You know, when I was in Form 2, my beloved English teacher had encouraged my friends and I to have a journal. It’s like writing anything in English, and sending them to her, so she could check our grammar, language, anything and she will leave some nice words, to cheer us up. Basically my friends and I chose to write about whatever happened to us in school. When I was form two, most of the journal were about my secret admire, my resolutions, the songs that I like and why, whatever memories.
I was so eager to read what my Teacher Lin would write back to us. I love writing too. I kept those journal like a sacred diary, didn’t dare to leave it in our desk drawer as I was afraid boys (they were naughty) would find and read it. LOL.
Well, most of the things I wrote were about friends and boy[s]. HAHA. What do you expect, I was 14!
Anyway, the things about that boy I once liked, I shared it with a friend I considered as “best” friend. She knew everything about my feeling towards that boy. My. My. I told her everything that I wrote in my journal. In that year, from May to Nov (It was the 2nd semester, I think), my stories were concerned about him.
Coming to the end of the semester, I was too busy with the ko-q activities, I was in choir, in banner painting, in sports, in camporee (I was so into this boy, I liked him but I didn’t approach him at all, but still I liked him!) and then, guess what, my then “best” friend had matched that boy to somebody else. And I heard about this from someone else. I was so sad at that time. Frustrated, luckily I was too active to dwell on that thing. I was not in love with him pun, it’s not a break up.
But, I mean how could her! (It hurts till today, I guess. LOL).
I couldn’t be mad at her though, she’s a friend. I couldn’t blame anyone either, it’s feeling we’re talking about, nobody could force this kind of thing to happen.
But, in form two, what do you expect. HEHE.
So, there it is.