Right now, I'm flooded with memories from school, which a bit weird cos i never liked school. But really, it's not school that i'm reminiscing about per se. I'm actually thinking about a friend from school. He was a good friend. In fact, the only guy friend i was ever comfortable with at any point during my 5 years of imprisonment there.
I remember he wanted to become an architect. He'd sit quietly in his little corner in class, and sketched beautiful houses with flowery gardens. All the other boys thought he was a sissy. I thought he was cool.
"How about drawing a nice big house for me?" I asked him one day. "I want a house with lots of windows, and flowers all over."
He smiled, but said nothing.
A few days later, i got my big house - windows and flowers and all. At 15, when boys were more a nuisance that anything else, he showed me the sweetest gesture a friend could make. Of cos, being 15, i also never thought beyond my own little universe and never once did i make the effort to reciprocate his thoughtful gesture.
I really don't understand why I'm thinking about him so suddenly. I haven't heard from him since that night before the last day of school. When he told me he had something to give me and we promised to meet in the quiet corridors of our junior high class at 9pm. I remember as i was walking all the way to our meeting point i had imagined something dramatic - a heartfelt confession maybe (note: i knew he once had feelings for me) and i would then turn him down gently saying he was meant for someone better (read: i had a huge crush on someone else). Haha, 17 was a such silly age, thinking that life is always a drama.
Anyway, instead of a confession, i got a card, a goodbye and a goodluck. Which was alright too. I made him promise to keep in touch. And that when he become a successful architect, he'd have to make me a big house with lots of windows on top a hill with gardens and flowers and all things nice.
Promises.
I wonder if i'm the only one who remembers?
p/s: Ah, now i know why i suddenly thought about him. I've been watching the korean drama where the lead actor is an architect (Lee Min Ho *drools*) Tch. no wonder.
I remember he wanted to become an architect. He'd sit quietly in his little corner in class, and sketched beautiful houses with flowery gardens. All the other boys thought he was a sissy. I thought he was cool.
"How about drawing a nice big house for me?" I asked him one day. "I want a house with lots of windows, and flowers all over."
He smiled, but said nothing.
A few days later, i got my big house - windows and flowers and all. At 15, when boys were more a nuisance that anything else, he showed me the sweetest gesture a friend could make. Of cos, being 15, i also never thought beyond my own little universe and never once did i make the effort to reciprocate his thoughtful gesture.
I really don't understand why I'm thinking about him so suddenly. I haven't heard from him since that night before the last day of school. When he told me he had something to give me and we promised to meet in the quiet corridors of our junior high class at 9pm. I remember as i was walking all the way to our meeting point i had imagined something dramatic - a heartfelt confession maybe (note: i knew he once had feelings for me) and i would then turn him down gently saying he was meant for someone better (read: i had a huge crush on someone else). Haha, 17 was a such silly age, thinking that life is always a drama.
Anyway, instead of a confession, i got a card, a goodbye and a goodluck. Which was alright too. I made him promise to keep in touch. And that when he become a successful architect, he'd have to make me a big house with lots of windows on top a hill with gardens and flowers and all things nice.
Promises.
I wonder if i'm the only one who remembers?
p/s: Ah, now i know why i suddenly thought about him. I've been watching the korean drama where the lead actor is an architect (Lee Min Ho *drools*) Tch. no wonder.
3 comments:
im watching personal taste too! ~:P
tapi vikii asik broken link :(
Haz - Haha.. didn't you read my post? I haven't been in touch with him since school. That's like 7 years ago. And i don't think he's the type of guy to have a facebook page either. So really, I'm guessing, I'll never get my house from him. And neither will you. LOL!
Cik S - Personally, i like Cinderella's sister better. The storyline, the plot, the acting, the cinematography... top notch. I suggest you watch that.
Personal taste is okay in a wow-a-handsome-actor kind of way. But nothing much to brag about otherwise.
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