A Thousand Miles

Friday, June 19, 2009

"Ruthless Fight" @ 1:21 PM

Today, I had a fight with Harvey in class. It was on BM subject. Teacher was busy marking the papers, counting the marks. Half of the class gathered around her, anticipated to know their scores and their friend's.

Harvey, Chun Keong, Guang Wei and I we're gathered at a spot at the left-front side of the class, playing, chit-chatting. It all happened when I saw Chun Keong holding hair wax in his hands, scrubbing a bit by bit onto his hair. I too, took some and put in on my hair while chit-chatting. I don't know whose wax it belongs to, and I'm not really that interested to find out who's the owner. So, we kept on chatting blank. All the sudden, Chun Keong took the whole wax (with it's container) and scrubbed it on my hair. I was like, what the? But of coz la, he's just playing, pranking. So i did not take that seriously. Don't know what happened after that. Moments later, Harvey wana take the wax and it's container's cap to close it. I acted fast and took the wax and scrubbed it onto Harvey's hair, a little white wax could be seen. His reaction was like pissed off. Then he said things like "don't make me angry, i tell you, when i angry, i smack then you know". WTh? Bullshit! He know we're just playing, but he took it seriously. What about Chun Keong who did the same to me? Should I be that mad at him too? What about him (Harvey) pushing me before? Not once, but severals. I was, too, unhappy, angry, but I know he was just playing, fooling. Who do he think he is? Won't I be angry too? He even smack me on my right. What I see, what I feel. Is not a heart full with hatreds but pain, and sadness of loosing a friend. Memories of past - of him at the gates, we chated together, in the class, we joked together, we played together, share thoughts. That smack, brought me to a stun. For a second, I saw memories, of the good moments passing in front of my eyes, erased, lost, deleted, gone.
I will and would not forgive him for his action of what he did today. Never. Not till unless he sincerely apologizes. This kind of friend, they we're right. He was a gangster, rubbish, that's what they told me. But I disbelieve and told them that was okay, quite friendly one.

Never expect my last day to be that - tragic. Crusified.

PS: I wrote half of this post in school's computer lab at around 1pm. Continued at midnight, completed at 12.44am.