i used to believe that those lil prones in us men are really birds until i began to ask my mom why, in my nine years in this world, mine had not flown yet?

i used to believe that God is in heaven and the devil is under the earth.

i used to believe that santa exists. i even placed a wish list in our front door together with my overused and humongous, for larger toy-space, school sock. which, unfortunately, only to find out that my yaya threw the list and the sock away.

oooopppssss, ran out of time. to be continued