simplicity.

i have absolutely no idea what's wrong with me. i'm going positively bonkers.

okay, anyways, today, we went off to study at singapore post with natalin, huiling and caleen. had loads of fun, and actually managed to do a few sums. key word on few. haha. anyways, we talked a whole lot of bull, as expected, and had a great time wondering through the pasar malam [i'm not too sure how malam is spelt] scouring for food for the girls. speaking of food, i feel like such a glutton today, i really need to get back to my running, i feel like such a fat slob all of a sudden. and i've become very lazy.

anyways, this past week, okay, last week in fact, i've been doing tonnes if thinking, reminiscing, et cetra et cetra. i remembered this one time, when i was about five or six years old, and man, don't i wish to be a kid all over again, simpler times. well this particular night, it was my aunt's house warming, and, well, the pastor gave us some holywater to bless the house. and well, being that young, i drew crosses with my holywater drenched fingeron the cupboards and under the beds. anyways, the significance of "tale" is that, when we were i was [okay, i don't know bout the rest of ya'll], the only demons we had to face were the make-belief ones, the boogeyman, those pesky monsters under the bed, in the closet, whatever, and all you had to do was just crawl into bed with your parents or for me, my grandparents, and you would know that everything would be fine then, cause your superheros were there, always there to save your world. my grandparents, my mama [grandmother] to be exact. all i had to do is just crash in their room, whether on the lumpy old couch or the cold floor, i somehow manage to fall asleep almost instantly. those demons, insecurities caould be easily dealt with and be gone. well, even now at times, tho those problems can't go away overnight. but, now those superheros, my parents that is, aren't there to save the day anymore. their out having... i don't know.. living their own lives; and you're left there to fend for yourself, cold and alone.

anyways, i was digging, and i found some really rad photos of my elder brother, he was so bloody cute then...

from this..

--look at my mom's hair!

to this..

--which is still not half bad.. well, except for that first picture

and to THIS!


all i can say is:
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

hurhur.

he is super muttish now. somehow. tho, sometimes kinda okay. haha.

rambling now. sorry..