It's a typical night out. But this time I am so late it annoys you. I thought you weren't going to talk to me the whole night. You're hardly angry, and when you are, you're scary and strangely sexy at the same time.
This doesn't last long. You never stay mad at me for long. I snuggle my way into your arms. Finally, you're my sunshine boy again.
After dinner, it pours. We are stranded, and plans to go for drinks at Chijmes just aren't going to happen. It's okay, we're experts at Plan Bs. We always figure a way out. I like surprises. You like adventures. This time it's to be Canele, at Robertson Walk.
We walk and walk and walk and my shoes hurt my feet. You're tired from all the running and jumping when we went crazy at the beach the day before. We both curse silently. I know it, even if neither of us show it.
Then, I take off my shoes and step onto the wet pavement, barefoot this time. You tell me there's no going back and laugh. I laugh with you and go ahead. The world suddenly seems a lot more beautiful, even though I am 10cm shorter, looking like a lunatic.
This would be the night we'll look back on and laugh about. In the light drizzle, I walk down Boat Quay and past fancy restuarants, holding your hand and my heels in the other. Because it's a crazy night, you walk funny so that we can be weird together. We pretend to be drunk, swaying to the music from the pubs. Oh, and the stares!
By this time, we've given up on Canele, and start walking in the direction of One Fullerton, a place we've always loved. I go into the washrooms to put on my heels, then we slip back into normalcy, and have coffee like normal people.
You look bored while I reply messages on my phone. I notice this, and send you a message. I love you. Because you are probably the only one who'll walk across boat quay with me holding my hand while I hold my heels and walk barefoot. They say a boy like that will walk with you your whole life.
From across the table, you take my hand and smile at me.
"Yes, and you're the only one who'll walk with me while I waddle like a duck . They say girls like that will walk with you forever. So, will you be my girlfriend?"
I look up, surprised into into a wide smile that I can't help. It's that one question that has been dancing around us forever. And now that it's spoken out loud, warmth courses through me and rushes to my cheeks. I feel myself flush and my eyes sparkle. I am pratically glowing.
But I tease you. "Hmm well, what if I said it's my turn to have to think about it?"
Stumbling, you say, "But my offer only stands for.. one minute."
Trying my best not to grin like a mad woman, I reply, "Then I'll take the full minute."
And sixty seconds later, I say "Yes."
At that same moment, I see myself repeating the same word in church. At that same moment, I hold your hand and think, this is the man I want to marry.
Champions!
Going mad. Hahaha.
Touch Attack at NTU the following weekend.
Damn unglam but a touchdown! (:
I was cold and sleepy. 
Strawberries were a major theme of Cameron Highlands. 
Funny yellow zebra trucks.
Barber. Very old-school.
Night market in Brinchang Town.
Keychains! No prize for guessing which one I bought.
Girls, doing what we're best at. Hahaha.
All the ladies in the house!
Poorer areas.
Mommy, high up on some mountain early the next morning.
Group photo, everyone!
I smelt the rose, and exclaimed "This is not a rose! It smells like bandung syrup!" HAHA.
Pretty flowers. I love the macro function.
Mommy and Daddy, too cute!
Harvesting strawberries.
Freezing my ass off on the last morning to catch the sunrise.
But the fog came in, and this was the best view. First sunrise! 
Then, on the coach back home! I love the luxury coach. It's like a bed with a TV and console.
I love the view!
Trying to enjoy the view.
And that's the culpable secret one-way door! 
