on friday night-
or in actual fact early saturday morning,i suddenly got tiresome of my books and novels and decided to have a go at my childhood photo albums.
i sneaked into my maid's bedroom and heaved a couple of big sized albums back to my room while sneezing because of the dust.
I NEVER REALISED HOW GOOD OF A CHILDHOOD I HAD TILL THEN.
i wanted them back.
i wonder why some people say teenage years are the best days of our lives.
my favourite pose at 4 seemed to be doing a twist besides my forehead while grinning cheekily at the camera.
i have since advanced to twisting besides my cheek while smiling seductively at the camera-in turn leaving many camera lens broken.
i spent half the time marveling at how thin and slim i look then.
i actually had knobbly knees and deep collarbones!
i was that gawky.
okay,so i wasn't THAT thin but i was thin,
even up till err...11..?
then i started pondering why on earth had my family stopped taking pictures..
because of digital advancements..?
of my dad not being home ALOT of the time..?
of me being too fat and ugly..?
i asked my dad who was reading the papers and he said maybe it was because we haven't been overseas for a long time.
RIGHTT....
well..im off.
toodles
