18 and life.

By:

One - The ability of dragging myself from one room to another has astonished others.

Two - My mum realized kids should not be taught to speak at such early age.

Three - I am quite sure I did something idiotic yet adorable.

Four - I can read lines on the telly, which caused a huge sum of money donated to the

playdoh coperation.

Five - Reading newspaper was the in thing for children. At least for me it was.

Six - Jealousy of curly-haired bitch took away my 'could-have-been' first trophy.

Seven - Who needs education when your *now-late* pre-school teacher loved you.

Eight - The imagination of absolute power forced me to humiliate myself.

Nine - I could skip a grade? That's nonsense!

Ten - People around me made their first appearance in 'Let's take a year out of your life'.

Eleven - The thoughts of division and multiplication scared the shit out of me.

Twelve - I learned how to lie to avoid suspicion on my absence from the class.

Thirteen - The door to hatred first opened.

Fourteen - Now they're telling me I am different!

Fifteen - A day before you (everyone else for that matter) anticipate for a scrumptious cake was defeated by the loss of a lost one.

Sixteen - Pretentious scummy was forced to like me, again.

Seventeen - Yes I am a year younger than all of you.

Eighteen - Shall we not bring up all of the above again?

Perhaps in the next ten years I could look into this just to make me feel thick.

Or let others be baffle by this ingenious activity.

To make myself feel better, I have a trophy now.

To make myself feel like a shit, no one thought I could write about this.

Forget about Cambridge, I have the t-shirt and that's good enough.