All that she could afford, she gave. And she gives unselfishly too. In my first publish dated 20th September; I wrote my last paragraph with a promise that I will take her on a tour to my magical journey. Yesterday, my script took a surprising twist. With a “Ticket To Ride” and a journey to nowhere, Ziehan swept me of my feet and brought me on a whirlwind tour to her magical journey instead. Adorned in resplendent color and ever so sultry, Ziehan was my “Woman In Red”. She ignites my emotion with new meaning and a higher reason to express my love freely. It doesn’t require any acrobatics to love someone like Ziehan. The future always belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. I remember the first time we kissed… it was the beginning of that dream that I never would want to wake up from.

When we met yesterday, Ziehan was on a covert mode. She kept her plans to herself. A matter of fact, she revealed more from her plunging neckline than what was inside that luscious chest. The “44 Simple Steps” was mine to play; but Ziehan made sure that the plan remains hers to keep… and she gave away none to the inquisitive mind. Her sexuality however aroused me to a point of distraction. It was then that I noticed…the colors between us reminded me of my new kitchen cabinet; beautiful nonetheless.

When a white Mercedes with a black driver pulled over, the colour theme for the night got more vibrant. Much to my surprise, Mount Faber beckoned our arrival. I couldn’t have been more pleased. From the vantage point on one of Singapore’s highest peak, I was so overwhelmed by a dynamic force of nostalgic aura. At the open verandah of The Jewel Box, I retraced the path of my scrawny juvenile era. As I re-trained my emotional and mental reactions and increase my coherence, I realized now that I had re-created my life. I have reached a point and place where I no longer have to keep "working things out," but realize they are worked out!

On solid ground and at a dizzying height, the romance blossomed into more altitude. Not that I am terrified of height; but as fearsome a warrior he may be, Alexandra The Great was also afraid of monkey. I don’t see any point to this statement…but go figure. She planned my “44 Simple Steps” with a masterstroke. The tour to her magical journey began with a “Ticket To Ride” on a romantic 3 round-trips on a Mount Faber-Sentosa cable car cruise served with a 3-course dinner. Nestled in cabin 66, we kissed a lot, but moved very little. I’m not one that’s afraid to die; I just don’t want to be there when it happens. For that reason and that reason alone, the lesser she moves, the safer I feel. From the hilly terrain of Mount Faber, to the highway of Keppel Road, across the sea of Sentosa and within the sanctuary of my beautiful Ziehan, I am a man at the pinnacle of my joy.

We circumnavigated our romantic voyage much sooner than the 80 days it took Steve Coogan and Jackie Chan to complete theirs (see “Around The World In 80 Days”). I hardly had time to recover from the intoxicating experience when Ziehan conjured yet another surprise at the sky deck foyer lounge of Mount Faber. The breathtaking bird’s eye view of my ‘starry starry world’, against a Nat King Cole “Unforgettable” in the background, she added her meticulous plan with an icing on my birthday cake…literally so to speak. By the time “Dreams Are Made Of Reality” resonated the picturesque tranquil of the night, I can’t resist but to ask Ziehan for her hand and led her to the raised platform of the gazebo. Locked in tight embrace, we slow dance to every lyrics of the song like it was meant and written for us. If every picture can paint a thousand words and every title tells a story, I want to re-live this episode for the rest of my mortal life; without ever wanting to close this chapter even in my death. After all, true love never lives happily ever after - true love simply has no ending.

I know that love alone does not make happiness. I just couldn’t write anything without hope that soon she and I shall be able to rise and view ourselves with clearer eyes in that calm region where no night can hide us from each other's sight. From Ziehan I’ve seen it all, I’ve heard it all… her devotion of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites my sensitive soul to tears. So shall we soar the sky, so shall we seek our forgotten past, but together we must carry it with us or we find it not.

All’s well that ends well… be the soft tranquil of the moonless night, be the gentle wind that blows; Ziehan blows better at home.

Like the Great One once taught me “Man makes holy what he believes, as he makes beautiful what he loves.”