Blah blah blah!

Dear Readalot,

Hi. This rant is just a bunch of blah blah blahs. Aren't they all?


Once upon a time, I was proud of my childhood. My brother's and I grew up on mashed potatoes, and oats and cereal and all the cool stuff. My father spoilt us. Or so I thought.

You know those cloth diapers? The kind kids soil and they have to wash and reuse? That kind? Yeah.

I bragged and bragged to the staff at my mum's daycare that I didn't use none of that. I was so certain.

Hug Transformer!

Dear Readalot,

I have failed you in a way. I haven't posted anything for over a month. I have an excuse. A good one. What happened was...

I had this conference in Dubai and we were stuck on the plane for like 2 weeks because the door wouldn't open. The pilot started to rap. Then one of the air-hostesses joined with the chorus.