1. The boy who lent me his pencil

2011-11-12T05:50:00.001-08:00

It was 1993 , where the city i live in is still raw with technology objects. This time of era is the best because instead of tumblrin , twittering of social networking , we kids go outside and get wise on street. Heck , i still hangout at the playground until i was 14 , that was before i owned my first mobile phone and knew get familiar around miRc.

I was merely 8 years old and i wear sloppyyness as uniform. I swear if we could rewind back time , you could , without a tiny bit of hassle spot me with my sambal-and-ice-cream-covered baju sekolah everyday, except Monday because its assembly day and even that didnt last until the school period is over.If sloppy Joe meet me , he'd be embarrassed of how neat he is compared to me.

I digress.

Anyways , there is this boy in my class whom i absolutely couldnt make out his face nor his name no matter how hard i try to conjure up those memories but what moved me to write about him is because of his one particular action that i managed to fish out from my memory storage.

He was small and skinny as id like to remember him. Big eyes , dark skin, curly puffy hair and has a set of teeth that seem so far apart from each other. He wasnt ugly but he wasnt the type of kid who deserve an "awwww hes so adorable" either.

I supposed me and this boy were bestfriend during primary school. The only tiny bit of memory i can scrap was at this one particular moment where the ketua kelas wanted to jot down my name on the blackboard for being a lil bit too pitchy in the class. But this boy , this boy whom named ive forgotten defended me by saying "Jangan la tulis nama dia , dia kawan baik aku kot , padam la weh" to the ketua kelas.The ketua kelas , despite being a ketua but never more of a pussy , erased my named in fear of getting gang up during recess. That time,when platonic relationship was truly valid , i thanked him by treating him for ice-cream. He loved it , like any kids of our age would.

This boy also always lending me his stationery even when i had alot more fancier set than him. Actually i was in no right to borrow a pencil from him given that my supply is more than enough, however , my logic at that time was

"kalau aku pinjam pencil dia mesti tulisan aku cantik sebab dia tulis pakai pencil tu tulisan dia cantik je"

guess what , my handwriting still sucks ass no matter how expensive the writing tool worth.

So little boy , i know that our path havent been crossed yet , but i wish u all the best!

Sincerely,
The girl who constantly have sambal on her uniform.

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2011-11-11T08:24:00.001-08:00

This blog dedicated to the boy who winked but never approach , the girl who stare but never talk , the man who approached but left , the old lady who cant seemed to recall what she had said, to everyone ive encountered, those who come, go and stay. I write about these random people because i find it interesting to recollect back those tiny bits of memories u have of them and immortalize it into writing. Indelible.

No name mention , only stories of said person.

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1. The boy who lent me his pencil

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