A long day.
We had a jog, we had a dip in the pool, and our meal at Clementi.
Trading goodies, tasting each others' food, chatting on life and events that took place.
How long, how long have it passed.
Since we sat down on a table for four for a decent dinner.
We checked out this infamous Botak Jones Clementi branch, puke.
Is this American food? Maybe 'American-style', and 'cheap' eh.
If you've been to the States you simply know that they are trying hard to.
Botak? Yes definitely, after consuming that amount of sodium, the salt.
Tiring and tanned.
As with being botak, another one and a half month or so to go, off to botak-hood.
With the head shaved, squeezed into a camouflaged suit, getting shouted at relentlessly.
After then, may we have the chance again, to settle down on a small round table, to dig on the faved Merlionster that everybody loves.
As the ice-cream melts, the vision slowly dissipates, our heads get dizzy a little bit.
While we wake up from the mirage, we realise we are still standing on the same spot we said goodbye then.
How much have changed? How much have we grew? And the answers still shrouded in heavy mist.
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