He was this short, baby-face, brown boy; very distinct in a class of seven for his loud and somewhat rude remarks. He made me cry on his first day at the centre. From that day on, I steered clear away from this shallow pig and thanked the others who had given him a good brow-beating and words of discipline. He called me a name, metaphor to
But well, we had a fleeting glance of each other the following year and he met my eyes for a few seconds and looked down. Hah! I thought. Feel guilty! That was the only time we've seen each other in that year. And I heard rumours that he was fast joining the ranks of the list of rule-breakers. I heard plenty of disciplinary actions was taken out on him in the next year as well.
It had been years, and I harboured no more grudge. And I tried to be friends (cautiously approaching him, of course, putting up an air of indifferent kindness) with him since he's my classmate and sat behind me (which will be permanent throughout the year). What prompted me was that I heard that he invited himself out with this group of friends, and they left him when he went to the loo. I thought it was pretty mean of them to do that and so, I feel sorry for him. I reckon his image and reputation in school was ruined by his own perverted mind and too-blunt loud crasses when he was 13-14.
Guess what? He made me cry again. This time, we're 16.
Gosh! I felt like a fool. It's just a simple remark that I could've probably misheard even though I was only a few feet away when he said that. After analysing the situation with his testimony that he did NOT say that, I guess I over-reacted. I broke an excuse of being stressed out and his 'suppose' remark triggered the flood of tears. Gee, and I was made to go to the counsellor, since it wouldn't do to have a Class Treasurer crying through the whole period (disrupting the class).
And the fates have it! We saw each other again at the tuition centre. This time, we were rather civil and talk pleasantly with one of the staff members. We were both talking about how he made me cry, and I vehemently retorted, "That was like soooo looong ago. Drop it, will you?" He didn't say it out of spite, that I can tell, but I suppose he was trying to figure me out. Translation: she's a sensitive-trigger flood bath.
FEH. The staff member did tell him that "you should apologise when you make a girl cry" yadda yadda yadda. I thought he (staff member) was nice, although he has pinchy little eyes.
The next day, we found out that he (staff) was a thief. He stole the tuition centre's money e.g. our tuition fees and ran off with it. But miraculously, the centre did install a security camera and he was caught in the act. Luckily, it was not my tuition money he stole, but others. And here I'm thinking of myself! I do sympathise with the others, and I thought he was a nice guy the day before!
You can never tell with a person.
Oh, and what happened to The Naughtiest Boy in School? His attitude was getting better, and he was more considerate and polite, although his swearing would probably never cease and he would always be thinking of porn. He thought he was 'jinxed' when 2 people (including me) was moving abroad to study. That's ridiculous! I told him that and he wondered aloud if I can survive in a foreign country.
"If you can't stand swearing, you'll probably hear even more over there."
And I thought: Gee, did you know that I'm already used to people swearing in front of me (althought not at me - that would be depressing) because of the time I spent hearing you talk? I'm like immunised by you. (Probably :P)
But he did give me a compliment that I still remembered today: "You'll probably do well over there, 'cuz you sorta look like a mat salleh (foreigner or someone with foreign blood)."
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