little big talk.

I just got back from a family gathering. Yes, I have finally attended a family function after a good absence of 2.5 months thanks to Prelims and more mock exams. As usual, my aunts and uncles and grandparents fussed about how "skinny" I have become and my white hair; one of the aunts commented that I should go dye my hair. Oh come on, it's just a few 10-15 strands. I mingled around with them before proceeding to have a chat with my cousins. And like always, both of them were either glued to the console or the laptop. I said "Hi" and fished out my biology. As I was about to tackle a really cumbersome question on the menstrual cycle- damn I hate that portion- little cousin patted me on my shoulder. He gave that queer look and asked "Why are you looking at a picture on the bird?" He was asking me about the previous question on the male reproductive system. If it were other little pesky children, I would had just shooed them off or gave them candy. But you see, little cousin was smart. Very smart and since the both of us were rather close, I felt it duty-bound to explain to him about procreation. Just as I was about to rattle off a series of hormones and processes, he asked me a very interesting question.

"Yang. How do I tell a girl I like her?"
I guess I had looked like a great retard. The question took a couple of seconds before it sank into my cerebum. Just to be sure, I asked him to repeat his question. And that he did.
Now I got worried.
Little cousin came from an all boys' school. The only female associations he could come in contact with are either the dentist or the school's nurse- if any- or the teachers themselves. And mind you, that would hardly fall into the catergory of "girl". I furrowed my brows. Little cousin, smart as always, seemingly read my mind and said this "I met her at the tuition center.". Now things got a little clearer. But then, why me? He had a brother playing the console outside for god's sake!
This was his explanation.
"Remember the other time when you were in daddy's car? A girl waved at you remember and mummy was talking and talking non-stop about it. Even at home. Then last the month when you weren't here for the gathering, someone said that maybe you had a girlfriend. So that' why you were so preoccupied and "not free". Also, they said that based on estimation, the most likely amongst the 3 guys who would go for a girl is you cause you seem to feel like so. Plus, kor kor isn't reliable; he might tell mummy.". Gosh, if this guy doesn't ace his social studies in upper secondary, I will damn well bring a shotgun and barge into the staffroom and give the teacher a piece of my mind.
I was dumbfounded. Seriously. I mean, okay, I DID like a girl once but as you all know, I got burnt. I shan't commend it further.
So I just gazed at him. My mind was at a loss. Then I did like what all the rest would do. I just talked with him. Because surely, this fellow had come to a conclusion already, a method. He just needed a confidant to give him confidence to execute his operation. So I gave him just that. I wished him luck and continued with the progesterone and oestrogen.

I was just thinking afterwards. Perhaps the best time to confess to a girl that you love her may be during April Fool's Day. Because if you got rejected, at least you could laugh at yourself and together with her. That would break the ice of that really awful experience.
Maybe.

I wish little cousin luck; I hope his outcome would be way better than mine. And of course, aunt doesn't know.
Happy Birthday 6. It's a little early. But really, who would know?