Tuesday, June 19, 2007 . 12:37 PM
Labels: stories
I tasted the feeling of love when i was barely 8 years old. How sweet. Aww. I fell in love with my fellow classmate.
We used to sit in pairs. I was sitting with a bitch who was always bullying me. He was sitting behind me. In trying to escape the class bullying, i looked towards the charming little man behind. A Taiwanese, a face of total decency, something that even now i found it almost impossible to find in any local men, or just men in general.
He was so gentle, just so decent. I looked forward to going to school everyday because of his presence. I looked forward to spending time with him even tho it's only in class. In those days, when the guys like the gals, they would 'bully' the girls, ie pull her hair, kick the chair she's sitting (esp when he's sitting behind her), throw staple bullets at her hair or erasers(small ones thankfully), fight, tease her. I prayed hard that ONE day my teacher would actually reshuffle all of us, and put mi to sit beside him, then we could play. We could draw lines dividing our table space, making sure each other doesn't come over to each other's drawn spaces, although deep down inside i wished he would come over and we could pretend as if we don't want each other in our space. What a crazy thing.
By 9 years old, i think we splitted class. And then the crazy girl in love with him fell in love with other charming little men. I had so many 'flings' that i couldn't really remember all of them. So much for falling in love!
Lunch time. gtg. Stories continue later........
