post-script

Rummaging Errol's-my olderbro- personal stuff in search for my 8 days mag he took from me, something caught my eye.To be specific, the photographs of my bro's awkuard smile with his latest chubby girlfriend got my attention.It was slotted somewhat in this scrap book which of course i inspected it lar!i mean who wouldnt?!It was a scrapbook complied with pictures and photos of 'the days' they spent with each other and all that sort of sweet loveydovey honey-coated romantic crap made by my bro's woman.o god,it sounds as though my bro is like a pimp.

Im jus trying to say is that Errol of course excels so much better than me.His social circle is as large as the circumference of a waywayway fat man,he achieves good-enough results,he is so streetmart,has cool friends,musicman and more other characteristics that make me jus fade in the shadows of nothingness.his consant outings and fun nights makes me wonder a lot, coming home only in the wee hours and then carries on to his next hangout.

I mean like compare me with him.Whose life is more festive, mine or his?His.Which would u prefer his flamboyant life or my mediocre life.Duh,His.Which is then better overall,mine or his?Obviously his.Am I willing to swap with his?No thank you darling.

The reason why Im so bold to vomit my freedom of speech is 'coz he doesnt even know i hav a blog since 2005?Those who personally know him please hush and keep him in the dark.Appreaciated!