the first time i experienced migraine should be when i was 17 or 18 years old.
i didn't know it was migraine or what the f migraine was. i just had an acute pain in my head, so painful that i felt like crying.
it was a day at school and i stayed in the library to study, like usual. that should be JC2. my usual friends have left and i remembered i tried to leave before 7pm. i had to take bus 99 to clementi interchange and change to number 7 to get back to home at holland. i can already feel my head pounding and was hoping the bus could just zoom by and take me home, QUICK!
then i have to see him in the same queue at clementi interchange, waiting for bus number 7 too. he - the guy who took the same subject combination as me in the whole JC; the guy who talked to me over a plate of fruits at the canteen discussing if he should take art; the guy i've always hope to see when i stayed in school to study at the library; the guy who later came back everyday to school during the school holidays with me to finish up our A Levels Art Coursework; the guy whose water colour painting was better than me and that made me mad; the guy i later fell in love with; travelled all the way to NZ just to see him; and who broke my heart.
he got onto the same bus and sat beside me. we know each other as we have been in the same art class for a year. i didn't think i saw him at the library today, i didn't know where he came from.
he was the first person ever to see me suffering from a migraine. i didn't know what it was so i just said i had a bad headache. so bad that i can't even talk to him properly. he asked what he can do to help. i said " chop off my head, please."
he didn't help me. he can't. he doesn't have a chopper then, and he had to alight as he has reached his stop.
there, my first migraine. the pain is something i can never forget.
reader k | 3/22/2007 04:33:00 PM |
