Who Will Be Her Prince?

"Ahhhh", I signed as I sat down on my computer desk. I could feel my stomach bloated from dinner. I know, I should have eaten that extra piece of meat. We all know how it feels like, when the food is so tastey, you just can't get your fat butt from the table. You just want to eat away. I could feel the skin around my belly tightening as I glared at the computer screen.

I clicked on HmongPride.com, as it was already put on my favorites. You know, I go there so much. I'm like celebrity there. It's like those Hmong parties that you show up; everyone there says hi to you weither or not they know you. Of course, we are Hmong, so it's quite understandable. I typed away my screen name. Lately, I've been thinking of new screen names because I wanted to feel unique and new to HP. But yes, knowing me, even if I were to have a new name, everyone recognizes me. So there's not much use of hiding.

Today was one of those active days on HP. The screen moving at a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. It's like the moments where you're on the freeway right before rush hour. The traffic is nice and thick, but cars are moving. Not like when it is rush hour, cars everywhere, piled up. Bumper to bumper, inching to move on forward. I mean, come on, if we all just stopped moving slowly, traffic would be fine. But out of luck, nobody interesting was on, so I blattered with some new comers.

All of the sudden, a person asked me if I was Peter. "Peter Salavong?" she asked me. I was like, "Yes, that's me." Thinking to myself, probably another one of my many fans on HP. Then again, the name resembled someone I knew. Her screen name reminded me of my Ninja student, Akina. But of course, I was certain that Akina would know who I was, even in desigse. I quickly asked her, "And who are you?" She then told me that I probably don't remember her. She claims that we met a while long ago, but she just hasn't been around lately. I couldn't remember who she was and opening admitted that I forget easily.

There was something special about this girl. Her words were speaking to me. You know, it's like when you're out shopping and you see the perfect clothes. They just jump out at you saying, "Buy me, buy me." She wasn't asking me to buy her, but just something about her charmed me. Catching my interest, somewhere inside my thick skull something clicked. Like those watch that die, replace the battery and everything on the inside slowly kicks in some juice and it ticks again.

Timingly, someone said they were going to sing for us on AsianTown Chat, or better known as ATC. And yes, I just adore singing, especially when it's someone that I could possible get the chance to know or that I know. My HP buddies, me, and her rushed recklessly to ATC. There, I noticed she had a webcam.

What are the chances? First, this stunning soul speaks to me, now I get the chance of a lifetime to view her through the lens of a camera. I sneakly clicked on her webcam. Enlarging it to see better. My mind jumped, only to see her chin. I asked her, "Would you please smile for me?" Oh wow, I thought to myself. She has the most beautiful smile indeed and perfect dimples to go with.

They say, "A lady is only as beautiful as her smile." And as what my eyes could only glance upon, she was truely beautiful. Gorgeous; my mind pondered. In quick stumbling flash, her beauty was gone. And yet, what was left but a swan. Puzzled my heart whined. A swan, the symbol of love and purity. A creature so marvelous. What has happened to this beautiful lady, has she yet turned into a swan? She still continues to speak to me, but in a swan form. Could it be, could I have setted faith upon to meet the tales told in fanasty?

Stumblingly again, she turned back into the beautiful lady that I couldn't steal my eyes from. I just wanted her to continuosly lure me in with her smile, endlessly. As to the fairy tale, Dummy was the Swan Princess of HP. Who will be her prince?