beyond my wits.

as i was dropping by my grandma's home, i was cornered in a not-so-bad, but, kinda-not-so-good way. i was followed by an african student as soon as i climbed up the steps at the apartment. so, when we, just had to be so NGAM, same floor, this is how our conversation went like:

hi.

um, hi. *walks hurridly past*

*catches up* whats your name?

um, candice?

do you live here?

*brain frozen, not malfunctioning* yeahh....

where did you come back from? school?

erm, ive graduated.....

oh? how old are you?

17........ *quickly opens the gate and rushes in*

and as he stands by his gate, he finally asks: "is there any way i can text you or call you?"

*brain clicks! Hallelujah!* Actually....... i lost my phone.

oh, ok. so i'll see you around. *walks back into his house*

Phew!