I, Michelle, have guts, bitches !

I told candyboyy. I told him I like him. Okay, so it may not seem like a big deal but it was okay. It was huge thing. For me at least. Ive never done this before. Seriously, Ive never gone up to a boy and confessed my feelings towards him. Not to sound full of myself or anything, but the boys have always been the ones to come up to me. Ive never made the first move before. Ever. So you can see why its such huge accomplishment for me.

I almost didnt tell him. We were walking the same way and he was way ahead of me and surrounded by so many of his friends. Then my driver saw me coming out and drove towards me. When I got into my car, I was like fuck, now Im going to be spending the rest of my life wondering what could have been (yes, I tend to get a little over dramatic at times). Then 10 seconds later, I see him standing alone near this van selling food. I yelled at my driver to stop right there and then but in malay and everyone knows my malay happens to suck.

I hop out of the car and walk to the van and wanted to buy something thinking it wouldnt look as obvious. It was crowded with St.Jo students (St,Joseph is the boys school across the street from mine. I know, why bother having single sex schools if we're still so damn close with the opposite sex. Psh). This one boy was imitating that 018 ad and tells the aunty "mau steeengah glass" but I was too nervous about what I was about to do to laugh.

Eventually I gave up waiting to buy junkfood that I didnt even want and walked towards him. He thought I was just passing by and waved but I marched right up to him. Okay, not exactly I was trying to act all nonchalant even though I was I freaking out inside. I had this whole speech prepared that I had recited over and over again in my head on that day but the moment I was facing him, I completely forgot everything. Hell, I could hardly get the words out okay.

Me: if I tell you something, you promise not to laugh?
Him: okay.
Me: and promise not to tell anyone?
Him: okay.
Me: I *fake cough* you.
Him: *swipes phone out of pocket and asks for my number*

I couldnt say the word 'like' so I thougth okay, just do the whole *cough*like*cough* but me, being the complete idiot that I am, not only forgot to say the most important word that I was trying to cover with fake coughs but I only managed to half cough, so it sounded almost like I was clearing my throat. So it was more like "I ahem you." Wanted to kick myself right there and then. Whenever I feel really nervous or really excited, I tend to feel nauseous which I did but never in my life had I been more happy about feeling like I needed to throw up. (: I was ecstatic.

Am bored of blogging.
Goodbye, people.