I watched Billy Elliot last night and I think I've watched it before. Only that I had no idea it was Billy Elliot at the time. 'Cause I remember the snow and the snowman in the street with a carrot for a nose and the boy in only his t-shirt and shorts and shoes on the other end, calling out after his father.

I wonder how long ago this memory is. It's just amazing how all the brain needs is some sort of trigger to make you remember something that you have nearly forgotten about.

Anyway, Billy Elliot made me laugh, cringe and cry. Yes, I shed some tears. My sister asked me the other day how can I not cry when tears is due. I shrugged my shoulders. She asked me how I hold back my tears. Again, I shrugged my shoulders. She must think that I'm emotionally detached or something like that. Oh, if only she knew; I only cry in the privacy of my own company.

Now, I must get ready 'cause Ma is buying me clothes. Woohoo!