NTU Confessions is a Facebook page whereby anyone can leave creepy, stalkerish messages for someone they don't know but have the hots for or heartwarming stories that sometimes sound too good to be true.

Here's one of them: A rich, ex-doubebag who is all judgmental and flawed, crossed paths with the lowly uncouth girl in Nanyang Technological University.

What happens next is straight out of a Taiwanese and/or Hong Kong drama series and/or movie.

(In case you can't see that, read the full post below:)

"Born into a well-off family and being the only son, I was constantly showered with lots of love and everything money can buy. I never have to worry if people are only friends with me because of my background as everyone in my social circle are well-off too.

Perhaps it’s because I grew up surrounded by these upper class citizens that I could not empathize with the poor. I used to believe that the poor are people who were too lazy to pick themselves up, and same goes for those who did not score well academically. I believed that we deserved everything we have and don’t have because it is only our actions that shape our lives. And while I don’t outwardly bully others, I secretly thought to myself that those who were poor / scored poor grades were bad companies to keep, so I never made an effort to get to know them. Just typing this out makes me disgusted of how ridiculously flawed my thinking was in the past.

But then in the 1st year of NTU, I met this girl. I noticed her existence for all the wrong reasons. Firstly, she is usually dressed in inexpensive T-shirts, shorts and old sandals that looks like it can come apart anytime. Secondly, she always hurried into class late looking frazzled. Thirdly, she doesn’t seem to have much friends and usually sits alone in the corner of the LT. Lastly, she frequently forgot to print her lecture notes and just scribbled on her foolscap. In my mind, she was exactly the kind of person I disrespected: too lazy to groom herself, too lazy to come on time and print her notes. But when the prof announced that she was the highest scorer of a CA in our tutorial class, my impression of her started to change. Perhaps I was wrong about her after all.

In that same class, we were paired up together for a project. I was surprised that she was very friendly and easy to talk to in person. I thought she might be too focused on the project itself or perhaps be a little eccentric (hence the seemingly social outcast status), but we hardly talked about the project when we meet up. I remember laughing to so many of her witty jokes and constantly having the urge to ask her out to the mall or see the movies, anything but doing the project. This was unusual for me as I was generally the focused student who prioritised grades over everything else. Whenever we meet up for the project, we usually get sidetracked and ended up not having much progress, which I secretly enjoyed because it meant that we would have to meet up again. But our meetings are usually cut short and she always said that she has ‘something on’ after two hours or so.

One day, instead of ending our meeting, she told me to come along with her. It turns out that she had been volunteering at several places every week, hence cutting our meetings short and why she was sometimes late to class. In addition to that, she still had to work part-time to provide for her family. Slowly, I found out that her mother had passed away since she was young, her father was wheelchair bound, and her sister hardly comes home those past few months. She eventually confessed to me that she couldn’t hang out with friends in malls simply because she did not have the time or money to do so, and turning down the meetings again and again inevitably led her into being an outcast.

It was only then that I realized how truly faulty my mindset was. Here was a person who was selfless enough to sacrifice her entire leisure time just to make ends meet, thoughtful enough to still volunteer regularly in different organisations, and yet still score well academically. If actions are the only thing that shape our lives and that what we have is what we deserve, then it did not make sense as she did not deserve this life at all. The truth is that there are many external variables beyond our control that can affect our lives favourably or unfavourably, and thus we cannot assume that the unfortunate is that way simply because they don’t make an effort to improve themselves.

It did not take long before I finally conceded to my feelings and asked her out. I could have sworn I saw her eyes shone when I told her how I feel about her, but she was quick to reject me. She cited that we were from different worlds and that kind of incompatibility transcends into various aspects of lives, such as our believes and values. Hence we would never make sense. But I fought hard for her. Every day, I would slip handwritten letters into her locker, asking more about her life and trying to see the world through her eyes. Every week, I would ask her out to movies and malls. It took a long while before she finally accepted my invitations, but she insisted on paying for her share. I would gladly let her pay for her share, only to slip in the money back into her bag by the end of the day. She would find out of course, and we would have this whole ‘argument’ about who should be paying. Usually it will be decided by ridiculous games of coin tosses and rock-paper-scissors.

I still remembered the first time we held hands on the way back home from class, our first kiss in front of the corridor outside her house, the fluidity of her movements when we danced to Frank Sinatra’s ‘New York, New York’ in my bedroom. But then it happened. One day, she felt severe abdominal pain and was hospitalized, only to find out that one of her kidneys had failed. Her father and I immediately tested if we were suitable donors, but fate was cruel. It took her two years before she found a suitable donor. Over these two years, I would come along with her during her dialysis and tried entertaining her with my second-rate sense of humour. No longer could she work physically strenuous part-time jobs like waitressing, nor could she volunteer as regularly as she had before. The latter was something that she always felt down about, and my heart broke every time she said she missed the smile of the kids at the organisations she volunteered in.

It’s been seven years since we first met, and how things have changed. For one, we have been married for two years and is expecting our first child soon. Her sister had turned over a new leaf and has recently found employment. Her father – sharing the incredible wits of his daughter – has become close friends with my own parents and lives with us now. Thinking back, I should be extremely thankful to Professor T** for pairing us up in the group project seven years ago. If not for him, I may not have realized that the love of my life had been seated behind me in LT17 all along. "

Social Development Network, please find the professor and give him a job now.

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