After reading Kim's blog and saw her reminiscing about her old days, I couldnt help but rummage through my old stuff and found this picture. This may be one of the last pictures taken with the 4 of us. Time has certainly flew by, I have known this 4 humans for 10 years.

It's like a marriage. We have been through good times and bad times. Been happy together, been mad at each other. Quarrelled and made up. We've seen each other's questionable dress sense (jeans baggy enough to hide chickens) and questionable hair style (curly, bedhead, shaven, chinadoll). We assisted each other during our times of intoxication, holding up each other's hair, flushing the toilet when done. We've cooked each other food when one was hungry (indomee after clubbing). And even laughed at each other when we fall down (a certain someone who climbed a wall, landed and then fell).

They are like my life partners, they are my bitches.

Time has drifted us apart somewhat. We each have found our own direction in life, taken different paths and met new people. And regrettably, we don't always make the effort to keep in touch better.

To my wives; thanks for always being there for me. 10 years!!! Its our Diamond Year! You must know that I am always here for you. Anytime. Anyplace.

Oh, I forgot to mention how happy I am that Boobsy came out of the closet and revealed to us. We all just want her to be happy and she does look the way. So thanks babe. I am so touched that after all these years, we may have drifted apart a bit, but you still hold us in your heart deep enough to let us in on your life.

iGeek is right, 3 down and 1 more to go. My wish for her this year is to meet someone right. Mediocre is not good enough remember that. She deserves only the best.

My first week back

This is marks the beginning of me returning back to a state of locality. No longer am I considered a foreigner to the country. Nor as an International Wife.

Do I miss it? Honestly, no. Neither the weather nor the food has made me glad to be back home. Well, it doesn't mean that I loathe to be back, I just have no particular excitement. This time, its so different from when I used to return from Perth. I remember I used to get all excited over coming home. The moment I touched down, I rushed to have my favourite Hokkien Mee (which I havent done til yet), order just about everything when I go to 85 and call everyone I know to announce my return. Oh, and I make it a point to never repeat the same food for 2 weeks.

This time, my face melted as I walked out of the airport, I regretted taking a walk along Orchard Road on a Saturday afternoon and I have taken fishball noodles 3 days in a row! What's different this time? It can't just be the fact that Xiaohei is not here with me. Sure I miss him and all, but my entire support group is here. So what's different?

Oh well, this is home afterall. I missed having my friends around. Laughing and having a great time with Audrey while we reminisence on the past, going for dinner and drinks with the rest of the girls and chatting with my sister. So when Xiaohei comes back, everything should go back to normal.

But right now, I am getting anxious about starting work. Worried that I am not capable enough to live up to the workload. Friends tell me I am thinking too much but I just want to be sure I will make it this time. "Old virgin" is what LadyiPod calls me...I am a virgin going back to an old place to get screwed. Ha! Its funny just reading it.

This is how love should be. Taking the person the way they are.

Hi baby,

Wanted to surprise you with this for V day but didn't have time to complete it. Here you go. We never ever had the cliche tacky photo video.

I love you and I miss you so much.

Just remember that I love being married to you. And if we can do it all over again, I will say 'I do' any day. Because its you.

My journey in America has come to an end.



As I looked back in the past 8 months of my life, I feel a sense of inner peace while tears well up my eyes. This is has not only been a growing experience for my relationship with Xiaohei but also an personal trip for me. It may be cliche to say but this 8 months has allowed me to grow and mature. It has allowed me to take on so many roles. I was still a daughter to my parents, a sister to my siblings , a friend to my buddies, and a wife to my husband. But I was a assistant to Mrs Vernon and a teacher/big sister/playmate/friend/problem solver to a class of 6 year olds. 7 year old some of them will rightfully correct me. I have been telling myself how much I want to take time out to volunteer, to give something back to the society. And now after a good 6-7 years of just telling myself, I finally did it. I feel so good inside, so satisfied that I almost feel selfish. All this 'giving back' is actually serving myself?

My heart ached when I walked into Room 8 of Ashurst Elementary School for the last time. My mornings will no longer if filled with getting Gabriel and Armon on reading counts followed by helping Ethan, Shawn, Levi and Allani with the spelling of their words, running around with Mackenzie, James and Matthew during snack break, putting up Jaquez's coat on the hanger after snack break, lunches with Mrs Vernon, waving off Daniel and Doan from Shelby as she tries to finish her morning work and swaying myself from side to side so I can get Emma, Mackenzie Faith and my sweet little Gracie off my shoulders and leg. They call themselves my magic shoes.

But most of all, I missed waking up next to the man of my life. Snuggling up to him when it was cold, nudging him him when he stops breathing in his sleep, and kissing him when we both woke up. I just miss him. I miss our home. There is always something to eat, its clean and neat and although it may not be much but its so cosy. It was OUR FIRST HOME. And I miss it so much. I miss him so much.

Never have I thought I will find a person whose my heart actually beats for.

I can't get this sound outta my head. Just realise its from Rolling Stones. Who doesnt love the Stones.

I had another weird weird dream and not even sure where it came from (if dreams are a collection of memories).

It was about another period in time...I was a Pan-asian man and was held prisoner due to a war that was going on. I was held in the same cell block with a black man and we became friends. In comes a new 'prison warden' for our cell block, he was a major in the army and a mean mean man. He said things in the prison has changed, everything will be segregated by race. He summon all the inmates out of the cells and on to the quadrangle (the cells were lined in a U-shape and it was a multi people cell). Guards surrounded the prisoners and were hitting the the prisoners with the back of their rifle (old ones with wooden trimmings kind) to get them to squeeze together. Suddenly, a fight broke out between a guard and myself and it spreaded to the my black friend. Somehow, we won all the guards including the major and took away all their guns. We made everyone go back into their cell and the gaurds to go back in with them. Then somehow, a shooting broke out. I turned into some martial arts expert being able to dodge the bullets and killed all the guards including the major.

It was my cell block now. In order not to stir any suspicion, I told the prisoners to let me pretend to be the major and check things out and my black friend to stay behind to watch over matters.

I dawned on the dead man's uniform and walked out of the cell block into the army camp that was busy dealing with the war. Noone noticed me and I tried to keep my head down, those whom I outranked even saluted me!

This pretence went on for quite a while, during which I had secretly helped some of the prisoners to escape and some others became 'guards'. One day, a Lieutanent Colonel (Anthony Hopkins) came to my cell block and requested to meet the Major. When I introduced myself to be the Major, he had a puzzled look on his face but shaked it off. By this time, I had already familiarise myself with the workings of the army and was able to make smart conversations with the LC. Months went by and the LC and I became close. He started to get me more involve wiht his work, training of soldiers.

One day after a training session, the LC causually mentioned that he was surprise the first time to see me at the cell block, or on camp for that matter. When I inquired why, he said that the camp was actually a white caucasian camp. Even other officers of other race couldnt step foot into it. I gave an awkward smile and answered that it was probably because the army took into account my white cauasian side of my family.

The same evening, the LC summoned me into his barracks/office. I walked into a dark room and as I got to the middle of the room, i felt the barrel of a gun at the back of my head. Then the voice of LC said that he has discovered my secret and was gonna kill me. We had a struggle and he was killed in the midst. I took the gun and put it in his hand as he laid, smeared my blood on him and left behind my uniform like he has killed the major. The siren rang as I escape through his window.

Then somehow, as I ran. The night became day almost immediately. The buildings got old and the grass grew to be really tall. I was a prisoner again, meeting my good black friend once more. He was playing basket with a hoop that was mounted at the side of a building 10 storeys high. He handed me the ball and said only few has scored. I took the ball and turned my back to the hoop. With all my strength I threw the ball over my shoulder, it hit the hoop but didn;t go in but as it rebound a bird caught it in the air and fly away with it.

I was E-ying again and I saw my father sitting on the grass a few feet away. I walked towards him and asked how he liked the movie. He said it was good but he didn't understand Jodie Foster's character. I told him I didn't even know Jodie Foster was in the movie. 3 dogs appeared, one was Vicki and the other 2 I didn't recognise. I started to run with the dogs.

Weird huh.

Not sure if anyone know that my dream since young was to be a news caster. When I was younger, I pretend to be a foreign correspondent, reporting live news from some war torn country. Secretly I did this of course.

I got to do it. Finally. It may not be real and the jacket didn't fit me, but I was so glad I did it.
Reporting live from CNN headquarters, this is E-Ying Wee.

For more pictures on our Atlanta trip, visit: http://flickr.com/photos/12657573@N02/sets/72157603845177218/