During the weekend, I revisited my dad's childhood hometown. Though I say 'revisit', i could vaguely remember the scene. I just remember this huge wooden chalet overlooking the sea. Oh well, it was 9 long years ago when I was still 11. (Ok, I was wrong, in the previous entries, I wrote I hardly remember anything before 9 years old, I should change it to 11 instead). The most vexing thing is my brother still can remember the route as if he walks it everyday. WHO says women can remember minor stuffs and details better than men? My brother and me have totally push that theory or stereotype over or maybe we are simply born into the wrong body.