ignorance.is.a.feminine.virtue

Memory Lane

So, I feel like blogging again. In the background now, I can hear Zufi and Comot fighting on my bed. Damn...Zufi is really protecting his territory....which is my room....hehehe....

Anyway, I just came back from Hari Raya. Went to Wak Rahmat's house, chatted with Juni and she talked too openly until my parents can hear. Later, all of us went to Wak Milah's house. Me, Juni and Lina sat together and played with Abg Nizar's children. We are already aunties, by the way. Lina refused to accept the fact that she's that old. Well, I'm much older, how do you think I feel? After that, we went our separate ways and my family went to Wak Bedah's house which is at my old place, Bukit Batok West Blk 112.

Going there brought back memories. I grew up there. Lived there for 13 years. I remembered sharing a cramped room with my brother and my things took up 3-quarter of the room. I remembered locking up myself in the room, dress up like one of the Spice Girls, Victoria Addams, and pretended that I look as pretty and sexy as her. I always wear that black mini dress and tried to comb my hair like hers. I was a nobody back then. I tend to be under the influence of others rather than being myself. I tried to be a vain pot, like posh spice, but they were all in vain.

Now, I still just wish that I look like Victoria Beckham. She has a rather awesome bode now...

QueenLiyn@01:01

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