Finish our 1st year uni, transfer to Victoria, Melbourne Australia - because it was where we first met, and where he proposed to me holding both my hands in his.
Finish our degrees, get married when I turn 22 - because we'd have been waiting 6 years as wet-behind-the-ears, happily engaged twosome.
Get a car, mortgage a house, get our puppy (by then she'd be a doggy) over to finish up our happy family.
Then, go crazy eating Nepalese food at Gurkhas (one of our frequent haunts when we were younger) at Lygon Street, pizza at Lambs, Pancake Parlour at Jam Factory, visit our lecturers and old friends who had predicted we'd be in love.
I remember fondly when I was in class, my fiancee, then a good hang-out buddy and friend, sat with me for the umpteen time. I suppose the teacher must have noticed that everytime he came into class he's plop right beside me and we'd chat right through class, laughing and throwing spitwads at our classmates, joking with our classmates together, and when class was over, I'd zoom right out of the class and he would follow right behind chasing me and asking me, "Why do you always disappear after class?"
We were laughing over some dumb joke while she was lecturing everyone over something important - then suddenly, she shot us this look with her scary blue eyes, "Shabu (of course, my name here), are you in love with (my fiancee's name)?"
Everyone stared at us, with muffled laughter and suppressed smiles, and everyone went "wooooo" and punching my fiancee's shoulder and grinning at us with naughty expressions with the "I told you so" looks.
Then...one day, I had to return to Singapore. I told him, "I have to leave tomorrow.", over the phone.
He went, "WHAT?!"
And suddenly, my door bell rang.
That moron had been right outside my apartment calling me all the while. He revealed sheepishly he'd drop by my apartment after work all the time and call me using the payphone outside my apartment, because with "40 cents you can talk all you want", or just walk pass the place hoping to see me - since I was under the eagle eye of an older sibling and very much the "good girl" type who'd go straight home (more or less..hehe) after school, and not go out alone.
Oh, the memories.
But anyway, he did follow me, and we swore together we'd make our home in Melbourne, where I felt the first feelings of unbridled freedom, acceptance by people around me and whom I met for being who I am, appreciated for not being some robotic Singaporean who somehow has to ace his "A" levels and be a picasso at the same time - I can't do that.
So that's how the story goes...and I hope it'd have a happy ending in Melbourne. We'd travel the world, working (like how some of you guys are working in Singapore) and experiencing new cultures, but finally, we'd settle down and have kids - in the place we love and felt more at home than in anywhere else.
Apologies for the big sob story above. I couldn't help but just gush about it.
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