Love Is

Love is when Cha packed my bag, Dorc looked for my missing plastic bag and Clare packing my dinner, all so that i can eat soon.
Love is when Vin forgives me when i make a mistake and James bringing me for good food.
Love is when Henry asked me about my job and genuinely listen.
Love is when You Sheng read my blog and find out about my life.
Love is when Colin listens and laugh at my joke.
Love is when Winnie trust me enough to tell me things.
Love is when Ling ru and Jing wen treat me like their big sister.
Love is when Randy promptly reply to my messages such that i dun fret.
Love is when Daniel patiently explains even when i angrily accuse him.
Love is when Desmond turns up and tries even if it's difficult.
Love is when Weijian accepts me for who I am.
Love is when Keith calls me up and tell me about his problems.
Love is when Adrian travels to Bt Panjang to eat even if it means inconvenience for him.
Love is when Jack send me home wee hours in the morning in cab and he later walk home.
Love is when Sister Wanping think for my life.
Love is when Ah boon held on and not give up trying even if it hurts:)

Have you heard about the porcupines? It is painful being together because it hurts poking against each other. But only when they hug together, will they not die from the cold:)

We love because He first loves us....:)

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