small world

way back in 9th grade, i had an intense crush on this girl.

problem was, she was in 6th grade.

still, i knew even way back that she was gonna be a hottie.



did i ever mention that i was a dork then? no? well, i feel that i still am at times.



anywho, she had a brother in 4th grade and for some reason looked up to me. i think maybe because i hung out with the cool kids, even if i felt that i was such a dork. he was my ticket to her.

why not go up to her and talk to her, you ask? a few reasons, the first being she was in 6th grade and the next few would be a combination of her being a hottie and me thinking that i was a dork: equals me never ever being able to say anything intelligible. here, try this for size: me and her seated beside each other, and i try to strike up a conversation whilst she looked on intently.

(off tangent, i feel that she too had an interest in me, else she wouldn't be staring so. either that or something was sticking out of me somewhere and though one finds it rude to stare, one cannot help but be fascinated. moving on....)

so i rehearse the words that i'd like to say to her over again in my head and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. what comes out my mouth next is....









"arhem wilya cumin flail mwidmejum sumtimen??"


trust me, it wasn't a pretty sight.


never could get over that.

oh, and i found her in friendster.







and i feel like i'm 9th grade all over again.