To Irene: The once occupied bed and study table in my room are now empty. I used to long for a room all to myself...well, I still do but it gets rather boring at times when there's no one to chat with before bed (although u do sleep at 10p.m every night, haiyo sleep so early for what!). You have always been a very caring sister to me in all aspects. If you weren't there to help me with my art or rather, did my art projects for me, I would never have convinced my teacher I was a great artist :) You often brought me along when you went out with your friends in the past when all other teenagers probably found it embarassing to be seen with their younger siblings. I was so dependent on you in so many aspects that I felt quite lost when you first shifted out but it was a new phrase in your life and I am indeed very happy for you. You have always been the one I look up to, successful, independent with a mind of your own. This is probably why I never fail to come running to you when I need a second opinion. You've been a positive influence in my life and I'm thankful for that. The sharing of lama jokes and the corny exchanges we have all the time makes you more than just a sister to me. I am sure you'll be very happy with Ian, the one you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with.

To Ian: I first saw you together with my sister at my band performance back when I was in secondary school. My first impression of you was: Good build, tall enough for my sister. Yea it was purely superficial. However, over the years, I have come to realize that my sister have found a gem. You were always there for my band performances to show your support even though I know you hated the heat and crowd. I really do appreciate that. How many people would do that?! Family birthday celebrations saw a 6th member year afer year despite your busy schedule. I get an extra birthday present every year or an expanded budget :) You're also my DVD and CD shop. Hmm I think I 'goped' some CDs from you like a million years ago. I think you must be wondering why your CD collection is getting smaller by the day. You may appear to be a man of few words around people you're not that close to but to me, it hardly matters at all. My sister tells me about you all the time so I guess I have a rather good picture. I do indeed possess an invaluable picture of you goofing around (see previous pages). But really, who needs talk when their actions fully illustrate their intentions? Your actions and gestures throughout the years have destroyed any hint of cynicism against your sincerity, if there was any to begin with. Thank you for being such a wonderful member in our family. My family genuinely welcomes you to be a part of us.

To Ian and Irene: I'm sorry this webpage is done in such a chop chop fashion. The complex instructions were too overwhelming for my smaller than pea size knowledge in webpage creation. My complete lack of artistic instincts plus the pressing time have managed to turn this into quite an abysmal piece of work. Die la but it'll have to do for now. Also, to say that this site is facing the severe lack of resources as you would have noticed is an understatment. I got the pictures from exactly 2 events, haha, you know which 2. I've also inserted some chapalang English so I'm going to make up for it by ending off in a perfect manner: A poem (not by me la!). I know it'a a bit lao pok (old-fashion) but I don't care, a poem is what you'll be reading.

Their Happy Day

My dear sister,

Her dear boyfriend,

Soon to unite,

From the moment he kissed her,

Previous wounds of love were sure to mend,

They couldn't stop it - try as they might,

And as they walk up the aisle,

Hand in hand,

Heart in heart,

They make the end of the green mile,

A tune is struck by the band,

Now I can't imagine them apart,

The music file: One of my favourite pieces. Personally, I think it depicts the journey through life. It starts off on a cautious note but finishes off in triumph. This is the journey that both of you are well on the way. I sincerely give you my very very best wishes.