The Amazing You, My Perfectionist

119hrs gone, 53 hours more to go till you get home.

It's crazy how i'm counting down the hours till i see poopie again. Since she left for Hawaii, my life turned silent, the voice i used to hear almost every hour of the day isn't there anymore. A feeling of lost and emptiness without her even though it's only for 6days. Which makes me think how important she is to me. Sometimes we think that we have done the most for that special someone but only realised, it isn't enough when you don't have them. I felt that i could have done more than i thought i did.

We have gone through so much together, back when she was still living in Melb then moving back home. Many things had happened and changed around us and it wasn't easy for her. I can feel her when i read "get out, and stay out" written on 30th April. Many things happen for a reason, if it's good, we appreciate and cherish it and if it's bad, we accept and hope for the better. There are many signs that has convinced me that she is god's gift to me. Looking around me, it's almost impossible for most couple to survive in a relationship like ours. Starting from how we met and to date, the connection that we have, the unconditional love we share with one another.

I admire the beauty and intelligence in her. The way she is, shows how well she was brought up in a humble and well deserved respect family.

As promised to you poopie, i finally took time to read this blog and have also written this especially for you.

Thank you for all the sacrifices you have made and not giving up on me. I have learnt what loving someone truly is by just loving only you....baba

Tokyo-Transit

My bad for not checking my mobile's bandwidth and for now being so out of touch and unable to send a simple text even. Ｉｔ’ｓ　ｆｕｎｎｙ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈ，that one only realises how important the most minute of things can be only when they're gone.　Wow, what a cliche, but seriously, cliches tend to arise out of the most ordinary of life experiences.

Sometimes, magic happens.　 When one leasts expects it, and for that instant, I'm a believer once more. A believer that miracles do happen. A believer that there's such a thing as a fated connection. We both sit here, in two different realities. Me, at the Narita Airport Yahoo cafe, she at her desk at work, and we tapped into each other and made a connection at the exact same time. I landed two hours ago, and instead of heading for the free Internet here, I decided to head for a hearty beef bowl at the cafe here and watch a couple episodes of Heroes Season２．After sitting for a fair bit of time, I then decided it was time to logon and get in touch with my babe, so I went into our shared account, typed out a brief hello email and clicked 'Send'. When the page refreshed, I noticed I had an email from her, from the same account. Sent at the very same time.　　It was an unreal shock that travelled through me. The tiniest of shivers trembling up my spine.

Sigh. So near and yet so far huh baby？　Ａｂｏｕｔ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｕ　ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ　READ this blog and contribute with at least ONE entry, you know? ：）　

As for the flight, it was a good oneーmy　first Japan Airlines flight, and hopefully not my last! The food was pretty yummy and the service was top notch. Plus, they weren't stingy with giving out Evian water for drinking. Good stuff!!! Well, I was hoping to roam around Japan for a bit while in Transit but well, perhaps on the way back, Daddy can bring me. Wonder how he's doing over there, can't believe I'm missing a Welcome Luau cos I was so stupidly careless!!!! : But, we live and we learn. Most importantly, I'm still here, aren't i?

Getting all psyched up about how pretty Maui is going to be and playing in the waterfall (supposedly I get to go on some tour) and perhaps taste a bit　scuba too! Well, August isn't too far away for me and me baba to really descend underwater. I'm a little tired and going to just surf while waiting for Someone (VIP) to logon.　Toodles, and until the next entry,　this is Miss Liz & Bobo signing out for this evening...

The Lasting Goodbye.

Sometimes when you say good bye to someone, you think that perhaps there will be another chance to say hello once again. More often than not, good byes are forever. No matter what promises are exchanged. Nor does it matter how sincere you felt about keeping the promise.

The world is a big wheel. And like all round things, it keeps spinning and before you know it, you're on the opposite side, and the person who said "See ya later" can't see you ever again. It's almost like death in a sense. I relived death this evening. An unfortunate death of a distant relative brought about fresh tears to my already dried eyes. For those who don't know, my grandpa of 88 years passed away this March 22nd, 2008. It was a dreary Saturday afternoon, and the entire family had rushed to his bedside in the ICU. No one, not even the most logical amongst us, could stay focused on what the doctor was saying that day. We could see his lips move, hear the words trickling from them. But understand them, we did not.



The afternoon my grandpa died, I felt something in me die as well. He wasn't the most jovial of souls, he wasn't the family clown who would sit basking in the centre of attention. Julian Arnold Raeburn was a quiet, thoughtful man. He was a man who loved his wife, and loved his children. He was a man who could silence the naughtiest grandchild just by craddling her in his arms. Julian never yelled. He never spoke fiercely at us, he never instilled fear. My memories of my grandfather, and the moments that we all shared still shine through so clearly in my mind. Carefree childhood days of yesterday a quick flashback through time.

Everyone felt the lost of Grandpa. We missed the times when we would go visit and he would bring us for walks at his void decks. We missed the playground visits that we used to have. I cried tonight, out of silly pity for myself. It hurt knowing that he isn't around anymore, and that Granny is hurting in her flat, all alone. It hurts that I can't, or don't, spend enough time with her. I look back at photos of myself taken several years ago and sneer at my childish "i don't care" attitude. The immature thinking I had that was all "me-me-me". Enough of that Liz, I've grown up now. Still, the child in me yearns for the one day we, as a family, will be re-united in Heaven.