life on the flipside
Hari Raya outing with the poly clique was fun even though Ziad and Ahmah couldn't make it and Joshy had to leave us halfway. I gave Joshy the silent treatment the whole time. It's a feat okay? I was tempted so much to persuade him, to irritate him. But I guess me being too tired just made it easier. But it was good to see him and CJ making the effort to wear the baju kurung courtesy of Casper. And why only one miserable picture of us for the day you ask? Well, we had a funny moment with Casper's camera that's why. As CJ puts it, "I will never forget that." And CJ, Jim and I witnessed another moment involving a 5 year-old boy in the MRT. All I can say is that kids grow up fast these days.
Basic materials for FYP have already been ordered. That's a progress. It was raining heavily on the way to and back from Defu Lane. Poor Jim who had to raced through on his bike. But he still made me smile. Of all my 3 years in poly, he's the only guy who seem to be able to sense if I'm not myself even though I'm smiling and laughing away. He'll come up from nowhere and asked me if I'm alright or ask me to take care. Just randomly. Well, he's Jim. I don't sayang him for nothing. And two of my favourite boys in the group were driving me and everyone else crazy la today and they blamed it on stress.
If the boys were stressed out, I don't know what I am today. I misplaced my FYP book, I bought the Newpaper twice without even realizing it and I nearly got knocked down on the way home. It was weird. I didn't even laugh at myself. That's even weirder because usually I will. I guess my thoughts are millions of miles away today. Well, there's pain and then there's torture, right?
At the end of the day, Mr A.'s 2 year-old sidekick is still my hero.
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