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Day5 - Age of 5.
I started kindergarten when I was 5 years old. One of my earliest childhood memories that I could remember. Kindergarten was an interesting time for me. It was the time when I had to begin interfacing more with society and learning how to learn and work with others. It was strange, as up until then I had no real responsibilities and nothing was expected of me.

I remember my grandfather used to fetch me to kindergarten on his bicycle. He would be cycling and I would be at the back holding him and paying attention to all the chicks I could find. And sometimes mum, my auntie and another cousin who's attending the same kindergarten as me would travel by bus. I remember my first day of kindergarten was extremely intimidating, to say the least. I decided that I didn’t want to go to kindergarten. Most kids would've cry or piss on their pants but not me. I was kicking and screaming. I tried to run back home, but my mother caught me. Eventually, she just picked me up and dragged me to the kindergarten. We must have been quite a sight - a mother carrying a wildly thrashing kid screaming and crying at the top of his lungs. Later on, I was sitting in the classroom with the other kids and the teacher. I sniffled, but didn’t cry. After a few minutes I looked around, and started talking and playing with the other kids.

I pity my poor mother for that day. She went home, having left me to the tender mercies of the teacher, filled with guilt and trepidation. She must have felt terrible. When the time finally came to pick me up, she must have been a nervous wreck. Imagine her surprise to see me playing gleefully with the other children, the center of attention. The teacher had introduced us to play this game where every one has to pretend as a rabbit. Only one would be selected as tiger, and the tiger has to run around and catch those rabbits. The one who got caught by the tiger will then switch role and be the tiger. I was making a big mess out of it. I questioned my teacher of being a rabbit "Why must be rabbit? I don't want to be a rabbit, I wanna be a lion and fight with that tiger!". I insisted on being a lion and when the tiger came near me, I Bruce-Lee-Sided-Kick that asshole tiger. What a rebel. Kindergarten was a time of innocence, playful-ness, and cloudy memories of screaming children barely out of their diapers with a teacher almost as bad.

Thing(s) I did on Day 5.
Reflecting Day5 - Age of 5 by "clubbing ( that's 'playing' isnt' it? ) and getting shitty drunk ". Three drinkers with 2 bottles of Chivas. We had it all on-the-rock and I drank most of it, like 1 whole bottle. The other 2 friends didn't drink much, I only wanted to drink and get myself drunk. At least getting drunk I can temporarily forget all the sadness and misery I am going through at the moment.

So I was sitting there enjoying and yam-seng-ing with my friends when all of a sudden comes this walrus of a woman wearing a midriff t-shirt, exposing her flabby disgusting lard-filled gut as she lumbered along. I stood up so I could get a clear shot of her because I was about to barf up my drinks, when I suddenly realized that I was surrounded by nasty fat chicks with giant saggy guts. Every time I see another one of these fat-ass women parading around in some skimpy outfit, it makes me impotent for weeks. I don't get it. Is it part of that whole "acceptance" thing? That stupid mentality that we're all beautiful and that having a gut is cute? Trust me, your gut (and it is a gut, not a "tummy") is not as sexy as you think. It's nauseating. If you don't have the body for it, then why wear a tiny midriff t-shirt that accentuates your bulbous lard sack?

I know it's the trendy thing to go around dressed like Britney Spears because you're all mindless media drones with no opinions or personalities. Quit buying this shit. You're not Britney Spears. You're not hot. You're not popular. Nobody cares about your stupid new shirt and it doesn't matter how much you spend on your clothes because you're always going to be the same old boring you, who listens to the same music everyone else listens to because you're insecure and don't have opinions.

Just because looking like trash will help you get laid doesn't mean that you're any less of a vile pig. Cover up. Get some decency. Being able to get laid doesn't mean that you're attractive, and it doesn't mean you should go around showcasing your fat-ass to people either. There's always someone as horny as you are ugly. Take the hint: they don't make tube tops in extra-large because fat people shouldn't wear them.

Later on I found out, those chicks know one of my friend - ex colleague. Boy, they really spoiled the nite BUT looking on the bright side, one of them is cute. She has got this look like Hannah Tan. Trust me, all eyes are on her - even mine. She was wearing a black dress and she was pretty tall for a local girl. She had a couple of drinks with us and introduced herself. She was sitting beside me! After a few shots she left with all the monsters, back to their cage. We continue drinking like there is no tomorrow and it surprised us when that hot chick came back to us and had a few more rounds. Thank God the monsters are not with her this time. We went for supper after that and here am I, stoned and drunk writing this entry.