AW And MODs -Petition To Change My Nick

[FAH1223]

I can change it. But I don't feel like it.

[hydrogen]

I can change it. But I don't feel like it.

wow... that's just rude :s

[gurey25]

^ why did you call yourself Amal???

I've explained this a number of times but since this is my last time, I'll do it again.

I came here and i found my name was taken.

So, i went to the next best name: amal Jaber.

I was 8, in class 4, and my heart had just been crushed by a certain teacher. There was this girl i really liked (hindu), her name was Jigna. She used to come and tell me: "hey you are number 1. (In class)" And i really liked her. For some reason, The class teacher never liked me. So he came one day and ordered me to sit with the daughter of the Chief (Or was it Asst. Chief?). Problem is, this girl used to sleep in her school uniform, and she used to wet her bed. She smelt so bad and i felt really bad. I was not sure what my love life would look like - i was a broken man. Then, after such a bad time in class 4, we went to class five when Amal Jaber, an Arab girl, came.

Now, EVERYBODY knew that Amal was beautiful. Her neck was long like that of a giraffe. Her legs were really beautiful. So one day, we were told to come for saturday class. These classes were mainly for practicals (like being taught how to roast maize (home science,) batik and tie and dye (art and craft)) Now the unique thing about these classes is that we were allowed to come in home cloths. This was also the time when those cloths with stuff printed on them (like dollars, yen, giraffes and so on) was very popular and parents found it fashionable to make suits for their kids.

So it was on saturday morning like this: what do i see but Amal Jaber walking in, dressed in one of those kiddish suits. The shirts and shorts with lions and elephants printed on them.

Her THIGHS were so beautiful. Her hands were pure. I went to her home after a few days (3 Kilometers from our home) where i found her drying the utensils outside. That is where i saw an electric kettle for the first time. I was dressed in one of those undersized polo-necks since cloths could only be thrown away when they were torn and not when they were small. She looked at me with shyness; i looked at her and smiled sheepishly. she was 1 year older than me, so guys in class 8 started hitting on her. I changed schools.

Now i've moved on since i've found a nice girl through Snet. I hope the mods will understand my predicament.

Respectfully,

Small Simba

8!!!!

i only started to look at girls when i was 12,
before that they were all icky, maybe i was a late bloomer.

but the wierd coincidence here is that my first crush at 12 was also a jaber, linda jaber
kuwaiti/british mix exotic, i was head over heal in love and follwed her around like a puppy.

[AhlulbaytSoldier]

I want to change my nickname aswell.
Please change in: SomaliaLion

[AmalJaber]

8!!!!

i only started to look at girls when i was 12,
before that they were all icky, maybe i was a late bloomer.

but the wierd coincidence here is that my first crush at 12 was also a jaber, linda jaber
kuwaiti/british mix exotic, i was head over heal in love and follwed her around like a puppy.

My first crush was actually when i was 4/5 (In pre-primary.) I loved that girl with all my heart. I still remember her three names, but her middle name was Ben (Her father's.) Her father was the provincial police officer. So i kept following her like a puppy, but she was in love with an Indian whose name was Gurdeep. So one day i follow them behind the class and let's just say i was not very happy. It wasn't until first grade that i had the courage to fall in love; a crush that lasted till 3rd grade. This girl, Elizabeth, was a class prefect like me...so we felt like the elite in class. She used to send mixed signals, but then one day (still in first grade,) our class teacher was busy and told us to set spelling tests for each other. I asked her to spell the word elephant, but she spelt elefant, and i told her she was wrong. So during breaktime, she was sucking on a sweet. When i asked her to bite me a piece (which was very common,) she said "You rejected my spelling for elephant" and i was so dumb-folded. She could just have given me the generic answer that we were used to: "I have a cough and i don't want to pass it unto you" But actually, that was our only fight for three years - longer than many marriages