Issac Ritz; 23 Years

Hi, my name is Issac Ritz. Correction, my name is Shah Rizal but I started having Issac Ritz as my name when I was 20. I will tell you more about that later. I am 23 this year.

This isn't about me doing any introductions on me.

I was born into this world on 3rd June 1985 at 5 in the evening. And that was when I will start to go through happiness and sufferings.

I was called Shah Rizal.

I stayed at Bukit Timah when I was 5 and enjoyed my stay there till I was 12. I recalled how much fun I had during primary school. I had alot of best friends.

When I was younger, I had to worry about nothing. I was not clogged with sadness. All I ever think about was fun and play.

At the age of 13, I entered Henderson Secondary School. The first three years of school were fruitful. I love Geography and English, and oh, Literature.

Normally, I would score well for these three subjects.

Oh, I remember those days well, because that's when digimon games were invented. I would always bring them to school. But nevertheless, I'm a full-pledged geek!

When I was in secondary three, I had three four best friends; Janet, Adam, Lionel, and Jaka. They were the best of the best.

We went out together, study together, and scored well together.

Then things started flipping for the worst when I was 17.

One of my best friends, Jaka, didn't make it to the O's so I was left with Adam, Lionel and Janet.

Things started to change for the worst. Janet and Adam's friendships worsened! So I had to split my time between Janet and Adam.

But the only good news I had was I passed my N levels with great results for English and Geography.

Then I had my first relationship with a junior of mine. Wait not really.

A Indonesian had a crush on me but I was always playing hard to get with her. In the end when I had a crush with her, she said, "We need more time."

Then came another girl, her best friend. She slipped a letter into my bag and I noticed. I read. And realized that she was the girl for me back then.

But the relationship didn't last as I thought I wasn't ready yet.

And then it was the O's.

Before the O's, something happened.

Adam quarreled with one of our classmates and wanted revenge. So he dragged Lionel and I down. We had to be part of his plan.

In the end, I became the scapegoat. Everyone hated me except for a few.

They scrutinized me. They hated me.

At the final phase of my O' level, I failed my math. And that was a great blow to me. Everyone, especially my best friends were happy because they passed.

My form teacher told me to stay back as she wanted to talk to me. But I wasn't really keen. I ran away from them and went home. I cried.

I was devastated.

What a blow.

Then I had another relationship. We were so in love. That was real love. Let us name the person B. B was very caring towards me and our relationship lasted for 2 years.

We parted because B lied to me big time. B had plans to further studies and didn't inform me till the very last minute; two days before B actually will leave for Australia.

I was very angry with B. Very angry. I didn't want to talk to B.

It was the day when B had to leave at 8 at night.

I was still at home at 5. I couldn't bear to see B leave.

I grabbed my bag and rushed to the airport but when I reached there and called B, B was already in. We rushed to the each other with a glass seperating us.

So we had to pen down what he wanted to say and showed to each other. When I think of it, I felt rather silly because we had phones.

Anyway, B told me to wait for B's return. I waited.

3 months.

Half a year.

8 months.

And then B came back for a short holiday. I was elated.

But B wasn't B anymore. B's changed. And then I realized B was attached.

I met up with B and talked and afterwhich left in a huff.

Then I was left to mend my broken heart for the next 9 months. I fell into depression.

Every other relationships I had then, I didn't tell them about this relationship I had because it was the most hurting but yet the most memorable.

I got into relationships like nobody's business. 2. 3. 4. 5.

I dated alot of people.

Slowly, I regained my ability to face up to reality.

I fall in love with another. This time round, I felt that we had so much love for each other.

Then I realized, .. let's name the person, L, was attached. And I was somehow like the 3rd party. But I didn't want to let go because I had so much love for L.

In the end, L, went with the current and left me stranded mending my broken heart again.

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I went polytechnic and studied Early Childhood but only for 3 months. Then I decided to quit and go ITE instead.

I stuided I.T in ITE. I told myself to work hard and not to be a lazy-bum. I did. I worked hard. i had many friends again.

I had four best friends again, Tommy, Michelle, Constance and Salimie.

Same thing happened again. No need for elaborations.

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2 years later, after N.S, I worked to forget about everything.

Eleven months ago, I fell deeply in love again. This time round, I gave my all yet again. But we contantly had quarrels and alot of downs but that didn't stop us from loving each other.

I remembered the many great times together.

Then we started to fall apart at the last leg of the race.

We broke up.

This isn't a story to get sympathy from you guys.

This isn't a story to tell how pathetic I am.

This is a story of how my 23 years of life revolved.

I am afraid of falling into a deep reverie.

The lights are dimming.

Till its dark.

End.

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