The real birthday outing

I really mean it when I say "I give up all the time but I try again just as much". Two days after the failed surprise for 'Aamir's birthday, I was invited on yet another outing. I told his tertiary friends in the Whatsapp group that no, I don't want to come. What's more, he and I just had an argument and I seriously thought it wouldn't be worth it to see his bloody face.

But the next day, Saturday the 28th of December, I was up and about in the morning, and heading to Jurong East at 1 in the afternoon to try and surprise him one more time. This time I just wore a plain sweater, ugly green jeans and my old pink Converse.

Me being the only Eastern resident I was kind of late, but of course, not as late as the Malaysian boy. I had to walk around on my own around Jem while waiting for 'Aamir to gather with Naqib, Farhan and Marcus. I was still a surprise after all, having told him an hour before that I couldn't make it. Such despicable.

I was halfway to JCube where they said they were at, when Farhan said they were walking towards Jem instead. I got into a fit of panic and tried to hide, telling them not to walk here, don't walk here! In the end I saw them in the distance, with everyone's backs towards me except for Farhan who was looking at me, waiting for me to make my move.

So I floated to them, careful not to make a sound even when everyone else in public was chatting away and masking whatever sound I could possibly have made. I locked in on the target and BAM! jumped onto his back and wrapped my arms around his neck, exclaiming into his ear, "RAH!"

All 'Aamir could say was, "OH MAK KAU PEYH LAKI Why are you here?! Aaaahh!! Why are you here omgah!! I thought you weren't coming!!" So I guess you could say it was a successful mission!

I didn't know there was a new mall called Westgate!? We headed there and all had Long John Silver's for lunch, with Marcus buying Texas Chicken from next door and smuggling that in. As usual, the faggot boyfriend stole my fries and even a shrimp from me [I really still can't forgive him for the shrimp], and the guys made me laugh just by being themselves.

Later on Marcus gave 'Aamir a present, which was this weird looking mouse, much like the ones my little brother and I had seen some time back. The one he'd said was specially for gamers. 'Aamir seemed to really like it, and it made me feel bad that I hadn't gotten him anything, thanks to this grudge against birthdays.

Made our way back to JCube where we got tickets for 47 Ronin and slacked for an hour before it started. I'd gone off to Times while the guys went to the arcade, and yep. So many books I'd wanted. I could have bought every single one I wanted, but of course in the end I just left without buying anything. A rarity, you could say.

47 Ronin was alright, I was expecting myself to not like it at all, but I had to admit I did. Though the experience itself was fucked up because someone had rung the fire alarm, and announcements were going on and on in the theater; isn't so fun being in a multi-racial country because all the announcements just had to come in all 4 languages before it started another round. I could barely focus on the movie.

Afterwards, when it was just 'Aamir and me, we headed to H&M at Jem, though it took quite a bit of persuasion to get him to go there. I was looking through at the girly clothes when he admitted that he preferred me when I was still that "t-shirt/cardigan jeans and Converse" girl.

All I had to say to him was "You can't expect me to be that way forever. I have to change eventually."

He pulled me to the guys' section where he looked for the ideal sweater, and his preferences just kept changing, maybe because he was too damn picky. No I don't want with the zips. No the green one like nice only. No I want with hood. In the end he settled for the maroon hooded sweater, and he also picked out a simple navy one for me.

At the end of it, he said it was time to go home, but not before I pulled him towards the back of the MRT station where we could sit and talk. The year was ending and I had to tell him everything; "I have to tell you this, you have to listen and I don't mind if you leave because I'm prepared for that."

"What's it about..?" he asked, with the suddenly serious look in his eyes.

"It's just... Something I did behind your back. Just listen, and afterwards if you want to leave, I'd understand."

I told him. At the end of it, he didn't leave after all. He just sat there looking at me, with his eyes which I weren't sure meant anger or hurt or understanding. I'm still not sure how he felt but he accepted it, and didn't make a huge fuss over it. We parted for our respective ways home, with not one but a few hugs.

As for whoever is reading this, I'm gonna blog about what the suspense is all about in my next post. To you it may be nothing when you read it, but when whatever it was happened, I was so sad because I wasn't allowed to blog about the fun I had those days. And when it was over, I also couldn't write my sadness about it here because 'Aamir wasn't allowed to know. Now that I've come clean with him I should be able to tell you soon too, just in time before the year ends, so I can include this person in my list of people who made me smile in 2013.