I remember once in primary school, I disliked this girl in my class. She was always very boastful. So one day I actually pushed her down the staircase and I acted innocent saying it was an accident. But the teacher and principal half believed my story and called my father and aunty to come down...
when I was much younger, I don't know the home politics and asked aunty is that my mother looking for me and aunty will say she doesn't know but it could be.
then when I am older, I discover jealousy. i guess aunty didn't like me mentioning about my mother but she as a good woman to my father...
sometimes when i am totally bored, i will dress up and look at myself in the mirror and use my phone to capture myself. feels quite boliao after doing this a couple of times.