Mood: Hyper

Oisu, my grand readers~

This is Ms Aya who is excited to play RE: Revelations however since mum is still hogging the TV… Hello! (Waves)

Some time ago, I was in the car and along the way I saw some chickens somewhere in a small field.

It reminded me of a time when I was 7 ~ 9 years old, my dad phoned the house and delightedly announced that he has got a surprise for our family. He said it has to do with ‘pets’.

As a kid, I wanted a dog so of course the news got me riled up and I eagerly awaited my father’s return.

My father was never someone who would come home on time.. sometimes not at all however I trusted he would come home that evening.

True to his promise, my face lit up when I saw his Volvo parked outside our house. I hurried to see what pet he brought to then… be immediately robbed of my happiness.

It was a pair of chickens; a black cock and a brown hen.

For that whole time my mind was whining, “Why chickens!? Why not a puppy!?”

What and how are we to keep these creatures!?

My mother was furious because she thinks such creatures are troublesome and aren’t exactly pet material but my father insisted that he got them from a temple and they bring good luck.

In any case, we reluctantly kept those chickens with us and I tried to treat them like any other pet. You know.. Patting their heads, talking to them and showing some form of affections.

However I felt whatever I did could not reach them as they didn’t seem to understand. They aren’t like dogs in which when you call their names, they’d come over. We couldn’t even think of a name for the chickens.

As days went by, my mother got sick of cleaning after their mess and excrement that she decided to release and let them wander to their disappearance.

I remembered she placed them in a big black plastic bag at our back alley, left untied of course.

Although I did not fancy the chickens because my affections were not returned, I thought I should sneak out and pat them one last time as a parting gift.

When I got out, the black guy was missing and the hen was left.

I noticed she was behaving rather unusually as she had always been active. Instead, she was curled up in the bag and seemed rather scared.

I patted her and for a moment, felt sad that she is being abandoned in this manner.

I went in and later, thought of checking on her again and even wanted to keep her as a pet however by then she was missing.

I never knew what happened and where the pair wandered off. Though one of the neighbor girl kept apologizing to me saying that her father wanted to catch our chickens and cook them.. I’m not sure if that really happened. x_x

The dumb thing we discovered later was that my father actually received those pair of chickens as his wedding gift with his bloody 3rd wife. x_x

… Shitty huh?

Anyway, that’s that.

As a child, we all like to have pets, don’t you think? Commonly we start out with fishes, terrapins and dogs.

What pet did you want as a kid? You tell me.

Baa~ My mum got off the TV so it’s gaming time~

But before I leave this blog to collect virtual dust again…

On a totally unrelated note… ↓

Today I got to finally meet Krayle-chan~

We got to know each other via blogging and for all this time, we kept in touch from time to time through social medias.

At the moment, she’s running for ambassador at the J-Runway store. I think Singaporeans will know about this stuff.

So yea, do check her out here. ^^

… My PS3 is calling.

Toodles~

This is Ms Aya blogging to you in Starbucks! My eyes are on the verge of shutting so here I am, blogging just so I do not doze off in public. Imagine how awkward it’d be!
Although my intention is to write about people and photography, that shall come another time.

For this whole day, I have movies on my mind; 80s to today’s date but mostly reminiscing old school movies such as The Frighteners, Demon Knight, Hardware, Child’s Play and other horror movies.
During my childhood, we used to rent tapes from a store and majority were horror and action movies.

I scarcely remember having any comedy or one of those touching kind of movies. Well apart from Edward Scissorhands and Powder.
Anyway because I was quite young at that time, I could not understand the context for certain movies (eg: Powder. I can only remember a very white and pale man running down the streets and then in an open field, he got struck by lightning).

That said, I’m looking up on Youtube and Wikipedia to get a better understanding on those movies which I could not fathom from long ago. However there are some movies which I could not remember their titles.

I remember there was a movie about a woman escaping to the forest on a unicorn and in the midst, the unicorn fell into a quick sand puddle and was unable to pull out hence died.

Another movie would be along the title of Houses on Terror Track. I tried looking for this movie but can’t seem to find it. Perhaps the title is wrong. Mmm…

It is about this newly weds who wishes to buy a house to start their marriage life. So they were taken by a real estate agent to view the houses in a particular street. They were captivated by the first house they visited however the agent told them that it is haunted and goes into telling the story. The previous husband and wife were possessed and cursed into repeating the same murder scene whereby the husband gets possessed, kills wife and then proceed to hang himself. As the audience, we get to see the flash backs.

After knowing about the incident and sensing the tingles, the newly weds decided to decline and move to see the next house.

In the second house, again they were taken and once more, was told about its residents and gruesome story. The previous family had a daughter who one day found a black monkey and decided to adopt it. However the monkey was mischievous and so evil, it costed the lives of the people in the house while the little girl still sided the monkey despite the misfortunes.

Bothered by such a tale, the newly weds did not want the house and moved to the third.

I cannot remember what is the third tale but after that, the newly weds were very spooked and bend on leaving that neighborhood. The real estate got so desperate and pestered the husband to sign the papers and accept the house.

The agent who was rejected by the weds became so disoriented and insane, stabbed his pen into the husband’s eyes and then chased the wife down the street screaming for her to sign the agreement papers. As the wife was running for her life, she passed by the neighbors yelling for help to realize they were a bunch of psychos carrying out twisted activities such as children bathing in a pool of blood, mowing a corpse and so on.

Well.. This is as much as I remember the movie. Damn, if only I knew what the title is! (Cries)

I’d like to rewatch it someday! (Laughs)

Mm… There is something I would like to point out and be clear though.

Sheep is not a movie buff. I mean — I like movies but would not declare to be a movie buff.

Unlike movie buffs, I do not know all the back scenes and the facts about movies. Sure, I like to talk about movies and listen to what others say however, sometimes people thought of me to be a fanatic and then gets disappointed when I don’t seem to match their wave length.

Well you can say sheep is superficial in many things therefore, I apologize and please don’t have high hopes for me at all.

…

Aah… I’m still in Starbucks. So lonely here. T_T

A very short rant here and a little food for your thought.

I’m pretty sure you have been asked many times on what kind of person you would like to befriend or fall in love with.

There is always this kind of discussion among friends — mostly with girls as guys may be a bit shy or not bothered at all with this sort of talk.

Well generally, we all will answer that we want a person with a good heart, no matter the looks. We may mention more plus sides such as hard working, good at sports and so on however the bottom line is that we all want someone who has virtues and simply — a good heart.

For some of you, just like me may answer differently and that is we want a good looking person along with a good heart; beautiful in the inside as well as the outside.

Now when I give this as my answer, you can pretty much guess how people look at me afterwards.

You’ll get replies like, “No one is perfect. You can’t find a human that flawless. That is so greedy. You only care about the looks…”

Well..

I fail to see why there can only be plain looks BUT good hearted OR beautiful BUT nasty attitude.

Because what I see nowadays are people with not very good looks AND an uglier heart.

If we have that possibility of having an unsightly appearance and an even hideous attitude, there should be a chance we can also find pleasant face and wholesome heart combination.

This quest is not going to be a walk in the park but I think it’s worth while.. And I should start shaping myself to be beautiful in and out to show that it is possible. Because using that whole beauty in the inside is just an excuse for bums not to take care of their body and appearances.

… I may contradict myself on this matter in the future however, for now this is my thinking.

What say you?

Mood: Talkative

Good evening, people.

This is Ms Aya is who selfish at the moment and wishes to babble about her ever ridiculous thoughts.

It’s the kind of post that is filled with ‘me’, ‘I’ and ‘myself’ therefore, if you are one to feel sick reading about another’s ‘should-be’ private thoughts (or attention seeking entry), kindly refrain from proceeding. (Laughs)

Well I should really rethink about the way I am passing my life because at this rate, I don’t see myself standing out among AND with society.

Have you ever felt out of place when you are with people?

I always talk about how I feel left out and all.

Everyone has a group and a role in life whereby they are the protagonist of their life. Of course, we all are our own main characters.

However, I cannot help but to feel that my life is meant to be a mere supporting character.

I’ve never (and not allowed to) stood out in a group as the most liked and favorable individual. I only stood out as the awkward and overly quiet person who doesn’t seem to exist. I was the kind that everyone may applaud to but in the end, they preferred somebody else.

You can also say I’m the kind that plays as the bad guy even though I have no part in anything. It’s like when matters go wrong, the culprit can lie their way out and somehow others will choose them over me.

Mmm.. I think when people want to compare themselves with me, I should answer, “Don’t worry. Even if you lie and resort to despicable means, people will still favor you over me. After all, I am apparently a devil’s child.” (Laughs)

Although weird people do have their charm around things, I seem to only play a role as the ‘syringe’ in which people approach for advice or to dump their sorrows and complaints on.

An example of their start of conversation is something as beneath:

Them: Hey, how are you feeling today?

Me: Not so good. Recently I made a mess and now figuring out how to solve it.

Them: Oh me too. I have this problem bla bla bla, can you help me… bla bla..

Me: (If you wanted to talk about yourself, go right ahead. Don’t have to pretend to care about me as your fucking opening. I’d listen whole heartedly anyway)

When I think about it, I have yet to be able to identify or connect myself with main characters in stories, movies and comics. There are a few Geminis but the endings usually went horrible for them.

At first, I thought I was too proud to have a female idol however, it doesn’t seem to be the case. It’s just that I cannot connect and instead, relate myself to minor and nameless characters.

I realized how minor my stance is among people but I thought to myself, “It is ok not to be the main character after all. As long as I have a role and do good.” I never had a birthday dedicated solely to me as my cousin’s was close to mine so we favored him instead. As for friends, never happened.

(Though I thank Fe and Nic for the effort they made when we went to Cameron Highlands say — 2 or 3 years ago?)

As time flew by, it becomes bothersome… More like boring.

You’d start to measure people by their value and evaluate things that you shouldn’t because you are too bored and neglected.

When you leave a bored kid alone, he or she starts to wander for an adventure.

I had adventures, mostly in the form of thoughts.

People always tell me that I need to begin making friends.. which is utterly funny. If they don’t feel comfortable with me, others will feel the same way towards me. They are always depending on someone else to take care of me.

Everyone is telling me to work hard, go for it and move on. They say they believe I’m not doing enough and am living a comfy life.

I never stop fighting and it’s just that I don’t document my chronicles in every 1 hour to remind everyone of the trouble I’m facing here and there. I don’t on daily basis go to people to let them know I’m sick and suffering because there isn’t much help they can offer. Besides, everyone is too busy and to go right up to ask for pity and credit is a low doing.

Am I sure there aren’t anybody for me out there? While you can say I am incredibly selective with people, I have a reason that is — I have been bothered by creepers before. And at those time, I had no one to help me figure things out as they were busy with relationship issues. So I had to independently solve and come up with precautions.

With that, I learned to be sharper and quick to take preventive actions.

Baa… To have a group of your very own friends.. As Alicia has shared her problem in the previous post, it’s a wonder where do one begin — especially with this age when you are out of high school. What happens when you really lose your roots?

Well we can start from college, university and at our work place..

In which I didn’t get much as I worked in a school filled with married people, children and women. I’ve left the place and now out of touch with them (strangely, some of the kids would contact me just to do them favors such as buying presents, give a lift etc).

Sigh..

I’m so bored.

And since there are still time for me to be walking this earth, I should just write a novel entitled, “Life as a Supporting Character” — in dedication for all those who hold the same feelings and negligence. (Laughs)

Mood: Cheerful

Ya~

For some time now, I have been bundling up my hair in this style. ↓

If I am not mistaken, it’s called the ‘Dumpling’ style — a hairstyle which you may mostly see in Korean and Japanese dramas. You tie it like a bun except that it stands 90 degrees on top on your head and usually, you’ll have your forehead expose. (Laughs)

I kind of admire the girls who look cute and are brave to go out with this hairstyle. They can look adorable like Pebbles from The Flintstones. Personally, I don’t like to reveal my forehead and ears so this style is exclusive for home mode. (Laughs nervously)

My favorite hairstyles are tying in loose braids or a pony tail; preferably scoot to the left side rather than dangling over my back.

However, most of the time I let my hair loose when I go out. Partly because I need to hide my neck tattoo or unwanted people will know my name. ^-^lll

[ . . . ]

What is your favorite hair style and for the guys — what kind of style do you like on girls? Long and feminine? Are you fussy over a boyish look? (Laughs)

Mood: Peaceful

Osu~

Here to give a little spirit to my blog that has gone as dry as the desert!

Last week I was at my brother’s new (and permanent) house. He has just moved in under a month and has settled down himself pretty well.

The renovations are completed, furniture in place and most of the things are functioning as they should be. The only setback would be the crappy phone reception. We can only receive calls at a certain spot. It’s so funny that I can receive calls from the right side of the bed but not the left. It’s even ridiculous that I can get Wi-Fi connection on the left side of the bed but not the right. (Laughs nervously)

We hope this is a temporary issue since the neighborhood is rather new and still developing.

Well, my brother was very quick to hang up our family photos onto his wall.

I was looking at the pictures to notice that they were taken not too long ago — in the sense that they were taken in our 20′s rather than our baby photos (except for the bottom left. I think I was the one who scanned and e-mailed to him last time).

You see, we don’t have many photos from our younger days. Sure we do have an album. But just one album.

We were not from a well-to-do family so owning a camera at that time was impossible. We had to rely on our relatives to take our photos.

In those years, the cameras we used were of course, not the digital type as we are all using today. It was the old fashion camera that has no cheat mode which allows you to inspect and edit the photo and if not to your satisfaction, you can just delete it and retake.

No, no. It was those film cameras that you can only snap with a limited number (usually 30 rounds?) and you get to see the results in a weeks time.

You have to really put on your best smile because each film are precious and nobody at that time will waste their shots on food, shoes and cats. I should think a person who can appear beautiful in film cameras are truly photogenic as there is no digital help.

I won’t go on with the pros and cons about the film camera and the digitals but instead, will tell you an incident from long time ago.

I was 8 ~ 9 years old then. My aunty from Singapore gave my family a camera as a present and it really excited us. It was the first camera we ever had.

We were so excited to take many family photos to fill up our albums however, before we could use it to our hearts’ content, the camera was gone one day.

We could not find it and of course, we were very upset over the lost.

One day, we discovered about my father’s adultery and somehow went to visit his ’2nd wife’ in her condominium.

While my mother was having a talk with this woman over the coffee table, my brother and I were occupied with the things in.. and outside the place. I could not stop staring at the magazines that seemed to be tossed outside the window. I remember I kept pestering my mother to look at it and both the adult women stopped to entertain me.

The woman went on to talk about my father’s bad temper hence the mess outside the window. My mother confirmed to her about his horrible tantrum.

Then, I noticed some familiar objects around the house. I pestered my mother again to have a look at them and indeed, we were shocked to see some of our things in the living hall.

My favorite horse decoration and basket. The woman said she suspected that those decorations were wedding gifts from his ’3rd wife’.

She then told my mother to wait and went in to her room to take something.

She emerged out of the room with a camera in her hand; a camera that looks very similar to ours.

My mother immediately claimed it was hers and the woman sighed. She said my father gave it to her as their honeymoon gift and even took photos with it. She somehow also had a suspicion he wasn’t sincere with the camera.

I am not sure if my mother took it back but all I know is that we did not take any photos thereafter.

My childhood and family photos kind of stopped at 9 years old. I have very few photos of myself when I was 15 and 17; taken from other relative’s camera.

As for the photos that has my father in it, I took it upon myself to censor his face with a black marker pen. I thought it would make my mother happy.. I was a kid lar. -.-

Anyway, although such an unpleasant incident took place, there is nothing to be sore about. Indeed my father caused a chunk of misery for all of us in many ways however, thanks to my brother, we are living a good and happy life now.

We have camera phones, a digital camera, polaroid, GoPro cam and a DSLR — I don’t know what it’s called — That Canon professional kind of camera.. You tell me. (Laughs)

We may not be able to retrieve the lost images but we in the present, we can capture many others. Such as: ↓

(Laughs) My pampered dog.

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Aah, I hope my brother gets a girlfriend quick.. Get married so that he can add more photos to his wall (concrete wall, not Facebook wall!).

[ . . . ]

Do you have any interesting photos from the past? :p

Mood: Blank

When I was a little child, I wanted to be friends with everyone in the world.

When I got into my teen years, I thought it was alright if I could not make friends with everybody so a regular group of friends would be good enough.

I left school with barely a group of friends in my contacts so I talked to myself into believing a handful of friends is more than I’d ever need.

Nothing happened and on I go to dwindle my number to just one. If only I had that one person, perhaps he is all I ever need.

My patience got to me and this made me wonder — could it be? There is no one out there for me?

Well from then on, I chanted to myself, “It’s ok if there is nobody. Just let me be able to live with myself at the very least.”

Every moment, I see my road has been even more deserted and the line is wearing so thin that I can barely follow with my eyes. Somehow, the direction still seems visible. (Laughs nervously)

…

Sheep is just so bored… <´•__•`>

Mood: Fever of ecstasy!

Ya~

It’s me~ !

That girl who doesn’t have interesting stories to share!

Well… It’s true that I am a boring person and to add on that note, I’m a worrywart to the bones. <´•ω•`>

Although some people say I am pretty nonchalant and unaffected about many things, it’s really hard when you aren’t somebody with a fixed personality and pattern, you know.

Anyway, a new habit has started since months ago.

There was one night, I woke up to use the toilet and then went back to bed. I cannot remember if I had switched off the tap water so I got up to check.

It occurred to me, “What if I had forgotten to switch off the tap? It will keep running all night and flood the bathroom and oh gawd, the water bill will be so high!”

Ever since then, that thought haunted me to the point each night when I use the bathroom, after that I would tuck myself in bed and in a minute, get up again to check the sink just in case.

If I do not get up to check right after using the toilet, I wouldn’t dare to sleep at all.

Apart from this paranoia, I am also doing the same practice with my car!

One day I locked my car and just when I was about to leave, I thought to myself, “Imagine if I had not locked my car, who knows what will happen and knowing me, I’m prone to mishaps.”

As you can guess, now whenever I leave my car whether I’ve already locked it, I will walk back just to check that it is really locked. 

Why am I so paranoid when I’m not even an A blood?! <-__->

Then again it could be.. because I am not a perfectionist A blood therefore the worries for O types can be quite careless.

I wonder what stupid ideas will get into my head next…

On another note — I’ve recently got a new tattoo~ ↓

It’s a sunflower, by the way.

Now I have 4 tattoos in total and here’s to hoping it will stop at that number. (Laughs nervously)

Well then, do you have any sort of paranoia as I do?

I think everyone has at least one. (Laughs)

It could be checking your phone for messages to making sure you’ve saved your documents on your pc.

Please allow me to express a matter that seems to be bugging me lately!
I’m sorry I have to do it here because I don’t really have a friend to discuss and unload my rants (it would be cruel of me though, to do this on a friend) so… Here I go!

People always argue about wanting things to be fair and equal, don’t you think? We ask for equal rights, treatment and attention. When it comes to the nation, I understand about wanting fairness however, what about fairness and equality in a small group say, among friends?

There will be times when you are caught in the middle of an argument with your friends. Let’s say your 2 best friends are having qualms while you have no part in it. So you just sit there and listen to both of them go at each other. The next day, one of them approaches you and asks your opinion to see who is right and wrong; which side you are on.

Maybe you pick either one of your friends to side but what if you don’t? What if you stay neutral and want to be friends with both of them despite their resentment with one another?

Perhaps after this, you can tell me how it’s like for you when you get caught in this kind of situation.

As for me, I think that whatever decision I make — I end up being the most hated one, na. O_o

Usually, I stay neutral seeing both parties’ pros and cons yet still accept it. When I do take a side, of course the other one will hate me more than the person I choose to be, somehow.

Anyway, I always believe in being fair and making everything equal in terms of treatment and liking. I always try to find the good side of people to embrace regardless of what others may say.

I thought people are fond a fair minded person however it doesn’t seem to work that way. Instead, I find myself being hated for cultivating this.

When I say I’m on both sides and so, some will try to push me to pick a side while some, they get the impression that I’m being high and mighty about all this. By that, it means that you are too good to be at their level and in a way, looking down at them.

Now what the heck?

Shouldn’t anyone be glad to know somebody who still befriends you no matter what others say about you? Is it wrong not to get influenced by others?

It’s not that I want to sugar up and win everybody’s favor however at the very least, I give chances to them (and myself) to make things right. And should I really dislike a person, it would be a clean cut so clean, it becomes obvious.

Every time I strike out a fair deal, it will last for a while but afterwards, there will still be arguments about who is better and so on.

I guess it’s human nature to strive and desire being above the rest. We always want to win and have the last say.

With that, I come to conclude that people who fight for a fair and equal nation is a bullshit deal. Because even when fairness reigns for some time, people will get greedy and start questioning is there a better way to rule and so on. Humans don’t like to be equal and we all want to be different and unique.

Also we like to have people beneath our standards just to encourage and stroke our egos in order to make ourselves feel extremely good and mighty.

Indeed this is a disgusting sight however, it’s in all of us.

Upsetting , ne?

Well, I don’t really fight my arguments and often let them be which somehow, this attitude of mine pisses people off. I don’t get it though. My life isn’t spectacular and my pace in life is pretty slow yet I get hated. I guess being unaffected and uninfluenced is… Nobody likes a person like this na? *lonely*

On a totally unrelated note, around 4am, I was awaken by my dog and there was a cat near my gate.

I threw my sandals at the cat in attempt to chase it away but it didn’t evade and instead, got hit in the face. I was shocked though. I expected the cat to quickly run away and I really did not mean to hurt it.

Then it climbed on the bushes and remained there. I took a stick and tried to chase it away, for its own good because my dog managed to scratch the cat and well, Auwlithe is a cat murderer.

The cat still did not budged so I locked Auwlithe in the house and took a closer look at the cat. Its lower lips was bleeding and it seemed stuck in the bushes. For a moment, I saw the branch pierced right through the cat’s body and it threw me into a panic state! ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))

I tried to cut off the branch so that I could remove the poor kitty at the same time, it could do more injuries and the cat may retaliate instead.

So I quickly put on my bra and ran out to the other houses in attempt to search for its owner since it had a collar on.

After running up the street, I realized I had no idea which house it belongs to and everyone was sound asleep.

With that, I returned and checked on the injured cat. It was meowing in such a pitiful and painful cry! One by one, I removed the twigs to get a clearer view and what do you know?

The branch did not pierce through the cat’s body! It was just caught in between! Phew.. So glad!
ε-(´∀｀; )

I told the cat to quickly return home because I have to let my dog out and he will not rest until it leaves or dies in his mouth.

However, the cat did not move an inch. Then slowly I realized…

This cat…

Is…

Afraid of heights… -_-lll

It didn’t know how to come down and was so scared, it just clung onto the grill.

Because the bushes were thick, I had to go to the other side of the grill/fence however, it was too high for me to reach the cat. I did climb up, persuade it and patted it but I could not carry the cat down with one hand.

After assuring the cat is tame and will not scratch me, I took a chair, carried and removed the cat from the grill. The minute its paws touched the ground, it quickly ran off.

…

What is this…? x_x

Mood: Chitty Chatty

Kon’ban wa Gorando minna-san!

This is Ms Aya who is here to blog about a random thought that came to mind.

I have no idea what led me to remember this but — Do you remember the first time you’ve ever been bullied in your life?

I think everyone at some point in life had been bullied be it physically or verbally — or at least felt like you were demeaned.

I was recalling and I believe the very first time I got bullied was back in my kindergarten days. I was about 5 ~ 6 years old then and there were these 2 boys who kept bothering me.

At that age, I didn’t know what bully meant or whether I was being bullied. All I knew was each time these 2 boys come close to me, either my hair gets yanked or I find myself kissing the ground.

I did run to my teacher for help and the teacher tried to tell the boys to stop however, my bullies were unfortunately — Japanese and could not understand English.

I remember that they were from a different class but somehow during break time, I always seemed to be their favorite target. The other girls will tell me that they are coming and I will then try to hide or run away from them.

Along these 2 Japanese boys, there was a Japanese girl who was nice and would try to help me at times. When the boys were after me, she would stop and talk to them. During shared lessons, she would show me pictures of Sailormoon and we will try to draw them together.

Despite encountering them regularly, I never actually knew their names. I simply identify them as Shizuka, Giant and Sinyu (Sinyu: the name used in BM translation) characters from the infamous comic, Doraemon.

It was really funny because they really look like the above characters.

The girl always had her hair tied in 2 pony tails either with red or pink balls. Whereas the boys, one of them was chubby and tanned while the other was scrawny and sly looking.

Hence, the impression. ↑

And because of their existence in my kindergarten, it led me to believe that Doraemon was real and could be living somewhere nearby with Nobita. (Laughs nervously)

Anyway, the most prominent memory I had was during a party in the nursery. All the kids were going to get some food (red beans, always red beans) while I strayed off and decided to play with the monkey bars.

As I was swinging from one bar to the other, I felt I wasn’t alone in the playground and before I could confirm that, I felt a strong push and lost my grip.

I fell on my butt and luckily, missed the puddle of mud.

Giant and Sinyu then ran passed laughing and smiling back at me with that victorious looking face. At that time, I have not learned to scold Fuck and Kan Ni Na so, I just sat there with an angry face.

I think that was the last time I’ve seen them as it was the graduation party?

Oh well.. This is the earliest memory I have about getting bullied.

If I can remember before that age, then I can tell you how is it like being a fetus. (Laughs)

So yea..

When was the first time you were bullied?

At what age and was it very bad that it scarred you for life?

Or silly ones that tickles you? XD