Sunday, September 9, 2007
It have been so long since i last fell sick. Maybe like.. 3 or 4 years ago? lol. Yeah. having a sore throat and flu right now. :(
So we had our usual saturday at macdonalds. Chiong maths ftw! from 3 to 10.30. 7hrs30mins! omg! learnt quite abit today. heh. i think jon spent more time trying to teach me maths rather than doing his own revisions. >.< appreciate it.. thanks alot jon! :) Oh ya.. when i reach the mac i found an empty table and settled down to do my maths. then the table behind me was like SOOOO noisy. kept hearing a guy shouting here and there. and the voice was like.. OMG SO FAMILIAR. i turned around and guess who it was? RUSSELL CHAN! HAHA! his voice can be heard throughout the mac la. -.- so bloody loud lol.
The feeling of being left behind. The torment of watching your friends leave you. The loneliness that was felt from within yourself. Nobody could understand better other than this boy. School closed down and merged with another school. Groups of friends happily moved with one another, but only one guy. The one who was left behind. A new year, a new school. A new class full of unfamiliar faces. Lots of stares were recieved by the boy, "eh! whos this new guy in our class? i never seen him before leh!" questions similar to this were asked around. The boy, in order to avoid any questions being asked, pretended to be asleep. Throughout the year, sleeping in class had became a habit, a habit that was adopted by the boy to escape from reality.
Time passes, the boy finally opened himself up to make new friends. Light was seen at the end of the tunnel. Perhaps.. it wasn't the end for the boy. He found himself a clique of good friends who shared laughters with him. Exams came, and went. Results were released. Yet again, the boy failed to move on with his friends. He was left behind, once again. Being dealt a greater blow, the boy gave up completely on himself.
He found himself in another class the following year, stares and questions were pointed at him again. But he was already immune to the attention, the pain, the loneliness. Despite teachers and parent's repeated nagging, he was not open to any encouragement. He looked down on himself. History repeats itself. He was given a final chance to study before he will be dropped out of school. The boy tried his best to pick himself back up to study but to no avail. Until.. one day, he recieved a message from the one he once loved so dearly. It was a motivation for him, and he tried his best for his exams. He did not disappoint her. The boy got promoted alongside with few of his ever-so-cheerful friends. Things seem to be looking up for the boy.
Each year, the boy would wait patiently for her message. Recieving it would mean that the girl still remembers the boy. To others, it may seem not to be such big thing, but for the boy, it is of great significance, for the girl holds the most important place in his heart.
Many years have passed, but the love for the girl hasn't changed at all. Letting go isn't easy, especially for the one who was once left behind. Others may think that he is crazy, some may call him dumb, but he don't care. What matters is what he thinks and what he feels.
Dont ask me why i blog this down.. i just feel like doing so.
- 9/09/2007 12:26:00 AM;
