Spring cleaning today. Sometimes I wish I live in a shoebox or that my grandpa owns hotels or I've got Bill Gates as my daddy. Then my hands wont know a day's worth of scrubbing, cleaning and clearing.

While I was digging through the pile of books I've accumulated, a bunch of letters and torn albums fell out as well. (And I had to give away the Enid Blyton collection coz my mama is "through wv my growing pile of books"....Damn! I was hoping to save it for my kids~ -_-'')

But the bunch of letters transports me straight back to siglap days. Jokers, laughter, girls, letters, teachers. When you have letter passing during boring lessons, jokers for classmates and a form teacher who's passion's in jokes, days just fly by. Of all things to invent, they should have invented a time controller.

Letters aside, the torn album's full of my baby photos. Apparently, its taken during my 1st birthday. From my clueless little face, its obvious I cant make out what to do with the testerone around me. So many other little faces peeping at the two humogous cakes. And there were shots of my very pregnant mama and very young papa carrying me between them.

For awhile, I thought about not having a sickening little brother to vie for my parent's attention with me. Life would have been so much better. I get all the attention and pampering. But then I will become an asshole like that devil's spawn I have to call brother.

But then, I cant deny the childhood I had was enjoyable. And I scream like a banshee when I fell....that was hell for my parents....lolz!

Anyway sat's party who wans to go plz do drop me line! Date me!


I'm waiting...................