Work

Ok. I have stopped acting like an emperor at home, dreaming of things. From a pig, I have turned into a monkey. My new job is to climb up ladders to hang those decorative stuff and banners. Enough said. I'm just working for a week, helping my aunt. And if I didn't keep my sanity while up above the sky so high, my head would have cracked like an egg so many times over. My head isn't an egg. It just cracks like one....if it ever does.

Why must Singapore be an oven?
Why must I be the one being baked?