The 3G's of Life

Sitting on my table, with a guitar in hand. Have been playing guitar to songs for the past hour, got a little depressed, had a few messages that I ignored, and here I am, posting a blog after what seemed like months.

Wait, it was months before I last came here. Blame my schoolwork. Which I didn't do.

Well, besides for that, life is fine. Except for the 3 G's, which I'm going to reveal right now.

Guys, Girls, Gays.

To get it straight, I'm a guy. And I'm not gay. Hopefully not, that is.

I live in Singapore, thus the terms I'm going to use in this blog might be a little confusing for people in the UK. But I'll try to make it as clear as possible.

Girls

Primary school. That's from 6 years old to 12 years old. I was humorous, and outgoing in a good way. I knew how to make jokes that are appealing, if not lame and that caught the attention of girls to say the least. Went out with some, then just decided to play around. Things got a little hectic when my PSLE (Primary School Leaving Examinations) were around the corner. Before that, lifespans of my relationships were around 1~2 months before I got too irritated. Don't get me wrong, I always tried to break as gently as possible.

My relatives are all mainly girls, and 'mainly' is an understatement. When I was still in Primary School, I didn't have a single boy in the family to play with. Only now that I'm in Secondary School do I have a younger male sibling. Back to my family. I was taught at a very early age to be a gentleman, open the door for girls, let them go first, blah blah. So, yes, I was charming in that manner.

When the Exams were around the corner, I had a GF, Let's call her Chloe. And it had been going on for around 3 months, which was pretty good. We went out, shared laughs, ate together. Kissing was out of the question at that time, neither of us felt comfortable going too fast, which was fine for me. During the exams, we did practically everything together, studying, sports (okay, i agree that this wasn't something we could do a lot together) and mainly just having fun.

Exams passed. Before we got back our results, we had to fill in a slip to choose the Secondary School you would like to go. Chloe wanted me to go with her to the same school, and naturally, I agreed. I had filled that particular school as my first choice, and passed the list to my parents. They, however, had plans of their own, which I did not realise until it was too late.

Mid October, we got back our results. I got 253, which was a decent score, and we both could get into that school. However, when the teacher told us the school we could go, I was sent to a Boy's school. I had no idea how that happened, but knew it was all my parents' doing. They hated how I kept staying out late, and blamed my falling grades on the relationship.

Chloe was so happy we were going to the same school. She was elated. I was just there, a void of feelings. How was I going to break the news to her? I really didn't know how to. However, I had to get it off my chest fast. I told her on the spot. She was shocked. Almost broke down. Walked away. That was all I could describe at that moment of time.

Next thing I knew, I was comforting a girl in my class that failed to get into the school she wished to go to. It was at the canteen, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. I was patting her back, and handing her tissue for her to wipe her tears with. She said 'Thanks' and smiled at me.

Every night, Chloe and I will call each other. It was an unspoken pact, if for one reason or another the other didn't call, the other must remember. So that night she didn't call me, and I took the initiative and called her. She didn't pick up. I sent her a message, apologizing profusely. Answered with a text message

: ' i h8 u 4ever'

Had no idea what happened. It was just a school. Not as if we couldn't meet up after school for meals or anything. Then, her friend called me and said she saw me comforting the girl. Apparently, Chloe thought I dumped her and went after someone else. I tried to explain to Chloe, even going to her house just to explain it to her. She wouldn't accept my explanation, and refused to even answer my phone calls. At school, things were even more hellish. She told all the girls in my class I cheated on her, and I was definitely 'Black-listed'. The boys laughed it off, and acted as if nothing happened. However, Chloe never ever forgotten that. Till today. Couldn't even reach her now. Changed her phone number and told nobody to tell me.

So that was exactly how I remembered my last few days in school. Not very pleasant memories to say the least.

Guys

That was exactly how my troubles started. In a Boy's School. Superiority was everything. I was placed in the art class because of my talent in art, (Believe it or not?) and my class was basically mixed talents. Some good in sports, others music. Despite playing Guitar, I hated the idea of playing another musical instrument, music was out. Sports? At that moment of time, I had 2 left legs. Trust me, I could trip over my legs playing soccer. The only sport I was good in was Badminton, for I was in the Badminton team in Primary school. However, I missed the trials. So sports was out. Or so I thought.

After having no luck with badminton for a while, I was playing basketball in the court when the Basketball In charge teacher walked over and asked me whether I was interested in joining Basketball. So I finally had a stroke of luck. Or so I thought.

Basketball training was every day with exception of Saturday and Sunday.

So, I'm considered tall in my class. 6 Feet tall. One of the tallest in the team, and thus I was always picked to play for games. Basketball caused me to have bruises all over the place, and occasionally with finger injuries. Now, the boys in the team.. are fine. Except that in a boy's school, privacy is at all time low. Lower than that in fact. They walk around in the gym stark naked. Moving on out of this topic…

Classmates. I don't like people who are arrogant, and lots of people in my class are arrogant, espacially the blacks. I got racist. 'Nuff said.

Gays

When the topic of Gays pop out, you'll expect me to tell you that there are none in my small class of 33. But no, we have 3. 3 out of 33. How ****ing unlucky is that!?

I always try to ignore them. They were good for a laugh, but other than that, I try to stay out of their way as much as possible. However, in the last few months, things got out of hand. I was shifted right next to one. And his actions were very.. disturbing. He had clear intentions, and I begged my form teacher to move me away from him. He finally agreed.

I think my balls had shrunk after that encounter.

That's about it. I always thought life in Secondary School would be so much easier compared to Primary School. Guess not.

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