The Monkey Says: One Seven

A long way it has been, 16 years, heck, seems longer when I say it out loud. I barely remember events that has happened, including the one my sister has been telling everyone about.

"Hui Yat used to come home everyday from kindergarten and tell us how many boys looked at her that day. "Today 5 boys looked at me." "

Geeeeez I don't remember shitz about that. I only remember being in mango/lemon class (I couldn't differentiate them, they looked the same to me then), great porridge for lunch and my line-up partner slash best friend slash forever holding hands with him guy called Andrew and that's as far as my kindi memory goes.

Although I do remember grabbing my father's cassettes and then slowly ripping the .. what you call them, those shiny black thingys inside a cassette. Yeah, after I take them out, I would run around with them and my dad would get so mad. Heehee.

There was this one time, my mom was having a glass of orange juice and it was placed on the coffee table, and at that point, conveniently height of coffee table = my height. So in goes the hand, and out, look at the mother, then stick my hand into the glass again, then take it out and giggle. Oh My God if I was my mother I would've flipped but somehow my mom didn't, in fact I remember her laughing (because I was so cute yes peace) at me so ladida.

Maybe due to my excessive hiao-ness or so said by the Sissy, I was shipped off to an all girl primary school and I didn't know no boys except for family friends. Maybe that's how I became a tomboy. Blah, shut up and no, no pictures of me in a boy cut, large t-shirt and trousers that I'm so embarrassed about. I try my best to keep all these pictures hidden in some really hidden place so that even I forget where I hide them bleh.

Playgrounds were a must at 5 pm when I was 8. I'd come home at 7 pm, fringe stuck to my forehead and with 10 new mosquito bites. I remember how I'd come home everyday after the floor is mopped and how the marble floor served as a cooling agent. I'd take my shirt off, fold it nicely and use it as my pillow as I laid there, topless whilst watching some TVB drama on TV2. Ok it only meant I was comfortable in my skin so don't start raising your eyebrow and go "This girl is weird since she was 8!".

I was happy as hell when I turned 13, because yeah, I finally had a -teen behind my age and I was now old. Pffft, I would so smack myself on the head back then but oh well. Ironically, I was quite depressed though, suicidal and all and for what reason, I don't remember! I went to the kitchen once, took the knife, but chickened out and ran to my room and cried instead. Maybe I was under pressure. Hmmmm ... must've been. Yes I was. I'm not a freak I'm not a freak *chants*

My teenage years have been great so far, with new set of friends almost every year <-- I quote my sister, "You have this amazing ability to dump friends."
Heh. I don't know why, but I've yet to find friends I can stick and not get annoyed or have beef with them. It's like a curse, sigh. Also, the teenage years before would be greater if I had not gained a gazillion kilograms in 2006 after finding out chocolates were easy cures. Pffffft.

Gee, I turn 17 in 5 days. That's kinda .. fast.