoothened out.
Physical changes were the prominent marks, but there were also many spiritual and healing changes not stark visible to the naked eye which I have embraced and welcomed as part of the new addition to my journey.

Experiences and encounters in this year were anything but fulfilling and enriching, and in the last quarter of the year, a great awakening has come to settle upon me, opening up my eyes to the wide horizon that is out there for me to explore in what could be perhaps, something I would look to explore in my life journey. It could, even, be what I am destined to do, and is in fact, part of my very own journey.
I am thankful for the many things that come my way, the seen and the unseen, for they all hold within them the messages from above that we have and yet to comprehend.
I believe that time will come when we will come to decipher the great messages.

Apart from my personal year journey, the nation has been thrown into the many endurance tests with the forces of nature, and eluded with mystery and anguish for many affected by the tragic happenings.
It has been a year filled with tribulations for the world still struggling to come to terms and comprehend the works of these mysteries.
Time will slowly heal but memories will hold, taking the bits and parts to ponder upon from the past.
We can't say we understand the things others have gone through, but we can offer our prayers and come to share their sentiments, but never can we say we walked in their shoes because it is a totally different experience altogether.
We can pray for strength and God's love to be with them and for them to be comforted by only Him.

The year draws to a sombre end, for the nation with more devastating news leaving little mood for a celebration of extravagance. Times call for prayers and unity in strength as we comfort those who mourn and lost.

It has been a tumultuous year for both the nation and myself, having recovered from a bout of virus (sore throat, cough, flu and fever all in one) since Christmas, yet hope always prevails.
It is in Him we need to continue to believe in and also in the sight of Hope.

Hope always comes to those who believe.
2014 may not be good, but there is never one which is all smooth and perfect.
The trials and tribulations that come our way are only there to make us stronger, and wiser and that we should not give up on hope.

May the new year bring on new hopes, new beginnings and spirits to bring forth more great doings for the better good and for a brighter tomorrow.

Cheers to an awesome year to come, 2015!~