Wednesday, June 20, 2007 . 12:23 PM
Labels: stories
He's an Indonesian. I found him somewhat charming in his own ways. I remembered his fingers, there was something wrong with his fingers, more swollen than it shd be. But it never bothered him. In fact, to me it was special and unique. He must have sat somewhere near me in class. I remembered us playing, fooling around; little flirting games. Chasing each other, hitting each other.
I was only 9 or 10 years old. That year for his bday, he specially invited me to his party. My mom was really protective when i was young. She doesn't allow me to go for camps, parties etc. This was the 1st time that she actually put her nonsense aside, of cos after much pleadings from my side. In fact, i vaguely remembering that HE called my house and pleaded with my mom about it. I was dying to go.
My dad fetched me to his condo. I naively thought that he had specially invited me to go, but it turned out that he had also invited many other classmates. I could remember him at the piano, surrounded by the gang of classmates, playing a classical piece ( and i can't rem wat piece at the moment haha..), i was so impressed. Didn't know that his swollen fingers could play such wonderful music. I couldn't rem much of the party. I know i wasn't very happy after that. And all those pleadings, really was such a waste of my time n effort. I remembered that i tried forgetting the incident. So in the end, i ended up really forgetting.
WE continued our childish flirtatious plays. But there was one time, things got too far. We were settling down in the auditorium for a talk when he used a long ruler to poke my shoulders from behind, trying to get my attention and get me irritated. So i wanted to reach over and hit him. I've always been short, somemore he was a level above me. Somehow he was bending down tempting and teasing me to hit him, the closest i could get to, was his face. So i slapped him. His face totally changed, to black colour haha... Realising that i got into trouble, i sat down quietly.
He was obviously too pissed off with me. When we returned to class, he made it a point to actually kick my chair.
I continued to have some silly feelings for him even when we switched class when i was 11. being the smarter one, he went into one of the top classes. ANd being the stupider one, i went to one of the end classes ha. I remembered that i will try to get a glimpse of him whenever we switch classes for Chinese lessons. The whole floor would be moving. I'll be moving to his usual classroom, so usually we get to meet. Sadly i gez he wasn't that interested in me anymore after the wonderful slap i gave him haha..
Anyway my attention was shifted to another guy, A. And he was more gd looking, decent, and nice. I've known him all the way from 7 years old. In those days, we were allocated a school bus each to send the students home. All the students staying in the west, will take this bus. I had gd memories of the bus, the friendly nonsense Encik who drove us and the students on board. I've known him for so long it was almost like, when something started happening, i was thinking y it took us so long to have something happening. He had such charming eyes, eyes that could talk. I could see how he felt towards me. His eyes had totally told me that he likes me. He was not like the other guys, mayb cos we were older then. No more chasing each other, no more hitting each other. I remembered him always putting in his efforts to do something nice for mi.
Once i was at level one of the school, thinking about the sickening thing of having to run all the way up to level 4 or something to get something from the teacher. I bumped into him and he was asking where am i going. He offered to do it for mi. I was quite touched. He's in my chinese class, and we had been in the same chinese class since i was 7. Our eyes would sometimes meet during class, it's like it was understood that we both have feelings for each other. Our classmates would sometime teases us. Another boy, call him M, i remembered that he took our 'relationship' so damn seriously that he wrote us into his Chinese sentence making workbook. He wrote something like Blah Blah and A likes each other.. My chinese teacher of cos took the chance to read his stupid sentence making out to the whole class. Was totally embarrassed and i couldn't believe he had the cheeks to do that. Sometimes, when you like a person, you end up doing the total opposite of sweet things. You do things to annoy the person, so that he/she would actually take note of u. Or at least in pri school it was like that.
He was doing all those to attract my attention. M likes me too much. Sometimes in Chinese lessons, he would run over to my seat and just talked nonsense to me, trying to annoy me, find out what i like etc..While i was busying myself with A, he was noticing it as well. A would call mi often and we would chat for long hours. When we were graduating soon, he gave me an ograniser. And inside the organiser, i found a note that he wrote. It was just simple words but i felt like i was on top of the world. He wrote,' I like you alot'. It was just so pure and simple. Now that i look back at it, i still think it was very sweet of him.
2 days before we left school, M came to me and said he's leaving for Australia to study and won't b coming back to Sg till years later. I have no romantic feelings watsoever towards M. In fact he never told mi he liked me before that. He was telling me he really hope i can head out with him for once before he leaves. This is one guy that i had truly disliked since ..donoe when bcos of all his irritating antics. Being soft hearted, i just said ok...tomorrow after school we shall head to Coronation Plaza. This plaza was like my favorite hang out place back then, i usually go there with my girl pal (the one that cheated me). So i met him there. We found a place to sit down on one of the top floors where there were nothing except photocopying shops etc. There from his bag, he took out some nicely wrapped boxes. And told me he really likes me alot. I kinda expected that he likes me, but someone confessing to mi face to face, i think that was the 1st in my whole entire life. Totally threw me off guard. He gave mi jeweleries. Not just the kiddish cheap kinds. He got me a full set of thick silver chains, and a few pendants. Those kinds that u can only buy from those goldsmith shops. Just imagine my shock. It was the most expensive gifts i ever received at that age lar. If it's the present times, i would have been shocked if it's a bloody diamond. But it's not how expensive the gifts were to him back then, it was the thought, the sincerity, the sadness of not able to give me anything except these (which aldy meant alot), since he was leaving. I don't know why. I felt really touched somehow, that he chose to confess to me and even prepared gifts. And i felt bad for even disliking him. My gal pals were in the same building. They made fun of the gifts he gave me when they found out about it. I think they were just plain jealous. Till this day, i still have his gifts kept in my cupboard. I never wore them. Haha..
Speaking of which, A would always prepare me gifts whenever he goes for a holiday. He's not a rich guy. But back then when his parents were still doing better and were un-divorced, he did enjoy overseas trip unlike me. He gave mi very sweet things, like decorating the box which has a soft toy inside with nice stones that he found and bought in Australia. He would give me some of the Australian coins to keep as souvenirs as well. Anything looks good in my eyes, bcos i liked him mah. No matter how small, i know he made alot of efforts, bcos i know he used his own pocket money to buy things for me.
Sadly, after we went to different Secondary school, i stopped contacting him. We hv never held hands, never kissed. We were just so innocently in love. But i began to think that he's not gd enuff and just stopped picking up his calls. I really regretted being so harsh. But he has never blamed me or hated me. 3 years down the road, we met again and we were just gd old friends.
Till now, we still keep in contact, both of us each treasuring the good memories of the past. That's gd enuff. =) His eyes still as charming hahaha...
It's really a gd feeling whenever we talk and catch up, we would exchange stories of our families etc..and it's amazing how things changed. I knew his older brother and i bet he's now married. I just can't imagine haha..from what i remembered of his older brother etc...We do go a long way back!
But i have no idea where M went...
