killjoy

you know how as a kid, your parents always tell you that santa is real in order to keep you from tearing your eyeballs out?or that the toothfairy would visit you if you put your tooth under your pillow so that you'll visit the dentist to get it out? they say things like that so we wouldn't sulk throughout Christmas or get crooked teeth which prevents us from smiling. so i guess we benefit from that.

but in my case. i feel cheated and foolish. for they didn't lie to me for my benefit but for theirs.

okay so,

you know the roller coaster at lagoon?the one with the red indian. yea, when i was bout 4-6 Lesley (the sister) really wanted to ride it but nobody wanted to accompany her. she picked her easiest target. me. she said as it passed the waterfall, i could get diamonds if i stretched my hand out far enough.

yes i admit. i was quite a dimwit. after like 4 rounds of the nauseous ride. i excepted the fact that my hand wasn't long enough so i cried and never went back on since. yea, i blamed myself when i should have killed my evil sister. how nice am i.


when i was younger i always tend to loose my watches. and dad always had to get me a new on or i wouldn't function right. after what seemed like 6 watches long gone, i guess he got fed up and broke.
me : papa, can i get another pokemon watch please?
dad : so expensive. i know how to get you free one. nicer and better some more.
me : really really??how?
dad : come give me your hand
*the stupid girl stretches her hand out*

yea, he bit it.

me : ouch! don't have also! you bluff me!

dad : you must be patient. tomorrow when you wake up sure got one.

i never got my watch.

yes, i loved loved loved barbie dolls when i was little. when the family was in genting, lesley (again) wanted to go down the tremendously long tunnel slide. we had to climb up the tall ladder. nobody (again) wanted to accompany her so she chose her easiest target. me (again). she said that there would be tons of barbie dolls dangling in the slide and i could just grabbed them as i slide down. me being so gullible climbed up the ladder with her. i looked into the slide and saw nothing. just a pitch black tunnel leading to God-knows-where

 yes yes i was scared of the dark. i climbed all the way back down. and also may have kicked some kids in their faces on the way. whoops my bad. but i didn't even thought of strangling Lesley.


do you know on my first halloween. Lesley , yes Lesley, told me that the boogieman was real. and when every kid has their first hallloween he'd pay them a visit. great, just great.

i couldn't sleep the whole night. and since i didn't know what the boogieman actually looked like. i was picturing cruel'la de ville the whole friggin night.

did i mentioned..my dad and lesley once ruined my beauty sleep by rolling over me. several times. it never occurred to them that it may cause my internal bleeding, or brain damage. no wonder i turned out so dumb.

i just realized this the day before my pmr