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.