Memories of our commuting days, translated…
In high school, the boys and girls are in separate classes, but, you still couldn’t, deny the drives of our puberty, the hormones raging, and, the ride to and from school became, the only times we got, to socialize and interact with the members of the opposite sex. The group of us, adolescent males and females, would often, cast our gazes upon a certain attractive member of the opposite sex, and, enjoy the sweetness of our crushes, or, we’d just, walked up and start up a conversation, to turn it into the possibilities of a teenage love. And, as my classmates and I sat together for lunch, what we’d encountered on our rides to school became a conversation topic.
Li once bumped into a handsome lad from our school who had a guitar, the very next day, she’d withdrawn her membership to the comic club, and enrolled into the guitar club, but, as she’d paid her membership fees, she’d realized, that the hottie was actually, a member of the pop music club! And, she’d not collected her data well enough at all, and can only, blame herself for not checking the facts twice.
not my cartoon…
Feng had, zoomed in on a certain, blue boy for almost a semester, and felt, that the guy always wore his frowns, and would go to and fro unnoticed, and, instinctively, she’d believed, that he’s her type, the literary, writer guy, and that beneath all that depressed looks of his, there’s, that excellent flair of the literary, that exceeded guys her age, along with that hidden talent that’ll only shine through when the timing’s right. In order to find out more about this literary guy, Feng would take the extra half-an-hour ride on the busses, followed him, and tagged along behind me for a bit, and, the guy ended up entering into a slot machine shop, which completely, shattered her fantasies about him. Later on, she’d gotten lost as she tried to find the bus stops, and, didn’t get home until it was, dark, she’d gotten grilled by her mother for it that time too.
As for me, one day, as I was about to get off the bus, I’d found, that I was, short on change, so, I’d, randomly asked a guy with that gentle and kind smile on his face for $10N.T.s, and the very next day, in order to pay this guy back the money I’d borrowed, I’d grabbed on my best friends to come with me, kept my head lowered, as we walked down that scary hallway, where the boys’ classes were located. A ten-dollar coin had, unintentionally, pulled him and me closer, and, after that, we’d started, carrying on conversations on the bus ride together, and, we’d gotten to know one another more by the day, and liked each other more and more too. But, everything stopped here, back then, the college entrance exams, and college life, that, was the final destination we all looked towards.
It’s just, every time I’d recalled that ten dollar coin with the boy, and that feel of, “I really like him” surfaced, I can’t help, but feel in awe, that, is what being young is all about!
Being young, is having the ability, and the willingness, to go for the love you want, and, being young is also being brave, just throwing caution to the wind, to not fear getting shot back if telling someone you like her/him didn’t get the desired effect that you’d wanted. And, we were all, young once…
connecting here, not my photo…
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