WARNING: the following images do not represent what exactly happen in my life. Please do not attempt, believe, judge or reenact any of the activities in the images. Viewer discretion is advised.

Every protagonist has a story. And as the protagonist of my own story, I present to you the story of my life!!

Just like most people, I arrive in this world by bird (those unlucky few who weren’t , were picked up by their mother at the dumpster). And was carried by the bird to my mother.

I was a retarded looking kid back in my kindergarten days. I remember that my kindergarten was full of weirdos(or maybe I was the weirdo) and have this super fat guy(like the most fat guy I ever seen in my life during that time) who is my principal. I don’t have much friends back then so I always ended up playing sand and mud by myself.

Something happen in my family towards the end of my kindergarten days, so I have move to a rural village to stay with my grandparents by myself.

I spend around half a year in a rural village living with my grandparents(No school! No work!) It was some of the happiest days of my life, my greatest hobby that time was catching and playing with insect (thinking back what I did to the insect, I was a really CRUEL kid).

Some people like to think about life while bathing, some people like to think about it before they sleep on their bed. For me, I think about my life in the MRT. I like the MRT, it is a place where you can see all kind of people. It is a place where I can ponder and reflect on my life.

My secondary school and JC days is where I met some of my closest friends. It is when I understand what friendship truly means.

Life is too unpredictable to have a big plan. What I want to do now is lie on a patch of grassland relax, listen to some music and ponder about my past. And maybe something will come up. Ultimately, I am who I am today thanks to what happen yesterday.

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