Batbun Returns

Sunday, July 3
Chapter One: The Beginning

Every beginning has an end; and every end has a beginning. That is what they say, and that is how life goes. The only thing is; how do you take and cope the beginning and the end throughout life? Everyone takes it differently, everyone move on to a different period when they are done with one, and then never recollect the past. But as for me, I do not possess the ability to do so, or at least so soon in my point changes. I never adapted changes very well every single time life turns its directions.

Primary school, I had a sudden change of friends. Which is kinda hard to cope with too and furthermore it wasn't my decision to actually skipped a year of studies and advancing. Never have I wanted to leave nor proceed, I wanted my own pace in the things I do but it was not for me to decide during that time. In the end, I dwelved into a world of unknown people, but I managed to live through it. I managed to live through the bullying, the outcast and the lonely period. I thought I was done changing; but I was wrong.

Secondary school makes more sense in life. Maybe it was because I was a little more matured back then compared to when I was in primary; things weren't all so great either. I broke a heart, and then my heart got broken. I somewhat believed in karma after that; it made me realise that if you don't want something similiar happen to you, don't do it to others. I'm so sorry for breaking another's heart, and I am glad that my heart was broken so I would know how it feels.

Or so I thought.

Growing. Life is not all about kindness and chances. They are more of taking things away from you and replacing them with a new one; in terms of education, food diet, etc. It changes you, hardens you and taking you into a whole new world everytime you 'level up'.

What I want to write here are not explainations to the things I have done; but instead to the life that I have lived, that I feel I should read again one day and remember how much I missed. It may be nothing to the most of you, but to me it was something; and this something deserves its own story. It might be similiar with some people or differ to some others but all I would say is, if you want to continue reading then just read and not compare or judge anything; it is merely just a story.

This beginning: is not about the beginning of my life; it is the beginning of a relationship which I find, rather peculiar and unique. Abrupt and coincidental, special and normal. How things developed. how it changes the lives for the both of us. How we supported each other in a way that no one would ever understand. Here, the beginning was rather simple and blatant.

She was there, right before me. I was just doing my job, as a commitee member for a certain event here in my campus. I remember clearly; with her white outfit and a funky pink bandana, which captured my eye and questioned me. "Why in the world is someone standing here who is not even a commitee dressed like this?", I asked my friend, who was right beside me and she jeered at me and asked me to stop looking and drooling all over the floor. Which I did, with a whole lot of questions in my head that night.

The next day, on the day of the event, I was on duty guarding and administering a booth. There she was, again, with the same outfit and the same bandana on her head. This time, she was with a guy. I instantly felt that tinge of depression in me. I thought that the guy was her boyfriend.

The next following minutes, they were getting ready near the stage, with a directional mat ( the ones you see on the Dance Dance Revolution machines in arcades, but this one is portable ) and placing it on the floor. I was right, it was that Japanese dance game, and she was going to perform there near the stage, with her boyfriend; which she did and it was mind-blowing. They were playing the game, without even looking on the screen to know which directional buttons they should press and it certainly got all of us amazed, including myself. They danced to it as though as it was a routine, while on the mat itself which caught everyone's attention.

When it was over, everyone clapped. I looked at her; she was tired. The urge to offer her a bottle or a glass of water was there, but obviously I do not know her at all and doing so would make me a douchebag ( or rather a sweet douchebag, depends on how it would happen ). She and her boyfriend packed up and left right after, leaving me with more questions in my mind. I went around after they left to ask about the performance, then I learnt that the 'boyfriend' was no boyfriend at all, it was her own brother! A little glint of hope, I felt.

It was tedious and tiring. I had no idea who she was, what her name was and where she was from. I spent my time searching through Friendster, as Facebook didn't exist yet during those days. It took me quite some time, honestly, to finally find her on Friendster. She had the most unique name I have ever heard or read of in my entire life. Without any hesitation, I messaged her; or rather, smiled at her as what Friendster called it back then.

"hey r u the one in GACC two years ago (or maybe, recently) did that superb dance dance revolution game with your brother or something like that? "

She then replied me.

"yes, it was me! were u there as well?"

Hell yes I was. Well, that was the first time I actually talked to her. The beginning of something far larger than I could have imagined to myself. A memory.

Batbun @ 5:39:00 PM
"Maybe you don't know what is tur kua, but sorry also must exprain."
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Hello Uncle...Bah Chor Mee one. I want chilli plus tur Kwa plus can I watch your CCTV playback of Jeff Lopez...=D