The many things

Cranky old datou and cranky old me.

The cat who will not let me out of 30cm radius when both of us are in my room. The cat who meows incessantly when he loses sight of me. The cat who closes up wounds that other people opened; by being my never-wavering constant.

The soft padded soles that treadded his world for 12 years.

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Finally, the family is more or less complete once again. (=

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We’ve got to be a little demented or a little desperate to do this.

Diving off Pulau Hantu.
This visibility is considered a good dive day.

Playing mahjong with almost non-existant tiles during surface interval

With Ivan, Yvonne and Chris. (=

Into the sunset

My brother-in-law made me watch Sex and the City movie late last night, despite my lack of enthusiasm. I expected it to be, well, sex-and-the-city (which I am not particularly drawn to), but it turned out to be a surprisingly heartwarming and I find myself smiling for the deep friendship that bonded the 4 very different ladies.

It shows that though a relationship between 2 people is a very personal one, but it still require friends around to help sustain it.

And also, that friends/girlfriends will stay by you and support you through whatever decisions you make in life, even the bad ones that they saw the consequence coming when you’re too blinded.

They see you fall, and they catch you when you do.

The other half of a jigsaw puzzle

People always talk about finding "the One". That soulmate whom you will spend the rest of your life with. The person you’ll search over mountains and oceans to be with for the rest of your life. That other half of the jigsaw puzzle. The person you’re destined to find.

They say you’ll know it when it finds you.
Heck, I use to say that. And I strongly believed in my proclaimation.
But, in retrospect, did I really know?
What made me stubbornly believed so?

Romance novels make soulmates sound like they’ll make your relationship smooth sailing after you’ve found him. Like your life’s questions are finally answered and you’ll be fanatically in love with him for the rest of your life.

That’s why I never read romance novels anymore.

Maybe, there’s no "the one" in this world waiting for you to find.
Maybe, he’s "the one" because you believe so; and you use all your energy and effort to make that belief come true.
Maybe, both of you are "the ones" for each other because you both make yourselves believe that this person will be the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, and you both work hard as hell to make that happen.