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Monday, November 14, 2005

MissUnderstood. that's me.
Horny? that doesn't sound anything like me!
and it's all that little girl's fault...

it started in mass. there was this shuai guy in front of me, and this little girl next to him. i was lookin all INNOCENT in baby pink and white tee, with jeans. you CANNOT get more average than that.
so we were all kneeling down, and suddenly somebody wolf-whistled.

my eyes flew open, and i think the cute guy thought someone was whistling at him. it wasn't that loud. just extremely clear. so my eyes were open, and i saw him stiffen. he looked to the left- his friends were still praying. he looked in front- still praying. that left only the back( me) and his side.

it was so super obvious that it couldn't be me. i mean, come on, in church?? (not that i'd whistle OUTSIDE of church..) but i could tell that he was dying to turn around. his head twitched to the right, then to the left. then everybody started getting up, so he stole a peek around.

obviously i stared back.he stared for a while( like i'd whistle?!)then he must have decided that it wasn't me. we were getting up when BOTH of us heard the wolf-whistle again. so i turned and stared at the culprit like he did.
oh myyy. the expression of horror on his face... it remains imprinted in my memory.

the wolf- whistler was this little girl, about 6 or 7. and she stared back at him and smiled.oh meeee oh myy.innocence of little children? not in this age.

so HORNNYYY.



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