As much as you’d be led to believe I came out of mimiboo’s belly all grown and with fangs, I was actually once a wee grasshopper. Like everyone else you know. (Except for you-know-who who whom who lar wtf.. who gets to still enjoy being a wee grasshopper  :P)

Well, anyhoo… I was a knee-high mischievious troll, crawling up the walls since I was two and making my maid go crazy chasing me around trying to feed me and giving mimiboo heart attacks when said maid regaled her about how I climbed **insert measurements** higher than the day before and wouldn’t go down without much failed coaxings. (This could be another reason she decided to be a stay-at-home mom too later on..)

I think the dream I had yesterday made me think of all this.

In the dream, it’s the world’s end. Somehow we found out from the news or sthg that Earth is concaving into its lava-y core so we ran out of our old house back in…urm.. Mini Buffalo Town.

As the grounds we stood on started violently shaking and revealing the hot lava from outside the roads, gardens, compounds towards us, I suddenly felt the intense need to run back inside the house to get all our baby albums. I ran and ran and my sisters screamed at me to come back. (My poor mom obviously fainted by then.)

But I ran still.

I ran as fast as my lousy jelly legs could carry my heavy heart, knowing full well that I could die trying to reach even the door. (wtf canot even dream of myself having normal legs so useless canot run sial almost die halfway inside lava. useless brain! knsbbqsos)

I found all the baby albums except mine. The pang of that moment is still kinda fresh now. It’s too painful to even imagine if I *ACTUALLY* misplaced it one day. Oh noes..

Then, the next frantic turn I made, I saw it under a pile of books. Grabbed it I did and dashed for the door towards my eventual lava bath. :/

So, my parents and my siblings all huddled together to flip through each baby picture album and reminisce good times and bad. (Also those candid acts of evilness… eg: plonking my cousin on the head with a chicken drumstick inside a playpen. hey, he was trying to steal my drumstick ok!)

When death is certain and the ending moments are near, it would be really nice to be able to look through my baby pictures just ONE. LAST. TIME.

Le sigh.

:(