We caught the comedy The English Teacher at Causeway Point, and it's the "Pick of the Week" at that cinema and was a great movie, but I'm not sure why there weren't many people who watched it. Oh well, it felt like it was just me and the prince so it doesn't matter. Hehe.
He got his Dip 'N Go thing and we sat at the outskirts of Woodlands station, just sitting and eating, making silly conversation like we always do. We decided to head to Republic Poly to explore a bit, which was just what we did.
Of course, 'Aamir wouldn't allow me to wander off alone yet he didn't want to accompany me explore properly. So the whole experience wasn't up to what I was looking forward to. I'm still glad I managed to spend time with him though.
It still makes me giggle whenever I think about his face when I accidentally threw his shoebag over the ledge! We were tossing it back and forth, and when I wanted to throw it back at him, he didn't catch it and it flew over and down to about one storey down. That was hilarious! [Or maybe I did it on purpose because he had thrown it to my face til it bruised my cheek, and I was just getting back at him. You'll never know]
On purpose or not, I still had to atone for my sin, by being forced to run all the way down and around and all the way back to take the shoebag for the prince.
We parted at Kranji station, and just before he got off the train, I asked him; "Are you glad that I didn't give up on you?"
He gave a slight smile and he said, "Yes."
And that just made my day. ^^
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I have also been stuffing myself with gummies and milk tea. Yes, I'm back to those days when I would do nothing all day but stuff my face in front of the computer. Just like back in Pasir Ris. And speaking of which, I had a dream about my old house a few nights ago.
The first thing I remember was being in the stretch between the station and my old house, just walking. Well, I was texting 'Aamir and Luqman [don't get mad at me for dreaming of him please thank you] telling them where I was. From the way I was texting them, it felt normal for me to be living back there so I think I'd been there for quite some time already. Or maybe I never lived at Paya Lebar.
Anyway, as I was pressing the lift for the 12th floor [I live on the 9th floor at Pasir Ris though. Just pointing that out] and thinking to myself, "Damn. The 12th floor has never been so high." Idk, when I was walking earlier, it was daytime but when I got out of the lift, it was dark as night. Alright then.
Who greeted me was my little brother, who seemed to be the master of the house. What do I mean by master??? It seemed like he was the one in charge of everything in the house. I explored the house a little [of course it was familiar to my dream-self but I still had the conscious of my real self, if that makes sense] to find my parents nowhere in sight, and my elder brother sitting in front of the television with this spaced out look.
I came to conclude that that scumbag was... Brain-dead! Of course. No other phrase for it. Maybe mentally retarded but that's what I am too, so *shrugs* I will never forget what he called me on Twitter: "otak cacat". (:
So... I still haven't told my aunt about my academic results. Heh. Don't look at me like that. If you had a GPA less than 1, you'd definitely hide it from your parents wouldn't you?
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