Once upon a time, a boy wrote me a story. He penned a story declaring his feelings for me and how hurt he was when I didn’t seem to reciprocate. He then went on to write poems, some cut-n-paste from some Chinese Literary Scholars and Poets. I was greatly amused. But most of all, I wondered, what had I done that made him behaved in such a way?
Once upon a time, a guy climbed up a long flight of stairs with me. He stood behind me all the while and I became kinda irritated. I wondered, there’s enough space for two at the same time, why must he be behind me? Out of exasperation and curiosity, I blurted out to him to walk right beside me instead. To which he confessed, ‘I want to stand behind you so that if ever you fall, I’m right behind to catch you.’ I was gladly surprised when he said that…but unfortunately, he wasn’t the one I desired at that moment in time.
Once upon a time, a guy came over to the hostel to find me. It was the major exams period. I was highly stressed. He told me he jogged from his hall to here as he was on the way. Hmmm…on the way? I didn’t really get what he meant. Anyway, he jogged at a very weird timing of the day, 11.30p.m. He asked me whether I wanted any supper. I told him no, because I wanted to revise and had no appetite for anything. But he insisted. And off he went to get my supper. Funniest thing about this incident was: He jogged all the way back to his hall to get my late night supper, and thereafter he cycled to find me. I guessed, he was a very confused soul. I was confused too. Because his friend kept asking me why he did that. How would I know?
Once upon a time, a guy told me this, ‘I’m going to San Francisco. What would you like me to get you?’ I looked at him and I told him there’s nothing I wanted. He insisted that I said something. But what could I say when there’s nothing I wanted? Maybe I should tell him then, ‘Take me with you!’ Hahaha. Anyway, he was there for a few weeks and when he came back, he really came back with a gift for me! I almost fell from my chair when he told me he wanted to meet me to give me something.
Once upon a time, a guy called me every now and then to ask me about the lectures we attended. The problem here was: I wasn’t the most conscientious student in the cohort. Neither was I the shining star nor potential valedictorian.
Once upon a time, a guy told me things that I felt weird…and asked my friend…things about me, that made her feel pissed to answer for me. He also asked questions that made his friend wondered what’s damn wrong with us. I got irritated, because I didn’t want to be involved in anything that many others see it as fun and wild and exciting. It was a bad time for me, because no one seemed to understand this part. Though we had very similar frequency, I decided that I wasn’t those who enjoyed the thrill of multi-tasking. I decided to go away. Leave me alone.
Once upon a time…there are many more…I guess, there are many choices I have had. But I never decided on any or make a stand on any. Or maybe, by the time I’m fully awake, I realised, that this once upon a time is in far far away land.
Once upon a time, I really had the best of time!
To be continued….