thirteen and twelve.

stupid blogger didn't let me post yesterday.

so this one is going to have two memories.

and i never said they had to be happy ones.

thirteen;

people say that i'm amusing to tease.

well, i don't like being teased.

but they do it anyways.

it's because of this man that was in my family,

and now he is not.

he used to grab a newspaper.

on the cover of this newspaper,

was a china man without teeth.

it scared the crap out of me.

he used to wave it in front of my face,

every time that i walked inside,

and would yell rather loudly,

"he'll love you long time!"

i hated that man.

another time, he stole my toy baby.

put her on a ceiling fan.

and turned the fan on.

i was traumatized. 

and it was all just 'teasing' to him.

twelve;

when i was younger, i had pretty long hair.

my sisters loved to do hair.

one time, they wanted to braid it.

so all three of them sat around me,

while i sat on a toilet, 

and they took little strands of hair,

braided them,

and put a bead on the end of each one.

my hair was like that for a loooong time. 

a couple weeks, at least.

i even have pictures of it.

when i was on my tricycle.

good times and bad times.

two memories down.

twelve days to go. (: