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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha










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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha


dunno very well what to say!! it is a beautifull story..... but why did u find his photos at the end??.... dont understand this part!! i m sorry for u!!!!!!! ^_^ maybe it was a crush very near to love!
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DIZ IS EALLY A LUV AND SAD STORY SORRY





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DIZ IS EALLY A LUV AND SAD STORY SORRY





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DIZ IS EALLY A LUV AND SAD STORY SORRY





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oh man that sux hopefully hell regain his memory and u2 can chill again like u did before .....

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Reofu wrote:

DIZ IS EALLY A LUV AND SAD STORY SORRY





IF DER IS A CONTUNE ILL TELL U.....OK


oh man that sux hopefully hell regain his memory and u2 can chill again like u did before .....



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aichmophobian wrote:

hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha


dunno very well what to say!! it is a beautifull story..... but why did u find his photos at the end??.... dont understand this part!! i m sorry for u!!!!!!! ^_^ maybe it was a crush very near to love!


haha..well, i just did what everybody would do when you get the school magazine..there's always a photo section inside the school magazine right? what i did was going through the senior's photos..he graduated that from high school that year, so he was our senior..frankly, i aws looking for his photos because i missed him!! Silly me, it was just a photo but my face was really red when i looked at it..ahaha!! So, there's such category?
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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha
















i realy like this story im quite impressed at the way u expressed urself...i just got home from the club and still abit tipsy but i swear i thought u were a guy up untill halfway through the story.. (if ur wondering what i meant....i pritty much thuoght u were gay...but i know i was very wrong sorry)....good job very very good..u should write smoe more stuff id like to read it..





p.s. Theres someone for everyone... but only 10% of us find that someone.....keep your head up yo ^^..ur still young :)

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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha
















i realy like this story im quite impressed at the way u expressed urself...i just got home from the club and still abit tipsy but i swear i thought u were a guy up untill halfway through the story.. (if ur wondering what i meant....i pritty much thuoght u were gay...but i know i was very wrong sorry)....good job very very good..u should write smoe more stuff id like to read it..





p.s. Theres someone for everyone... but only 10% of us find that someone.....keep your head up yo ^^..ur still young :)



lol!! Hahaha!! Why did you think i'm a guy? i'm really that un-feminine? haha..actually a lot of people thinks i'm a guy when they know me without looking at my face.Why eh? Can you tell me?
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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha
















i realy like this story im quite impressed at the way u expressed urself...i just got home from the club and still abit tipsy but i swear i thought u were a guy up untill halfway through the story.. (if ur wondering what i meant....i pritty much thuoght u were gay...but i know i was very wrong sorry)....good job very very good..u should write smoe more stuff id like to read it..





p.s. Theres someone for everyone... but only 10% of us find that someone.....keep your head up yo ^^..ur still young :)



lol!! Hahaha!! Why did you think i'm a guy? i'm really that un-feminine? haha..actually a lot of people thinks i'm a guy when they know me without looking at my face.Why eh? Can you tell me?


it has nothing to do with how u sound or how u acted or what eva...actually i just didnt look at ur avitar details 18/F/ al that crap.....also u commented on how u thought these 2 girls were beautiful...so yeh :P..plz no offence ^^




HUGE EDIT - i missread..sorry i dono what im takling about im actually abit..uhghg......tipsy..had to much to drink now and on the forums before i go to bed lol
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hmm..good stories..hahaha..well, my mind went blank..i've never really been in love..wait..is that so? Ahahaha..

Hmm, okay, i'm not sure if this one was what you call love or just a crush..because i've never been in love. You guys tell me, okay?

I was 16 when i transferred to my current school. I got into a good class (dunno why) and i met two spectacled girls who r incredibly smart. But this is not the story of my good class or those two spectacled girls. This is a story of a boy who had his classroom one block away from myself, who is ahead one year of his life from myself. (Is that sentence correct? :sweatingbullets:) Frankly, he was 17. I went to school everyday wearing the same attitude of mine, quiet, shy and naive with a tint of stupidity. And because of this, well, i was never aware of anything around me, haha..Which really confused me..I often wonder, how on earth did i notice him in the first place?

This boy i'm talking about, he was always busy, always knocking at our classroom's door inquiring about this and that, so i assumed that he was a class monitor or something like that. And it looked like my form teacher happened to b his form teacher too. I didn't really think of anything when i first set my eyes upon him. Besides, i was having another problem concerning another guy in my class who seemed to hate me, a lot..ahaha..though i wasn't sure why..because i hardly spoke to him.. But that's another story.

So, this guy came almost everyday to our classroom. And he came so often, i started to notice things about him. Like how his lips broke into a smile when one of my classmate called his name. Or how his hair covered his eyes no matter how he parted it. I guess it couldn't b helped because i was sitting right in front of the classroom due to my shortness (O' Kami-sama, let me b taller..) Soon, to my horror, i started comparing him with my fav Korean hero, Jang Dong-Gun (yeah..what the heck..?) i found him cute and i was amazed at how he can looked so serious but jolly at the same time. How, eh? Still, the story hasn't started yet..Months passed by an the big exams for the fifth grader was around the corner. I was still the same me, but one of the smart, spectacled girl has transferred to another school. I went to school by bus everyday, and i often took a seat where the middle door always opened to the inside of the bus. The driver loved to keep the door open, and i loved the morning breeze that were always coming in from that door, swooshing at my face. Then, one day, when i stepped into the bus, i noticed my favorite seat had been occupied. It was him. I was startled because i never saw him boarding the bus before. I took another seat and dismissed him from my mind.

Ever since that day, i never get that seat in the morning because he was always sitting there. Suddenly, i found myself talking about him to my sister, complaining about my fav seat. One day, my sister came to me. "I saw him. He's cute!"she said. I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. But deep down.."Yeah, he's cute," The next day, he was sitting there again, this time he was wearing his socks! One of his socks almost landed on my head while i was climbing the stairs. Lol, i said. He must have woke up late..I giggled, not because i found it funny, but because i found him even cuter! In the meantime, i got a short note saying 'hey, i think you're cute, i love you.' from beneath my desk which scared the hell out of me..haha...i told you i am stupid.. but i didn't really think about that note because it wasn't from him..hoho..Everyday, he would came running after the moving bus when it was time for us to go home. And, yes, i was always sitting at that fav seat because that was when i would finally b able to enjoy the breeze again. So, everyday, i managed to catch the glimpse of his face when he climbed up the stairs. I didn't know since when my heart started beating very fast each time he showed up, climbing the stairs. I couldn't look at him because my blood would b rushing to my head but i still want to look. He always chose the seat behind me which panicked me so much, i would keep staring wide-eyed, out of the window. Then, he would talk to his friends with his deep voice or fell asleep. I even found his gaping mouth cute..

Then, he stopped boarding the bus. I would say 'nothing,' if you ask me at that time how i feel during his absence but now, looking back, I've been missing him terribly. A few weeks past, and my next year class was determined at the last block. It took me about a fortnight to notice his class was on the ground floor and mine was on the first floor. He suddenly showed up again in the bus. During this time i have stopped denying i like him and hearing his footsteps coming after me every morning was a pure blessing. This happened everyday, i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore, so i told the spectacled girl who have grown to b my friend here. She was horrified, because first, he is Chinese and me, a Malay girl. Secondly, he is a Christian and me, a Muslim. She told me to forget him, but i guess my reaction when he walked pass us at the library one day gave away too much of my feeling, she started encouraging me to take his phone number. i refused to do so. he was such a popular guy and i am just a plain girl. how could it work? And our difference...it's impossible.

One day, i walked ahead of him like i always did. This time, he didn't catch up like he always did. I was depressed but i didn't have the guts to look back. So i continued walking. Soon, i reached my classroom upstairs. The key-guy hadn't arrive yet, so i have to wait outside the classroom. Then, i saw him walking up towards his classroom. He stopped so abruptly and suddenly...he looked up. His gaze met mine for the first and last time in mylife. I felt like i was going to faint right there. The gaze lasted for quite some time and despite my raging heartbeat, i couldn't look away. Then, he broke the eye-contact and just walked up steadily. The first thought that came to my mind was, "He must have thought i'm a ghost or something," because of my fully white attire except for my sarong which is blue in colour. I was teary-eyed. Lol..this is long..you guys must b tired. Sorry..

I decided to take his phone number after that, but i took a whole week piling up my courage to finally really decided to take his phone number. One morning, i took up a piece of paper and a pen and walked down the stairs. 'if he's alone in his classroom, i'll take his phone number. but if he's accompanied by someone, i will forget him,' i said to myself. i had already reach the door of his classroom when a girl looked at me on my face and smiled and enters his classroom. i stood there petrified before walking up the stairs again.

that was the last year for him at school. when i got the school magazine and found his photos, my blood rushed up my head again and my face went red. i had that same sensation until i entered form 6. now, i'm 19 and you know what? This guy who stays at the back of my house where i'm typing this right now still gives me the heartbeat whenever my sister says, "hey! I saw Brian just now! Didn't you?" Weird, i never did..i always miss him. maybe it meant we r not fated to b together. So, my dear friends. tell me, is this what you call love? Or is it just a mere crush? I would really like to know that..

Thanx for reading. Sorry for my boring story.. After all, i've never fall in love..haha
















i realy like this story im quite impressed at the way u expressed urself...i just got home from the club and still abit tipsy but i swear i thought u were a guy up untill halfway through the story.. (if ur wondering what i meant....i pritty much thuoght u were gay...but i know i was very wrong sorry)....good job very very good..u should write smoe more stuff id like to read it..





p.s. Theres someone for everyone... but only 10% of us find that someone.....keep your head up yo ^^..ur still young :)



lol!! Hahaha!! Why did you think i'm a guy? i'm really that un-feminine? haha..actually a lot of people thinks i'm a guy when they know me without looking at my face.Why eh? Can you tell me?


it has nothing to do with how u sound or how u acted or what eva...actually i just didnt look at ur avitar details 18/F/ al that crap.....also u commented on how u thought these 2 girls were beautiful...so yeh :P..plz no offence ^^




HUGE EDIT - i missread..sorry i dono what im takling about im actually abit..uhghg......tipsy..had to much to drink now and on the forums before i go to bed lol


lol..it's okay..i don't mind, hahaha..you should take a bath..hehe
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hmmm love stories... this is mine..i'll make it as short as possible as its a very painful memory.so bear with the way i typed this...
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Honestly, I was walking really slow.. hoping he would catch up on me in case he was still there. When I reached the end of the street, people looked at me confusingly, wondering why I was walking really slow.

Then, I heard this other guy whisper to his friend and said, "Dude, told you there's a funeral."

I was annoyed, really. So I jumped inside the first bus I saw, cursing the human-poser-guy that just passed by me.

'This is stupid', I thought as the jeep went through, 'Fate was on my side? Yeah, right,'

It was a bit traffic that day, so I sat inside the jeep, looking really, really bored. I got more annoyed when the driver asked me whether my boyfriend just broke up with me. I don't know, but my glare made the driver shut up.

This wasn't it. The annoying driver just asked me if I can get off the bus and ride on a different one because his tires got flat or something.. didn't heard him well. He gave my money back and I smirked when I saw that he gave me an extra peso.

''What can I buy with a P1.00? A piece of candy with an ant inside??,'' I whispered laughingly.

Honestly, I felt I was invisible or something, every time I wave for a bus that'll pass by.. the driver will just ignore me.. like I was invisible or something. I almost asked the guard that passed by me if I was invisible or just plain stupid. But I know the guard will look at me like I was a crackpot fool so I just waited for another bus to pass.

3rd bus passed..

5th..

WHAT THE HECK!!

6th..

Finally!! A kind driver noticed how I suffered while waiting for a bus to stop.

It was a bit dark when I entered the bus, the windows were tightly shut, besides, it was like 6:00 PM and the sun's a bit down.

I was about to pay the driver when someone suddenly grabbed my hand and a familiar voice said, "I payed it,"

I couldn't see who he was because of the darkness inside the bus.

I was about to ask him who he was when the driver opened the lights inside the bus.

There.

The person I've been waiting for a while ago.

I saw the same smile I saw an hour ago.

Same voice I heard an hour ago.

He was there, sitting beside me, smiling.

Then, I heard him say, "I thought fate was not on my side today,"


FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems I was reading the story of a book!!!!!! oohhhh soooo cute!!


Waaay... Thanks, a lot. XD
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