evil me

Ooh.. the kids finally gone back after messing up my place for 2 days. Finally, I can power up my PC like I used to … without having to worry about them nosing here and there.

I used to love kids … u know … I love to play with them. I will talk with them from day till night and the sight of them always makes me jumping with joy. But that time, I was a kid myself ler …

Thinking back on how they behaved, they are waaayyy better than myself when I was a kid. But, just like any other human being, I had changed. Into a monster perfectionist. I expect everything that happen in my life to be as close to perfect as possible. I begin to develop my own set of requirements and particularity.

I expect kids to behave. And since I custom-designed my own apartment, I had developed an uncanny love for my work. I set some ridiculous rules to control my place’s hygiene - eg: no eating within 5 meter radius from my sofa. I get over-reacted over small matters - eg: permanent ban on kids that failed to comply my rules. Things like that.

I just don’t know why it had to be like this. I don’t know how to learn to relax about them messing up my place. I mean, I could have just shrug it off and let them have their fun. I can imagine how the kids dread the very sight of me.

But funny enough, none of the kids are actually scared of me. In fact, they loved and admired me. And that is one hell of a wonder. *scratch head.