She speaks. Or rather, she writes.

Happy post!! Note : Written on the 12th, internet was too slow for photos. Final paragraph was done today though, Happy Bday Azlan!

It’s the year of pigs and piglets y’all!!!~ That makes me 2
dozen years old! Short one year from a quarter of century! Short 2 years from
sagging boobies! Short 4 years of when I have to be married or I will be
married off! Short 6 years of expected motherhood (shit!~) Short 12 years
before 3 dozen years! Short 31 years before retirement! Short (hopefully) 50
years before death!

 
When I put it that way, I’m really pretty young aren’t I??
Hehahaheheh.

 
Plus, all the ranting become insignificant when I realize
that I am TECHNICALLY a dog. As in born in the year of dogs, being born before
the CNY and all. Which means I should’ve been saying all this LAST year. Which
doesn’t quite make a point, but I’m feeling like typing right now so ignore the
illogical.

 
And I’m technically only 4 years old- adult old that is. The
first 21 years were child old.

 
Oh boy. Is it just me or do you see someone really cracked
up here??

So I had nothing to do and did this:

Birthdays at 2, 4, 5, 6 then jump straight to 19- 24. Either
I was too ugly to be photographed, or the arrival of evil younger brother stole
all attention from the rightful anak
bongsu (Me!) Hehehehe. Then some 14 years later parents realize their tactical
error (sons don’t shower enough love to them) and start lavishing me with
the deserving and fascinated loving worthy of an awesome daughter like me. Me! Me! ME!! MUahAHahAHAHahahAHha

Lesson for today? If you read your sister’s blog, don’t let
her know. Much less kutuk. Hehehe.. The gleeful horns just manifests itself.