I was watching this whatever show last weekend, it was about this girl chasing after her crush but got stumped. So I did some calculation and da dang, I had about 10 crushes counting since I was 13years old.

First crush wasn’t totally the deepest. If I am right, it was this chinese male named JG* who looks exactly like a goldfish. (I shall try not to be so mean so I will stop with his looks.) Until now, I don’t know why I liked him, at all. We messaged and guess what was the last message?
“At first I saw you, you look pretty. After seeing you with spectacles, you look like an aunty. We can never be together” WHAT A LOSER! He actually said that in broken english, I edited the whole message. (:

Just imagine me wearing a pair of  big old-fashion glasses with Elvis Presley’s hair. I would gel up my side-burn and curl it on both my cheeks. That’s how I looked when I was secondary one, I thought I was cool. Little wonder why my brother never wanted to introduce me as his sister but as his maid. I was so shameless that I walked up to his friends and introduced myself as Sean’s sister. HAHA!

Love, Yolanda