2nd-3rd Jan 2016: First Weekend of 2016

The first weekend of 2016 was pretty chill, just hanging out with Sam and my family. To be honest, I am now 5 months behind the updates and I'm not proud of it - but I don't remember the details quite as clearly as I should. Here we go anyway:

First to go feed my sweetie Danny some lunch before I headed out. 

Lunch time at my favourite sushi place with my love. 

Who hates photo taking hahahaha. 

Went shopping to get me a new backpack because my current one was falling to pieces, of course we also did some recreational shopping. 

Break for lunch! We went to a social enterprise called Crossings Cafe, the food was pretty good and very affordable! 

Someone's in a better mood with food inside of him, hehe. 

POTENTIAL BAG? 

So many bags and none were suitable. 

I like this one best. 

Back to my place for our favourite game!

 <3

Sunday lunch time with my parents and our old family friends from Canada who were visiting!

Then to my aunt's place for home cooked dinner. 

 Game night with my cousins, it was a good end of the weekend (: 

Dancing in Heaven

Exactly two weeks ago, a dear friend of mine left us to go home to God. She had been ill for a while and though the news of her passing was rather sudden, it did not come as a big surprise.

On the morning she passed, I kept my smile on. I met Cherry barely 20mins after the news, we both giggled, unsure of how to bear the weight of loss so dear and so near. We spent the day doing things that she loved to do, things that we loved to do with her. We ate macdonalds, we watched sitcoms, lounged a lot, and laughed needlessly.

When evening rolled around, I refused to read the numerous eulogies that people wrote for her. I refused to write a letter to her (at her sister's request). You see, I am a lover of words. I don't pride myself on being a wonderful writer, but the written word is special to me, and I believe that it was special to her too. While I love writing letters and cards and notes, I could not bear to address anything to her knowing that she would never read it. It hurt me to think that words of love would not reach the loved one, and what a precious loved one she is! She, the one who loves whales and is terrified of moths - so terrified she once yanked my bag apart in effort to get us both away from a moth-impersonating leaf. She, who didn't like Mandarin classes but would happily sing Jay Chou songs with me at kbox. She, the one who loves sashimi and would convince me to order overpriced plates myself because it was too wonderful to miss.

I remembered with a start that I had sent her a tweet a week prior to her passing, not realising that she would've been already unable to reply at that point. I wondered if I would've done things differently if I had known. Right now, I'm not sure it's necessary for me to know.

I'm still not going to write a letter to her. I don't have to. I take comfort because I know that she loves me, and I know that she knows that I love her dearly. So so dearly. I cannot be angry and I cannot ask for her to stay if it is time for her to go home. I've already had more time with her than I could ask for.

Thank you for your love my sweet Aiai. Have fun with Jesus and enjoy your moth-free heaven (I hope). Keep a seat warm for me, I can't wait to cuddle you again.