How I came into existence...
I have never told this to anyone in my life. This was told to me by my father. But now I have decided to face up to reality. Here goes...
It was a long time back, about 21 years ago. The man I now call Father was coming home from work. He was a taxi driver then (he still is now anyway), so as he parked his taxi and was preparing to walk towards the stairs, he heard the cry of a baby from a rubbish bin which was hanging at a lamppost. (I still can point to you exactly which is the lamp post.) Out of curiosity, he went to check it out. Amazingly, there was a baby boy crying inside (which happens to be yours truly). Seeing the sorry sight of the baby struggling to keep alive, he decided to bring this boy home and rear as his own. And thats how I came into existence...
As with every story, there are important lessons to be learnt:
Lesson No 1: Never throw a baby into a rubbish bin, because its very hard to clean him up properly if anyone decides to pick him up. Now you know why I am still so dark.
Lesson No 2: The environment that a child is brought up is very important. So cannot blame me for being kaypoh or compassionate like my father k? (Hmm... Nobody will believe me if I tell him I'm compassionate anyway?!)
Lesson No 3 (and most important): A lot of characteristics are hereditary. My father is a bad lier and tells lousy jokes. So here I am.
It was a long time back, about 21 years ago. The man I now call Father was coming home from work. He was a taxi driver then (he still is now anyway), so as he parked his taxi and was preparing to walk towards the stairs, he heard the cry of a baby from a rubbish bin which was hanging at a lamppost. (I still can point to you exactly which is the lamp post.) Out of curiosity, he went to check it out. Amazingly, there was a baby boy crying inside (which happens to be yours truly). Seeing the sorry sight of the baby struggling to keep alive, he decided to bring this boy home and rear as his own. And thats how I came into existence...
As with every story, there are important lessons to be learnt:
Lesson No 1: Never throw a baby into a rubbish bin, because its very hard to clean him up properly if anyone decides to pick him up. Now you know why I am still so dark.
Lesson No 2: The environment that a child is brought up is very important. So cannot blame me for being kaypoh or compassionate like my father k? (Hmm... Nobody will believe me if I tell him I'm compassionate anyway?!)
Lesson No 3 (and most important): A lot of characteristics are hereditary. My father is a bad lier and tells lousy jokes. So here I am.
posted by Wrath at 2:17 AM
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