when i was 9, i thought this one kid in my class to be really cute. his name was Falla. he had two large front teeth (curse you, adult teeth springing among the small babyteeth) and the goofiest, warmest smile.

one day, the girls in class posed a challenge to me. challenge in question - to kiss Falla. now of course, at the tender age of 9, kissing someone of the opposite sex equates to all sorts of yuckiness. and if one were to accomplish such a feat, he/she would be somewhat all sorts of awesome. me being one to never back down from a challenge, immediately came up with a solution to carry out the challenge (albeit, under artistic license).

back in the day, (i mean it when i say) everyone owned a box of Staedtler watercolor pencils and a lame-looking plastic waterbottle. so i took out my red Staedtler, dipped its tip into my waterbottle and started rouging my lips with it. i then tore a small piece of paper (that i could cleverly hide within my little palm) and placed a wet smacker on it. i then walked up to Falla and called out his name before smacking the piece of smackered-up paper onto his cheek, leaving my transferred smacker on his (now reddening) cheek. i believe he looked a little like this when i did so >

of course this caused a whole lot of commotion in class as all the lil 9 yo boys and girls either wagged their fingers or clasped one hand over their mouths as they chanted in unison, 'orhhhh! Syahidah kissed Falla! Syahidah kissed Falla!'

and this in turn, caused Falla to cry and run out of the classroom. this was to be the first time i made a boy cry (second time was when i actually physically injured poor Edward, but that's a story for another time). but well, looking on the bright side, i didn't really make him cry...not even when i smacked his face really hard (to make sure the red smacker landed). the class' taunts did. ah, fun times.

on a different note altogether, this is all sorts of awesome

so tell me, what have You been up to?