I was reading  Noktahhitam’s old post about his childhood (yeah call me a stalker for going through his old posts =p). I don’t remember if I ever responded to the tag, (I deleted my blog over a year ago) . Hahah. My mistake, but I don’t regret it. Anyway, I would consider myself some pretty easy kid in a sense that I was pretty independent. Although, I was a bit naughty when I was little. My mum said I liked to bite people. Even strangers.

I remember once, I was playing with this guy (I think he’s my first or second cousin or some), he’s probably a few years older than me. My mum said I was 3 or 4 at that time, I can’t remember. I remember biting his nipple (LOL!). He seemed stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. After a few seconds tears were coming out of his eyes and he started crying, and then only I released his nipple. HAHAHAHA OMG, come to think of it, I was EVIL!

Funny thing, during my engagement ceremony, my mum introduced him to me, and said, “Ini la yang awak gigit dulu tu”. Yes, public humiliation right there.

I was also a sneaky little brat when I was small. I used to sneak out and wandered around the housing area on my own. Sometimes I played by the ditch. I remembered enjoying all those adventure on my own like I was being all independant. Sometimes I enjoyed watching the older boys playing sepak takraw and I wished they would let me play because I thought I was a boy too. HAHA.

Whatever it is, I was always home by Maghrib. My mum said at that time I was as young as 3 years old!  The neighbours kept scolding my mum for allowing that but she said she couldn’t do anything about it because I had my ways to sneak out behind her! Apparently I continued doing that until I was in my teenage years hahaha.  But, if I imagine my children doing that, DAMN, I’ll be so freaked out! Can you imagine a 3-year-old wandering on the streets alone? I don’t know how the hell am I even alive right now. O.o

Oh, I miss my mum. She can be a pain sometimes, but not anywhere near the pain I’ve given her all my life. She’s the most supportive person I know in my whole entire life. Thank you umi for being an awesome mum. Umi, no matter how old I am now, I will always be your sweet little girl. <3

I was digging through the piles of boxes, looking for a box to put my studio materials. The store area under the stairs where dark and full of spider webs. Small ones big ones, ugly ones, naah.  Then I saw just the perfect box. I tried to reach it with my hands but I couldnt. So I stretched my left leg and tried to take it out using my feet.

Then I felt a tiny mass crawling on my ankle and down to my foot. It’s a spider, I can feel it. A pretty big one. I was so stunned I was afraid to even move. And then, the spider slowly, injected its venom into my foot. I panicked but still couldn’t dare to move my left foot. I was raging, my right leg already kicking. I wanted to get out of here.

“B, there’s a spider! There’s a spider!” I screamed and cried while tapping the floor with my hands and kicking my right leg. My left foot remained still. I could still feel the spider. Eddie came to me and asked what wrong. “There’s a spider, there! My foot! spider, foot!” I pointed. I was crying out of panic. I thought the spider was going to kill me. and then, he said, “Honey, there’s no spider under the blanket,”

I couldn’t believe what he said and started crying louder. He got up to my legs, and swept everything off my legs. “It’s my foot! Left foot!” I screamed.

“Honey, there’s no spider. See, it’s nothing. No spider. Don’t cry, okay?” I opened my eyes and saw that he pushed the blanket to the floor and no spider. I moved my left leg and I felt nothing. Immediately, I stopped crying as I realized it was just a dream. He then pulled the blanket back up, hugged me and we both went back to sleep.