-=(Sagien)=-

Oh Where Have You Gone

It's been awhile, I know. For that I am sorry. The daily grind didn't come to a single stop up until now.

Last night, I was able to acquire over 9 hours of sleep. It wasn't "all the way" sleep -- that form of sleep is a rarity for me these days. I think I'd think of it more as slightly-impaired sleep. Kind of like the slightly retarded people of days of past.

The meat of the entry will, of course, be a story. But first let me direct your attention to the very beginning.. Yes, they will start coming back, one at a time, after I've examined their lawsuit-free states. Now, on to the story...

The Second Life

Sagien had two lives. One of them consisted of bottle-cap guns, squatter areas and climbing trees. The other was made up of a Catholic all-boy school run by Brothers who didn't have sex. The Brothers were Caucasian, for the most part.

The fact of the matter is, it didn't stay an all-boy school for long. Sagien enjoyed a period of asexual bliss during third and fourth grades. It was during the fifth grade when the school decided to go co-ed and the opposite sex proliferation began.

At first, they were not very attractive, fat(by Third World Nation standards) specimens of the opposite sex. Not until the sixth grade did the confusion of dealing with the opposite sex begin. Enter Christine Ferrer.

It was folk dance presentation season. Before sixth grade, it consisted of dances that required nothing but males to perform. The introduction of females opened up the floodgates to a whole variety of Filipino dances that involved both members of the sexes.

Sagien was always picked by the teachers to be part of the dance presentation. This was a good thing, because being in the group to compete in a dance presentation meant that he got to skip alot of his classes. Since there were only eight girls in the entire sixth grade at the time, they were all required to participate. Sagien, and all his male compatriots, were made to line up in order of height. The girls were made to do the same. As sagien looked across to meet his counterpart, his eyes met Christine's. Damn, he wanted the girl slightly shorter than her. damn.

Sagien tentatively takes her hand, feeling the soft fingertips of a girl he wasn't related to for the first time in his life. The other girl was much hotter, he thought. He's going to have to spend the next two weeks with this thing. He was going to get teased about it too. He'd much rather play with his G.I. Joes.

The next two weeks, sagien and Christine learned the steps of the folk dance together. Sagien got to enjoy her company as he awkwardly places his feet in the wrong parts of the ground, guided by her delicate hand. Girls are so soft and they smell so good...

Over time, they get the dance steps down perfectly. Sagien knew where to put his feet, when to circle around her, and most importantly, when she was going to put her hand out for him to hold on to. All this while feigning disinterest in the girl next to him.

Sagien's class won the competition that year. Mostly because they had more girls in than any other class. So then it was over. He never said anything, or spent any more time with her than what his dancing responsibilities required. And she was gone. Sagien was in the smart kid class. Being new to the school, she was placed in the average class. It wouldn't be til the seventh grade when she'd be in the same class as him. The year he was to leave.

From the time the dance competition was over until Sagien's last day in the Philippines, Christine stayed aloof. She didn't want to get teased either. On that day, she came up to Sagien.

"So you're leaving forever, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"Aww.." and she walked away.

Posted by sagien at March 23, 2005 09:47 PM