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Montag, April 25, 2005

tonight, i shall tell u an airy-fairy tale.

the boy might have been 16 or 18. The Girl was watching him from her place diagonally across the fastfood outlet. he was with a bunch of frens, whom she presumed were his secondary sch frens becoz they were all in different sch uniform. he has a very animated way of smiling. the big eyes will draw close intensely, the cheeks will blush, the head then tilts at an angle, and the mouth pause into a thin slit. at that instant The Girl was shocked. that head and that mouth belonged to someone else! as if god wanted to assure her of our individuality, the boy didn't follow with what should have been next.

it was that smile, that gesture. they had charm and elegance, while the rest of the face and posture doesn't. they were special.

not so ago, The Girl was reaching the last stage of her age of innocence. she met Pretty Boy. both of them were so playful. but it was all in the spirits of the day! for wat are u at 16 or 17, if not secretly shy and playful.

so many harmless, mischievious (NB: CLEAN) incidences occured btwn them, in the midst of everyone else they knew, if only everyone else had not drifted along like a heartless crowd in town, oblivious to the old man sitting underneath a tree becoz he is blue in the face, or the tissue seller in wheelchair who has not received a single response for the day. but no, nobody knew. well at least, The Girl made sure that none of the people ar'd her knew, and Pretty Boy, being the standard 17 or 18 that he is, gathered everything he could from his "sidekick" and the most remote person connected to The Girl.

sly smiles, charming gestures, undetected eye signals. those were fun, but after a while, The Girl got tired. being the silly schoolgirl that she was, she was tired of all of the girls in sch, and espercially all her frens during watever free time they had, gushing and gossiping and building their myths about Pretty Boy to her. she convinced herself that Pretty Boy can't be anything good. listen to all the wisdom abound about pretty boys! listen to all the wisdom abt flirty and fun pple! and seriously, pretty boys aren't her thing at all.

he continued with more aggressive advances. but one day, The Girl just decided to ignore him totally and forever and ever.

years later, the smile and gesture reminded her of, wat she thot was an embarrassing episode of her life. as she flipped thru' her last diary of 4 or 5 yrs ago, she deconstructed and reconstructed the incidences in her mind again. suddenly she realised, that the myths and so-called wisdom abound about pretty boys isn't true at all. and the embarrassing episode, which cud, i am not saying that was it will, but it might just have that tiniest bit of possibility of changing the next chapter in The Girl's Book, was annexed in her own hands.

what will she do next then?

she shrugs it off, told a friend, and get on with her stuff. her fren, inspired by the tale, decides not to be so kaypoh as to give advices and blahblahblah, and got on with the work on her lappy too.

now, which part is the airy and which part is the fairy tale?

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