Drawer of Memories...

I have a little drawer which I keep all sorts of stuff... Well, Bb showed me his 'Box of Secrets' today and it triggered me to take a stroll down memory lane by opening my 'Drawer of Memories'. Really have lots of stuff inside. Hahaha... kind of interesting to read thr the old letters, cards n stuff... The memories stretched as far back as 20 yrs ago? Haha... That's y I'm Grungie.

Not only stuff from my past relationships, but also stuff from my cuzzies, frens and little rascals I used to take care of at the Childcare centre :) Some I dun even rem them (I'm so so so so sorry I've forgotten who u r :( )

There's this little story which I wanna share with my readers... It took place more than 10 yrs ago... Now thinking of it I juz smile... The 男主角 let's call him W ba. I know W when I was 13. He was 3 yrs my senior in school. He's juz like a sweet elder bro n takes gd care of us juniors. He grad den left the school. We were all sad but that's part n parcel of life isn't it? Well, like in those 偶像剧, W n I meet at my relative's wedding... My distant auntie's husband is an officer and W happened to be an officer during NS. So he was present at the wedding for the army style march-in stuff. We exchanged numbers and things started from there...

He's a signed-on officer. We chatted on the phone and he invited me to attend some kind of dinner for his army. I wanted so much to go but my mum is really strict with me that I have curfew at 9pm. I didn't get to go. I was only 16/17 den.

天意弄人。He left SG to UK to further his studies. My heart shattered. I could sense that he felt something for me too. But we were both very young n 'gong-gong' back den. We communicate thr emails n letters. I still rem my JC classmates still teased me abt 'London Boy'. That's the nick they gave W. Haha. He came back during his term break and we meet up. Den left again. Still I didn't have the courage to confess to him that I like him.

I did a very silly thing. From the day he first left SG to UK, I started folding one paper crane each day with the date and a little msg written inside. Planning that by the time the bottle gets filled up, he wld be back n I could give it to him.

One of his term break, he came back to SG again. As usual we met up. He bought me a piggy bank. He said, "Put a $2 note in it everyday. And by the time I come back next time, I will bring u to UK for holiday with me."

Me, "Really?? What if it's not enough??"

W, "Nvm, I will top up the balance for you :)"

Happily I took the piggy bank and religiously 'donating' money to it everyday. We got caught up with life n we email lesser n write even lesser... The piggy bank was filled up but I nv got to see him again...

The bottle of cranes is still there, sitting on my shelf, waiting for the 'owner' which is nowhere to be found...