The little grey underwear.

Friday night was as per normal.
Soccer with the lads after sun down.
The construction simply couldn't wait so we've to change venue.
This happens When Petal Garden couldn't take us no more.
So was this court, he simply likes to be taken into surgery...

So we ended up at the street soccer court which sat solitudely besides a canal.
Perhaps we should call em' the great Singapore canal.
Because without them we could be New Orleans, especially during monsoons.
And perhaps because of the canal again, them courts sit so solitude here.
No one simply likes to play there...
Why?
Ask them canals'!

A few games through, pop 12 year ol' Afiq.
I knew him, they knew him... we knew him.
Simply because he was there the last time we were there- and the last time after last time after last time after last time.
But that night he was hyper.
He sat us through even after them floodlights decide to sleep.
He cracked jokes, we laugh.
We ask him to tease others, we laugh.
Even at the slightest, we laugh.

Asked to go home as it was late, he simply dismissed it.
Mama's ok with it he says.
So time pass, and he became bolder, teasing bit by bits.
Then came the infamous idea of stripping him.
Some people idea add up with nul's enthusiasm, it was surely gonna happen.

But it didn't happen.
Well, so it nearly does...
But thank god it didn't.

He ran home, clearly upset.
Kesian Afiq...
Korang ni pun.
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3 more papers, Tuesday, Friday & the Tuesday after next.
Still to revise yet.
I am certaintly gonna fail last Friday's paper.
God forbid.

By the way I'm still working.
Nyahah.