Skipping 'Rope'

School after PSLE is like a rope, a silent killer.
Why am I coming to school? Is there anything to do there except attend talks by schools I don't even dare to think about going and board games the whole day? Think...Maybe you disagree with me saying that its the last week of seeing your classmates. Last week?! How can that be? You can always find them to meet them after Graduation right?
Since I do not agree with the latter, I had decided not to come and be honest about it in my post. On that particular Thursday, I heard there was art crap and talks by those schools. But doing(or listening) wasn't going to help in anyway...Unless you wanna take art for O levels, but I totally detest art.

Instead of killing precious time, Dominic and I had decided to do something productive: going to the library and read books before proceding to enjoy the scenery on a bus.
I was supposed to meet Dominic at 10am outside Bedok Community Library, but he came 10minutes late. We introduced each other books and proceeded to read.
Lunch was decided almost immediately after passing a coffee shop's Mixed Vegetable Rice stall. My share was $2.70 while Dominic's was $3.??. The stall had some kinda equation of the combinations of food types. Interesting that was but later we decided that the meal wasn't worth it as the food wasn't up to our expectations. It was just too diluted.
After lunch, Dominic and I decided to take Bus 168 to Woodlands Interchange before heading over to Bottle Tree Park for prawn fishing via Bus 854. Bus 168 was an Express Bus as, most of the time, it travelled on Expressways. But, if you want me to elaborate on the bus trip, I shall buy a book on 'The Meaning of Dreams' for you.
We took the ascending escalator to the platform and waited for the MRT to come and took it to Kahtib MRT Station. The Bottle Tree Park Entrance was 1 Bus stop away so we decided to hike there.
Bottle Tree Park had been in my 'bad books' since I had gone there. I had been dissatisfied with their faclities except for the fishing pond where prawns waited to be caught. We had decided to fish for prwans there at $10 an hour. Prawn catches had no limits so the more praws you catch, the more worth the money.
We decided to book only one fishing rod beacuse of money matters. I saw a green net hanging on the perimeter of the pond by a nail and thought that the net was to keep the prawns in. At that time, none of us knew whether prawns caught could be brought home, so, we just threw the prawns in without realising it that the net belongs to another person. Dominic wanteed to demand from that person another 2 lobsters but fortunately, I managed to talk him outta it.
It was like losing a penny and picking up a pound: After 'losing' 2 prawns, a man in long jeans came up to us and gave us his 6 prawns that were caught.
After using up our hour rent of the fishing rod, the owner gave us a plastic bag to put the prawns in. I had actually decided to rear them (thats impossible) so I wanted them alive. I asked the owner to let us add some water to it but he didn't allow it as the plastic bag might break. BUt we didn't adhere to his words and instead, sneakily took some water out from the super large pond outside. We also got another plastic bag from one of the restaurants.Along the way back, as I was the one carrying the plastic bag, my heart beat in trepidation everytime I felt vibrations coming from the plastic bag. We even had to resort to buying 2 bottles of drinks at a Shell Station just for 2 plastic bags. LOL.
Our 'hard work' didn't pay off in the end. A few of the lobsters were dead (maybe lack of oxygen), and some were drained of all their energy. So we decided to let them all go at the fish pond opposite my block.
So much for the 'hard work'...