Well, if you met me on the streets, I would probably introduce myself as Jenny. Most of my friends know me by this name. I've had this name for the past 8 years of my life; that was 1 year well before I came to the United States. I was 9 then, fresh from 3rd grade, and my mom and I sat on the airplane staring out the window of cotton dandy clouds. I dreamt....
7 years later, I am doing fine. I am 16 now, my sweet sixteen just passed. I am no longer the innocent, cute face Xiao Yu, Xiao Jenny. I have became a daily with glasses. I've grown to be tall and curvy. I longed to play with my childhood friends, but they are so far away. I still remember the very day when I was at a friend's houes when I was 8. My friends were there too with the boy-friend. He was handsome. We played Princess and Prince. I sat on his back, and he carried me through the hallway, back and forth, back and forth, as I yelled Giddy-Yap! My other friends were my servants. HAHA, those were the days. Each little girl was paired with a little prince who held her. Then we played hide and seek in his apartment. He probably lived on the 18th floor, I remember the aqua colored sky, and the sky was high. We hugged often.

Yet, we were just 8 year olds

Friends whom I've shared conversations with told me they've fallen in love in 3rd grade, and dated-arm in arm. I winced, and flinched-you have no idea. The age of 8 and 9 is so young, any love would be premature and I wouldn't even recognize the relationship as based on love. But it happened, I was told, sparks flew.

I miss the boy very much, but I've grown.
I understood more about the strange emotions of sensations, called "love?" in Junior High. When I was touched on the hand in computer class by a guy name * * * * * * * . (He has cornrows, and he was black) I thought I felt my heart jumped out of its place. We were alone in our aisle. The computer class was Mr. Mussichi? He later got into an accident I believe, and our computer teacher changed, and my seat changed to the center role. Well, the isolation was shared by three people at first. Galit, Him, and I. Galit was my bestest friend at the moment. She was so outgoing and crazy! I loved her! lol. (She is currently in Israel, she moved back this April of 2004. I miss her really much) Then Galit left for a vacation. So me and Him were alone. I thought-oh, nice (Sarcastically) Once we had to do a project on the computer, I didn't understand it. I asked Him. Instead of showing me, he guided the mouse with hand on the bottom and clicked the stuff away on the computer. I thought, oh cool. =D

7th grade was odd enough for me. So and so, the short Italian guy grabbed my attention. Charming, Funny, Genuinue, Smart, and Great. HHAHA, okay. Lovers in crush's eye are perfect human beings. Thinking of him give me the shrugs, because I think he'll be very successful when he grows up. Now I'd rather worry about myself, it's time to stop thinking all of these memories. It is just mesmerizing how time pass by so fast, I am writing to capture how I am feeling right now to be read on in tomorrow.

8th graders in 8th grade were wild, furious, and mostly spellbounded by romantics, and playing fields, and finding love. I was among the victims. My grades slipped significantly, into the upper 80's as I dewelled on liking him, or crushing that.

Glass vase broken, I thought I was into him. He was Chinese. He was tall, muscular, great nose-I find it almost perfect, and he had dreamy eyes. I wasn't enchanted, but I did thought there was something there. New person, I thought it was true with him. Maybe I did understood love, and relationships, but I did not took a step to find out what he felt about me. It was gibberish gossip mixed with anxiety. I was not curious to move on and be crushed by either he didn't like me, or if he did, to take action. Love felt good when you're alone. --or maybe not

By today, feelings had faded, they come and they go, but in the deepest part of me, I wish I can speak to him again, as good friends, if he had been the type of person I thought he was. I had hoped for sensitivity and honesty. I felt he was a cad, a liar, into trickery, mockory, playing the field, and stupidity to smoke -(even though I had never seen him smoke myself, I believed my girlfriends when they said they've seen him smoke) because I like a healthy guy. His looks could not capture my heart because I saw ugliness in him when I heard he smokes. I am prejudice against smoking, and drinking. Maybe we can share sips of wine, but I was prejudice. I still doubtfully think of him as a trick, a lad who's difficult to get along with; my temper, independence and his underlying emotions he still yet to show. Thus, I partially moved on to something greater.

Romance for my heart-- in writing, reading, exercising, feeling healthy-and living well.

Let's begin by exploring the realms of romance!!

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