brokebed

Last night it finally happened. My bed frame broke. I knew that it was only a question of time before my ill-assembled Ikea bed frame was going to collapse. I think last night’s event ought not to be blamed on the quality of Ikea furniture, but rather the simple fact that I am not the right person to assemble anything. I have no patience to read a manual, no concept of how to work without one and some of the worst handyman skills known to mankind. As a matter of fact, my mum spent my entire childhood telling the neighbor ladies that she just hopes for me to never have to make a living with my hands. In hindsight, things really looked dim back then as due to my speech disabilities, I wasn’t exactly considered a smart one either. Not sure how my mum thought I was going to make it in the real world.

But I’ve always been really good with animals, as you can probably see in this picture where I am chilling with my wild bird friend back in the day. Gosh, with all that bird flu talk, I feel sad for all the kids who have to grow up without wild bird friends.

3 Comments

  1. Anonymous March 12, 2006 at 7:55 pm

    So the bed broke because of the assembly? You need to come up with a more exciting reason it broke – you know, a studly young bachelor in the big city and all who can score 7 goals in one night… I’m just saying…

  2. Anonymous March 15, 2006 at 8:27 pm

    Sad to say that I really did break my bed without any foul play. However, my dear mother examines every word typed on here, hence, topics as such go through a rigorous approval process.

  3. Anonymous April 28, 2011 at 8:12 pm

    I was curious if you ever considered changing the page layout of your blog? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say. But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or 2 images. Maybe you could space it out better?