Emotional Baggage, anyone?

If emotional baggage can be dumped just like luggage at the airport on the carousel ,
would anyone want mine?

My dear friend alin, told me I dont have much . But it would be nice, if I could un-load the existing amount.

Had dinner with extended family , they came all the way from sg. People still actually think I'm the youngest in the family and my siblings , rolled their eyes whilst I gleefully floated on cloud 9.

I used to resent being in such situations because of the questions they would pose and the awkardness that comes with it. But the whole night, I was euphoric because people still think I'm the youngest in the family.

I'm awesome still. I'm youthful despite feeling that I've aged. Tell you a beauty secret , abstain from alcohol + clubbing + smoking + drugs. Works wonders.

And little cousins are the cutest. Fighting over the attention of the baby , one little boy whom I think will grow up to be an excellent sweet-talker , "do you want me , emma? do you want me ?"
The innocence , the mischievious charm and the simple sweet-ness with outright honesty .

That's what I miss seeing in men, of which I turn to K-idols who are paid to say these things to the audiences and to suckers like me , who want so desperately to know that such men do exist, even if its only in the reel world.

To whine , I sprained my ankle whilst walking (Like how can anyone just walk normally and let it twist, i seriously am amazed at myself sometimes or my body doesnt seem to be mine) , the same one again which was twisted during bodycombat class a few months back. Feels like a slip-disc and physiotherapy apparently doesnt work. Acupuncture too. So I might just amputate my leg from the calf onwards tomorrow.

Kidding.