goodbye

it seems wrong to continue on with this blog. my adventures in melbourne has come to an end. perhaps one day i might say a resounding hello again!!

but until then you can stay tuned to the adventures of AH REE by clicking on the link below, ENJOY!:

http://thankyou4playing.blogspot.com/

5,4,3,2,1

The time passed slower than I thought it would.

I think I have done all that I had to. Words were spoken and written as memories to remind us of happier days.

I had planned for this day in my head months before. During a vacation with the family, ABBA was playing in the car and all I could think was how appropriate the lyrics were. Perhaps deep down, I knew it would eventually come to this or perhaps I was too afraid to hope.

Yet, there is no regret in my heart. What I take away with me is more than many can ever say. And for that I am thankful... to those whom I love and left down under,

Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me

.:Abba.thank you for the music:.

And so I leave with heaviness in my heart, uncertain, reluctant yet resolute. The end of an era only marks the beginning of another. Exciting times ahead.

Until we meet again ...

For your viewing pleasure,

AIKEES FAREWELL
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27TH MAY
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midnight snack

a night of sweet indulgences..

... and a penchant for picture taking

makes for a sweet memory. Literally.

not enough time

... there are not enough hours in a day especially when you are trying to soak in time with others. The hours pass too fast and before you know it, a day has come to an end.

... and just like that ten becomes nine.

the big one zero

Ten days and counting..

At the moment while I am trying to sort out all the nitty gritty things through, I find myself compelled to draft a list of people I have to meet before I go. Thankfully the list is not a considerable one; am not the social butterfly. Although, at the moment the weekend looks poised to be an eventful one.

Of late, walking down the streets of Melbourne has been a heart-wrenching one. Each changing season makes me reflect on life; on my actions or lack of. It reminds me of passing time, marked by the weathering leaves and how time should always be realished. A part of me fears that I will be swallowed by the rat race in Singapore; its superficial priorities centered around materialism, work and more work. I am afraid that I will soon forget to stop and breathe and appreciate the smaller things in life.

Suddenly, I am frightened.

Suddenly, the realisation of me leaving is becoming hard to swallow.

A sinking feeling overwhelmes me and I have to reminnd myself that God has bigger plans for me back home. Despite that, it hurts. Could it be that I am not ready to leave after all???

All the talk of coming to terms with reality ... being brave and accepting...

After all these years, I am going home.

And I suddenly feel lost.

eleven

... im mentally saturated with details, soo many I am having trouble starting.

Can I go into reverse for a while??? ... Im not quite ready to go.

Eleven days and counting.