Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Late Night with The Cutest One - Stars...
Editor's Note: I am unable to get colour on this crap. Sorry.
I cannot stand it without colour! -dies-
:(
Welcome to my very own late night talk show with me as your host, naturally.
So yeah, now that there are such things as Facebook and Twitter, I am positive that no one will read my blog even if a notice appear on their dashboard. So it's safe to get in touch with my personal and deeper facet.
Initially this post was to remember all the family and friends who touched my life but something so beautiful happened in the last twenty-four hours that I find it hard not to blog it.
When I was fifteen, that meant that you were much younger or not even conceived of in thought or womb, a team from Novena Church would come to our school to talk to all the Secondary Three students. I am not sure if you know this of me or not but I am a very proud person. Yes, I am conceited. Many a time, I would rather die than step down from my pride. That was then.
So even when I had problems at home, I never let it show in school. Until that one fine day when the religious team came to our school. So when it came to be my turn, it was Father Simon, head of the team. Not sure if it was a fortunate or unfortunate thing up to this day.
Warning: Some of you might have heard this story before and might want to skip it.
So anyway, I thought, "hell no, he ain't gettin' anythin' out from me." God must have been displeased with my haughty attitude because just minutes into the talk saw me tears streaming down my face like a plumber finally managed to loosen the water pipe.
Analyse this:
1. It was lucky that we talked and I cried because I learnt how to cry, reach out for help and ate some humble pie.
2. It was unlucky that we talked and I cried because my pride was crushed. No one has ever seen me cry in agony since Secondary One. My image was tarnished.
Exactly fifteen years later, a young man read me like Father Simon did. It is very exhilarating and scary when someone hits you right on target. You feel liberated that someone understands you and/or what you are going through. You feel trapped that someone knows your weaknesses and there is a chance that he might use it against you.
However, you learn to cry again. You learn to reach out for a hand and/or ear. Best of all, you learn that anguish cannot kill you and so you are stronger by the end of the day.
B-kun, I do not believe in coincidences, I only believe that everything is fated. Thank you for passing by in my life, albeit a fleeting moment like that of Father Simon. Should our paths never cross again, I would like you to know that it was worth every ounce of it.
Dear all, thank you for tuning in to Late Night with the Cutest One. Till then...
Ciao.
posted by Yang @ 1:09 AM
