"Real happiness are shared."

I have grown to be independent. My parents taught me how to be. Yet, for once I would admit I am not.


Every time that I realize I am working out here, alone,miles away from my family, I instantly snap my path to the homesick lane and start analyzing if you made the wisest decision in your life to leave them. I can't believe it just happened too fast that my only choice was this. And, yeah this is only a temporary feeling when you are sad. Me and my husband are used to being with each other and this is one thing I need to overcome everyday. We are both so excited to his trip here and a celebration of his "tieth" birthday. While I was busy listing out those things that I wanted him to bring, I was also tied up with planning the itinerary for his four-day trip. I want to make sure we make most of the time while he is here.


Time is unbelievable. Just this morning, I would see him "Kellogs is typing" on my chat screen, now we are already sharing one breakfast together and feeling the same heat of the sunrise. I am happy that I have someone to talk with on the train, while walking on the side road of the HDB blocks, at the hawker center or even at the grocery store. He would now fill in those space for me to remember. Everything now seemed completed in a sense that I feel contented. Compared to my previous house, our current flat have more space and better ventillation. We have a spacious living room and our most favorite spot is the window at the living room over looking the Kallang River and the glittering lights at night time plus the cool breeze. For bloggers like us, this is a haven.

Inasmuch as we would want to be nonchalant of the time and stop it, our days together were spent well. I toured him around the city,the places I go and of course the food....