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Oh December


After many posts about happiness as newlywed, we finally reached our first milestone (which is not necessarily an anniversary, innit?)
We were facing our very first obstacle in marriage life. Hubby says that we live on earth, not heaven. Don't be upset if there are things that won't live up your expectations. Everything won't be perfectly beautiful. Because this is life. Oh when the storm came, I was unprepared and it's inevitable. I didn't expect it'd be sooner than later. I mean, our marriage is barely a month old. It's nothing about our relationship really. There's a problem with our house. Thanks to my handy hubby, he acted fast and with helping hands from several people, we managed to get it done in three days.

Chaotic days were long gone. In a more cheerful note we also have a very pleasant news nearing this end of year!! Soon to come xx Bloggie will be the first to know!

All I can think of now is how thankful I am. 2012, what a year. What a rollercoaster ride! In the end of 2011, I was so scared about 2012 (not apocalyptic-related whatsoever). Simply because we had targets to achieve in 2012 that we didn't even think we could make it. Believe it or not, one by one we ticked the list. From our engagement, house, wedding, etc. THANK GOD for Your overflowing blessings. I am totally speechless when I rewind in what happened throughout the year.


Anyway happiest new year guys. Surely the best is yet to come.. Keep on trying and believing. If almost all our targets came into reality, then so do yours! Xx mrs d.





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