While driving down the Federal Highway today, I felt a little turned off by everything on the radio. I feel uneasy when I listen to songs with noisy electric guitar backgrounds. Just like a long electric noise, not like single notes, you know what I mean? Electric strumming? Like one continous Zhhhhhhnnng. Ah shadefakup.
As I was driving, thoughts started permeating my head as it usually does when my mouth is closed for too long (when the radio is on, it opens to sing along).
It’s no surprise that I started thinking of Chee Kiang and how we’ve come to where we are. Like a silly girl, I started smiling to myself and thought, “Hey, my thoughts are quite entertaining.” And so entertained them, I did.
I hope nobody has dirty thoughts at this point.
We’ve actually been living in the same town for 13 years before he left to Singapore for his studies. Only THEN I decided, okay, I’m ready to be in a relationship with him. That’s how we are for the last 5 years. Well, technically we’ve been together for 3.5 years now.
Let’s eliminate the first 3 and 4 years of our lives as I was living in Petaling Jaya and he was up in Penang with his grandparents. We both started living in Subang Jaya in 1990.
While I was attending kindergarten in USJ2, crying when boys stepped on my feet and playing in the sandpit during recess, he was about 2km away in SS19, attending kindergarten with the likes of Nicholas Chan and Chew Sher Lyn. Perhaps we walked pass each other in Subang Parades on weekends while holding onto our parents’ hands, not knowing what we would become one day.
When he attended JMC classes at Yamaha Subang Parade from 1991-1992, I was perhaps sitting there, waiting for my mother to be done teaching a class. We probably saw each other and still, never knew what we would one day become.
Then came primary school and a total of 5 wasted years were spent not knowing each other. Both schools were separated by a single fence and we probably led very different lives. He was the haughty-totty assistant head prefect, going around carrying out orders yet afraid to lose his best friends who were particularly naughty boys (NAMELY CHEW KAY HONG..haha) and I, a goodie two-shoes prefect who carried a UPSR karangan book around to make me feel more at ease with the impending UPSR examinations. Perhaps when the children from both primary schools spilled out into their parents’ cars, we might have crossed paths, not knowing what we would one day become.
Maybe after school once, he defied his school’s communist-ish rules about not crossing over to Titian Emas and Kett Star, two extremely famous stationary shops which catered to both SRSS19 Subang Jaya and SRJK(C) Lick Hung. Perhaps he saw me choosing some stickers there while he bought an ice lolly, crossing paths again, not knowing what we would one day become.
When we finally entered the same school grounds in form1, we sort of noticed each other as how you would with most of your peers whose names you have yet to know. He knew me as that fair and skinny(ok I add myself one, but I was really all bones back then) librarian girl and I always saw a really really really tall (before everyone else had growth spurts) librarian dude with the Lee 911 hair style from the Chinese Stream. If only I knew what we would one day become.
I am however, thankful for that entire year in form2 where we knew of each other’s school-society inclinations and had more things in common to talk about (after meeting in the library while on duty early n the year). He was a die hard Leo member and I was a die hard Interactor. The on-going feud between both clubs never deterred us from being friendly to each other.
As form3 rolled around, we were both given the same projects and duties in our own clubs. We both handled the Valentine’s Project and forced each other to buy something from our respective clubs for each other. He made me buy him some candies from his club and I made him buy me a Message In A Bottle from my club. He wrote an “I love you!” on my card but I knew he was being silly back then and it really meant nothing. If only we knew what we would one day become.
We all know what happened in the middle of form3. No need for me to elaborate. For the noobs, read here.
Upon returning to form4, perhaps someone up there knows what we would become someday, we were put in the same class.
While I enjoyed him as much as I do now back in form4, I was an out right bitch to him in form5.
Over less than year, he left for Singapore to pursue his studies and I realised that I actually really do miss him.
I’ve been missing him ever since. 🙂
Which I had all those years to be around him more than what I am able to afford now.
Long distance sucks major balls.