Came home after wfl class.. there was this old man selling ice-cream under my block. Bought a $1 choc cone ice-cream. It's nothing expensive, nothing special. Yet it brought me happiness for that short while. I dunno.. it reminds me of my childhood.. where at the ring of the bell kids would run down the stairs with however lil they have to buy whatever they can. And the old man would always secretly add a tiny scoop more of ice-cream just to see the faces of those lil children sparkle with joy. It's those lil things in life that really make up the meaning of life.

Something stupid.. when i was young, i had a secret fear of toilet bowls.. i was scared that when i'm answering nature's call, a snake would glide out of the toilet bowl and bite my ass.. Haha.. i told you it's something stupid..