Sucker........

At the age of 27, I was still clueless about what Barnum is. That’s right, I am guilty as hell for not reading any of the Enid Blyton’s books. When my sisters relived the wonderful “Enid Blyton’s era", I remained clueless. Talk about "The Famous Five" or was it seven? I was still cluless... The thing is I never liked reading. Or at least that was what I thought. Not until 5 years ago, I discovered why I thought I never liked reading. Because I am complicated, I love mysteries and not anything by mills and boons. I have the whole collection of The Cat Who book that I often end up dreaming about the cats and their owner in helping them solving their murder cases. So with that I hereby declare that I am a sucker for all the CSIs series. I rolled up my eyes when mother was explaining that drown victims have water in their lungs... Like duhhh....I so know that already.... So when a smart bestfriend of mine, who had explained the +ve ion and the -ve ion, the healing process of a skin, who argued with me about 3 dimension and 4 dimension, who elaborate about wind shear (wind shear, wind shear) and the too low terrain (terrane) and everything else under the sun deliberately put dry ice in his make shift aquarium, I almost fainted. Like, how can he not know that dry ice could kill his fish? You see, I know, I watched CSI. So on his next birthday, I think I’ll probably get him the whole of the latest season of all the CSIs and in turn he can get me all the Enid Blyton books. (Fat hopes, I hope he'll be rich soon)