he sat there, shoving spoonfuls of rice into his mouth non-stop.

"i want some more! faster go and take for me."

when his mom came back with whatever food he wanted, he screamed, "so little!"

and started throwing tantrums. mutilated whatever food he had left on his plate while giving his mom a murderous stare.

goodness.

i didnt know i had such a spoilt brat for a cousin.

he's so fat, yet he doesn't give a damn about what he eats. he eats everything. only in lower primary, and $2 a day as pocket money isn't enough to fill his large stomach.

i'm digusted.

these kind of people do not deserve any pity if they suffer from a stroke or heart attack or whatever disease la.

haiz. it's time to make decisions again! i hate making decisions. i'm too afraid of making a wrong turn. and this time, i have such a huge decision to make. well, almost everyone has to. but at least i can strike off 'retaking' from my list. but it's still so tough. =(