singapore and sydney, a side story

last skool holiday, i went to singapore. i accompanied a friend looking for a flat. we inspected places after places. one place i found interesting. not because of the flat itself but because of its previous tenants. there were still some pictures of them left in the flat. from those pictures i could see that they were my housemates. what? i was pretty sure that they had never stayed in singapore. 'this is amusing', i thought. i asked the house agent, 'may i have these pictures?' 'joyce and emily would be very surprised if i show them this picture' ...

there r some conflicts with the real fact. im no longer a student, the one looking for a flat is me, not my friend. and my ex-housemates never stayed in singapore. its a mystery, how our brain merges the past with present and composes a new story.