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Thursday, September 20, 2007


Unexpected events are coming your way.

Yesterday night,Faizah teased me by saying that I still crushed on Iqbal.I just

said that he can never like me more than a friend.


Today,something terribly extraordinary happened.

It was the English period.We were given this assignment.An assignment

about synonyms.Iqbal was in front of me.Then,since he did not have a

dictionary,he copied Naufal`s [his friend] work.The handwriting was

inscrutable.So,I offered Iqbal my paper.He accepted it.*Note:I

ALLOWED him to take my paper and write the answers down.*

The teacher saw this and kinda scolded Iqbal for copying someone`s

work with his/her permission.Lies.


She was terrible.I was horrified when I saw her take MY paper and

TORE IT.She threw the paper on the floor and it landed underneath my

table.The nerve of that teacher!


I stared at the paper and improvised.If everyone had to hand in the

work,I can`t give her nothing.So,I took out a piece of paper,copied

the questions and started to do the questions again.Oh,I forgot to

mention this.When Iqbal saw MY paper being torn,he flared up.He

was super irate.He then threw a tantrum at the teacher and asked her

angrily why she had to tear MY paper.I mean,he`s the one who should

be punished,not me.And he continued on,with some back-up from his

friends.Iqbal and his friends complained and argued to the teacher

about the mistakes she did as a teacher.The whole class agreed with

the points highlighted by those boys.Even me.Then I noticed that Iqbal

was crying.


A boy.The captain of the rugby team.A counsellor.The Junyuan

Superstar.Crying.In tears.With red in his eyes.


I pitied him.This was all because of MY paper.MY answers.Me.For a

while,I hated myself.Then,the way Iqbal defended me then the class.It

seriously touched my heart.I actually didn`t care about the paper.I had

a new copy.Well,a paper which I scribbled my answers in.Anyway,she

tore her OWN paper.She printed the paper herself using her own paper.

Ahh,who cares about her.

I pushed my chair back,away from the table.Yes,I had the urge to

comfort my ex-crush.I needed to.He`s still my friend.Suddenly,he felt

like a best friend to me.After all,he WAS the first person I saw on the

first day of school.I just sat beside him and put my hand on his back.

Stroked his back.Tapped his back.Asking whether he was fine.But he

didn`t give me an answer.Then,I told him that at least he has proven

his point.He executed that very perfectly.He only nodded.I smiled

unsincerely because I know he was going to have to accept the

punishments I am supposed to get.Why me?Well,I was the one who

allowed him to copy.I`m in the wrong.But he stood up for me.For a

paper.For the class.For his dignity.That was very noble of him.


She wanted to see Iqbal and Naufal after class.Punishment probably.


I felt scared.For him.But luckily,I could concentrate.I got a 39/40 for

F & N.Highest currently in the class.But I still felt so scared.And it`s

all because of me.Momentarily,Naufal came back.I asked him worriedly

what had happened.


He said that the teacher cried,both of them did not get any punishments

and the English lessons would continue as per normal.I was relieved.

At least they were not punished.At the end of the lesson,I moved to the

next room to check on the other half of the class.There he was.He looked

as though nothing had happened.I waited for a while and asked Mumtaz

to accompany me say thanks to him.She agreed.We went near him when

he was alone.I stood beside him and said 'thanks' and I admitted to him

that he was totally brave to stand up for me and the class.He only agreed

and before leaving,I said thanks again.Suddenly,I felt like I was in love

all over again.


But I can`t.I do have a crush on someone else.But,Iqbal had stolen my

heart.Iqbal likes someone else.The guy that I used to like and have

treated as a friend for all this time had made me fall for him again.Maybe

God wants me to see how Iqbal can be a great person,despite his flaws

and imperfections.But,what about the other guy?

Can I assume that he has some sort of feeling for me?But,he likes someone else.He`s a playboy.He deserves

better.Am I the one for him?

Maybe I shouldn`t perasan.I am considered 'imperfect' .

I love him.Should I really continue loving him? I have this feeling that if I still crush on him,I`ll end up hurt.Broken.What should I do?