A guy's diary

*January 2*

Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the
first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school
gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious
Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground.
I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along
with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating
look. My first impression of you was thatyou were a wilful
girl born with a golden sthingy in the mouth. I had rejected
you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but
surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.

*March 22*

I started to know more about you as days passed and my
opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day.
I realised that you were from a wealthy family but definitely
not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry
that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking
on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often
during lunch break and I found something in you that was
different from the rest of the girls - your passion for
Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself.
Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but

later I realised that you had been reciting Chinese poems
from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew
every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed
indeed.

*April 5*

I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading
the Chinese classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom".
Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with
admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.

*May 5*

From then on, we would often meet in the study area to
discuss about the good and bad things of the character in
these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when
we a! lmost br oke off because we could not agree on whether
Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that
we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we
still met in the study area and laughed over the incident.
After which, another argument started.

*Aug 7*

I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify
accurately. Wenever you laughed over a joke with other guys,
that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before
identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy.
I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid...that
you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck
in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship
would crumble...therefore, I kept quiet.

*Oct 1*

The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I
learnt that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling
to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance
that carried you away.

*Oct 2*

It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced
that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence,
outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle
had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound
of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you
immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour,
showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone
an operation. The life-support system was just beside you
with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. "I
am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe
me, my parents told me that". you said convincingly.
I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want
me to be worried. "Are you comforting yourself or comforting
the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my
face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough
to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced
smile. You responded with a smile too-with gre! at effor
t.

*Oct 5*

It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day.
I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the
side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story
of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes
poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes
started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice
started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you
held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said:
"I understand such a love, so did the girl." I
returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped,
and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.

*Oct 26*

It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH
to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the
nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked
about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had
passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood
motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending
the last few days preparing for the last examination paper.
I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited
you. I hated myself so much...but you were gone...... I
can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke up,
I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet.
The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your
father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading
the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday.
Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they
were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness,
my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.

*Jan 2*

A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like
poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her
if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: "What talking
you." Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still
unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......

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This is a true story that happened 10 years ago!!!! Now
then Can fully understand what the author means by "A
PERSON WILL KNOW WHAT IS PAIN ONLY WHEN HE HAS BEEN THROUGH
IT...." To cut the whole story short...jus wanna tell
u pple that.....

IF U TRULY LOVE THAT SOMEONE... JUS GO RIGHT UP TO HIM
OR HER OR GIVE A PHONE CALL RIGHT NOW TO SAY "I lUV
U " AND EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS FOR THAT PERSON B4 IT'S
TOO LATE!!!!!

A Guy would rather shed blood than shed tears but that's
because he has yet experience sadness. The moral of the
story is to treasure your love ones coz they might not be
always around. Share this story to those you cherish most
and let them feel their "presence" are important
as they are part of our lives too!!

napulot ko lang ang st0ry na to, malamang ito ang nakaimpluwensya sa akin, di ko ito hahayaang mangyari sa buhay ko. Masyadong masaklap,pero ang sarap basahin.