[It was SO not awesome >.<]

Way back when I was younger (about four, I think), I lived in row housing. That just means that my dad was in the army, so we lived on base, and there were rows of houses placed around a central area (in a square formation), and that area served as everyone's backyard.

Now, during the summer, a few of the families would set up their inflatable pools, and all the kids would play outside in them and such. One summer, we got a new addition to the row housing - a brother (whose name was Mann) and a sister (whose name was Robin). Mann was closer to my age, so we played together one fateful summer day in one of the pools, while my sister and Robin chatted elsewhere.

Mann and I were playing barbies, of course. I was Barbie, and he was Ken. We sat in the tiny pool, not really saying much. And then he said to me, "I think we should kiss."

I frowned at him and asked, "Do you mean the barbies?"

And he said, "No, I mean us."

I stared at him for a bit before jumping out of the pool and running away.

We didn't talk much after that.

...burn....

I think someone should retell the tale of the p.e. teacher and the kermit the frog underwear...

Kermit underwear?? Ooh.

I had the MOST annoying teacher back when I was about 15. Apart from bad teaching skills she also had the worst fashion sense, EVER. Her clothes were all branded but... *shakes head*. So one day, somebody drew a tortoise on the back of her shirt. XD

The irony: She's no longer a teacher. She's a FASHION CONSULTANT in dunnowhichcountry, I forget. ... Wow.

Kermit underwear... eew.

Anyways, mah public mishap: There was this guy from my old school who had rejected me a couple of years ago and since then we've never talked. If we ever happen to walk in the same corridor, I look at the one side of the corridor and he looks at the other (childish epic fail).
Anyways, last Christmas, I went to my old school's Christmas concert and arrived at the school's hall early, so I found a seat. After a while, two kinda old ladies sat next to me. Later on, someone familiar came to talk to them. Yeah. The ladies were his family. I was like "OK, that's not real, I'll hear my alarm clock and wake up". But I didn't. At least, all the seats at the line were taken, so he was standing up for the whole concert- although I felt a bit sorry, I'd have got up if he had sat anywhere near. I pretended to be preoccupied with my cell phone and after a while I thought that if this situation hadn't happened to me but to someone else, I would find it hilarious, so I was laughing descreetely for the rest of the concert.

The worst was after the concert. My family and I walked were leaving and, when getting into the car, I saw the guy somewhere and I hit my head on the car ceiling. Another epic fail.

In my family, we joke around and say that my grandma is psychic. There's some truth to it but not much. She just has this uncanny tendency to say things and they happen.

I must have been in 7th grade when my sister was a senior in high school. It had been raining and she'd come home complaining about the rain or making fun of someone, most likely both.

My grandma told her that she better knock it off or else something was going to happen to her.

My sister ignored my grandma and keep on talking. My grandma told her, "Just watch Stella, you're going to fall off the bus one of these days."

A few days later...Stella, my sister, was getting off the bus to come home. It had been raining the floor was slipper and muddy. She was walking down the steps when she slipped, slid down the steps on her ass, and fell off the bus.

Woah..


I dream stuff and it has about a 15% of happening at some point in the week.

I nearly got hit by a car today.
I HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY, BUT NOOOOOOO.

I was still in the right, and I got hit by a car, on my bike.

There is now a safety speech with my name mentioned every year when to new kiddies come up to middle school now.

XD

Haha, here's an embarassing one.

In 4th grade I started wearing bras, not that's not the funny part.
We had to wear uniforms, white collared shirt, navy blue pants/skirts/shorts. I was wearing shorts and a button up top. I swore I looked so cute because the buttons were little blue flowers and it has a nice navy lining. Yeah, anyway, the morning bell had rang and I stopped playing on the swings and started running to class. One of my friends was calling me so I took a minor short cut. I run up the handicap walkway only to notice that I felt really, really cold. I looked down and my top was completely open.


Yes, I was a 9 yr old flasher.

I think I was the first in my grade to get their monthly gift, as it were. So I forgot protection. bad bad bad.

I was too!

The first time, I thought I was dying!

See, I knew about what it was, so I was okay.





Just my future boyfriend didn't and thought I was.

I was 10, I feared for my very life! We hadn't gottent to the PSI classes yet. I was greatly unaware of what was happening to my body.

I was ten, the month before my 11th birthday, and I was okay.
But the cramps hurt like a wargreymon's rampage.

I was eleven, and I was overseas. I freaked out in the hotel room! And most of the toilets there were disgusting at that time!