eight maids milking or whatever

I'm stumped on eight things. I'm not sure whether I'm shy, defiant or empty. eight years old.I'm not sure I remember who I was when I was eight. she must have been me.I don't know. was it P.2.K or P.2.S? I was in 1.W,but i don't remember P.2 very well. I think that's the year Miss Mpagi hit me so hard (my ears were ringing all afternoon) after I lifted my head to peek when i should have been pretending to nap like everyone else. That might be the year I missed the end of year party 'cause i forgot it was`on thursday, didn't come with my good dress and was too ashamed to party with the other tutted up girls in my red and whites. yup, that's the year my sisters deserted me and made me walk all the way home...alone. I crossed atleast four roads. I was so brave.1998. I finished primary school in 1998. no, first I got a card that was meant for another girl, then I finished primary school. everyone else thought it was mine, but when I looked into that boy's eyes as I thanked him I saw that it was meant for that other girl, not me. 1998. the year I watched my dad tumble off the pedestal I had set him up on. he taught me a lesson that I'm still afraid to learn.18. that's how old I was when I realised that first love does not = forever. I think I loved him. He might have loved me. he still broke my barely legal heart.8 months. I'm jinxed when it comes to eight months. i've never been in a relationship longer than eight months. It always falls apart before we hit nine.8 am. I have to be at work by eight every day. I try so hard, but I'm a lazy bum. doesn't help that the other intern is there at 7:30 am most days.8 snickers bars would be great. that's about shs 10,400. Iwonder if I can afford that tomorrow...2008. done with uni! woo hoo! can barely wait. at the same time I'm shit scared. who is going to want to hire me? I don't know if I can be a serious adult. I long for independence...don't I? and I have to move out and make decisions about what to eat for supper! gasp!two eights. his number has two eights in it. and I am several kinds of crazyI forgot the rules. everyone's been tagged...smellingthecoffee, deg, E, you're it. and because i can't resist, Jaz. haihaihai