Of reservice and remembrance.

In the middle of my reservice now, just parted with baby taptap and missing her already. (ok i hear many readers going eeeee yer, but too bad it's my blog =p) Well i guess the day didn't start off in the bestest of ways... but i'm happy our moods turned around somehow and we had an enjoyable outing eventually. =)

Having just reached my 'mid-twenties' status and being absent-minded to begin with, perhaps it's timely to take a step back to remember how this all began, the 'good old days' if you like.

An otherwise boring morning lecture riddled with jokes of a nerdy bloke (who had a penchant for touching his face). A lunch afterward that helped you avoid a dreary project meeting. The midnight chats on msn. Fooling around at the library instead of working on the peak oil essay. Coke-light at the car park. The all-important question for a late-night supper at Bedok 85. Started looking forward to Tuesdays.

A dreadful handing in of cooling tower report. A pleasant dinner (though i've eaten) at Munchie Monkeys that followed. A magical night at the rooftop. The deletion of pictures. The boldest question ever to travel. Aston's at PGP on that fateful Thursday night. Sentiments exchanged. The beginning of an open.

Secret rendezvous at our meeting place. Food, food and more food. Facebooking, leaving earrings. Horrible exams. First 'gui' lian that led to the pseudo-breakup. Struggled for a day before a donut, some hairbands and a pushy Tweety brought us back into the open. Your surprise visit to my room. My crazy cabbing to your place. Nights at the playground and on the rooftop at the park.

End of exams. First proper date. An impulsive question at the sky garden and the awfully teasing reply. The end of the open and the start of something real.

Hey baby, we surely don't know how things would pan out and like that sarah song says "what will be, will be." But like we promised, walk with me and hold on tight aye? It's gonna be worth it. *wink*

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.

It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score.

And why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide

You have made it harder just to go on

And why?

All the possibilities...Well I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa...

I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

"That's what you get." by Paramore.

Perfect answer.

ouch.

It really hurts. Can't describe it. Even pictures can't.

Tennis, badminton, table-tennis. So near yet so far.

The longest 2 weeks ahead.

Absence make the heart grow fonder? or out of sight, out of mind?

Reminds me of when we were in an open, when absence made us 'just friends'.

Being myself in the presence of someone that matters? heh. easier said.

Have no fear for giving in

Have no fear for giving over

You better know that in the end

It's better to say too much

Then never to say what you need to say again

John Mayer's "Say"

Sentiments exact.

Always be my baby.

3.30 am... sorta finished cleaning up for a party at my place. I should be dog-tired but i'm not. Probably cos of the whizzing thoughts thru my head.

I told somebody today, "blogs are meant for the author's heart, but also for the audience's eyes." Well, we write in consideration for others don't we? Alas. But what comes from the heart, thru the head, isn't probably what you want to say, but what you have to.

A spate of bad luck recently: cancellation of IPPT, cockster hairstyle. Time isn't on my side, for time doesn't take sides. There're many things i have to accomplish... forcibly, reluctantly.

There were four, and then, three. Unlike nintendo wii, this is really a game only for two.

Escapism isn't my kind of thing, but how i wish to return to when it was just you and i.

You'll always be a part of me

I'm a part of you indefinitely

Girl don't you know you can't escape me

Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby

And we'll linger on

Time can't erase a feeling this strong

No way you're never gonna shake me

Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby

David Cook's remix of Mariah Carey's "Always be my baby."

Word perfect.

a month of loathing.

Almost feels like it's been a year. A lot has happened. heh... and to reply critics of my longwindedness- A summary.

Exams, post-exam celebrations, grad trip, settling misc. stuff, job-hunting and now... more job-hunting.

Visited my grandparents today and like picking fruit in a market, my grandma says "Bigger is better." Heh. i couldn't agree more. =)

Ups, downs, middle grounds... myriad emotions but it's been a fantastic journey. Many months make years and many years make forever. And like Toyota's advertising slogan, i'm... Moving Forward.

Just watched a rented DVD "Stardust" with my bro. (reminds me of primary school days) Quite succinctly by the 'star' of the show "... Love is unconditional... but it is also unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing."

Haha. Well said.

making a molehill out of nothing.

What's been said has been said... what could've been done wasn't. Some things aren't meant to be. The old has died... the new is budding... such is the way of life. Enough said, for long-windedness leads you in circles. You'd be back where you started.

Trust can take years to build, seconds to ruin. I've learnt my lesson the hard way. But enough apologies and assurances. i'll learn to shut up and let actions do the talking... for words are empty promises until acted upon.

Walk with me, i'll give you reason to.