Go easy on Love
She probably didn't know what happened to him. She might have heard rumours that something happened to him. She might have gone to see him but she did not. She didn't want to. But she might have been traumatised too. She might have been suffering in guilt. She might not have known what to do. She wasn't wrong. Neither was he. But who is to define right and wrong in the first place?
We were in the same losing team that got thrashed by a far superior team. My fitness failed me as Dengue fever worn me down at that point of my life. I will also remember how the very next day, my anus outgrown itself and emerged from my crack, only to be undone by the surgical knife of Singapore General Hospital that following night, which left me bleeding from my anus the next 3 weeks. I will also always remember how unexpected and how unlucky was that. Never did I knew, there was another story at that particular episode. And that was L who lost his mind over some girl.
I never really knew him, and we were less than acquaintances. But his episode wasn't the first i encountered and it wasn't the most serious that i've known. Losing his mind, means being admitted to hospital, and saying certain content in a calm, composed manner that frightens people. He seemed like a normal person. It is always unnerving when abnormal things happen to very normal people. Unrequited love is something humans struggle to handle.
I had a mission on a day where i knew not my future lie. I was still suffering the repercussions of the atrocities of my academic failure. I wanted to confess my love for a girl, and i wanted to stay in that school. Both didn't happen.
I stared at photos taken between me and that girl in another school's library during lectures, I sent loads of SMS, only to receive laconic replies. I was drowning in my sorrow in my own world in another place thinking about something that cannot happen. So when she got hooked up with somebody whom i think sucked big time. I was like, ' fuck you slut'. It was the end of that unrequited love. I will laugh at myself for my inmaturity and innocence today at that incident. She was a nice girl, and that guy wasn't that bad after all.
L's probably lying on his bed thinking only about her. She's probably asleep by now. Love is really about life and death, something people succumb to, something people can't live with.
That day i remembered holding my friend's mother hand at the funeral. She was crying uncontrollably, some friends around me quietly sobbed. My teachers were crying too. He was such a fine young man. I always recalled it was August, i was singing national songs with him. Our arms on each other's shoulders. The holidays came. One word by the girl put an end to his life. Love got the better of him. 2001. A terrible holiday. A great loss.
Let's hope L recovers from this. Cos love can really make people do crazy things. And it does make people go crazy.
Love is still arguably the greatest thing on earth, but be easy about it.
We were in the same losing team that got thrashed by a far superior team. My fitness failed me as Dengue fever worn me down at that point of my life. I will also remember how the very next day, my anus outgrown itself and emerged from my crack, only to be undone by the surgical knife of Singapore General Hospital that following night, which left me bleeding from my anus the next 3 weeks. I will also always remember how unexpected and how unlucky was that. Never did I knew, there was another story at that particular episode. And that was L who lost his mind over some girl.
I never really knew him, and we were less than acquaintances. But his episode wasn't the first i encountered and it wasn't the most serious that i've known. Losing his mind, means being admitted to hospital, and saying certain content in a calm, composed manner that frightens people. He seemed like a normal person. It is always unnerving when abnormal things happen to very normal people. Unrequited love is something humans struggle to handle.
I had a mission on a day where i knew not my future lie. I was still suffering the repercussions of the atrocities of my academic failure. I wanted to confess my love for a girl, and i wanted to stay in that school. Both didn't happen.
I stared at photos taken between me and that girl in another school's library during lectures, I sent loads of SMS, only to receive laconic replies. I was drowning in my sorrow in my own world in another place thinking about something that cannot happen. So when she got hooked up with somebody whom i think sucked big time. I was like, ' fuck you slut'. It was the end of that unrequited love. I will laugh at myself for my inmaturity and innocence today at that incident. She was a nice girl, and that guy wasn't that bad after all.
L's probably lying on his bed thinking only about her. She's probably asleep by now. Love is really about life and death, something people succumb to, something people can't live with.
That day i remembered holding my friend's mother hand at the funeral. She was crying uncontrollably, some friends around me quietly sobbed. My teachers were crying too. He was such a fine young man. I always recalled it was August, i was singing national songs with him. Our arms on each other's shoulders. The holidays came. One word by the girl put an end to his life. Love got the better of him. 2001. A terrible holiday. A great loss.
Let's hope L recovers from this. Cos love can really make people do crazy things. And it does make people go crazy.
Love is still arguably the greatest thing on earth, but be easy about it.
posted by jingli K at 11:40 PM
1 Comments:
yea i just got one.
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