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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
R.I.P

We killed someone last night. Actually, my sis did it and I was pretty much encouraging her (screaming rite beside her) to kill it.

It was after midnight, I wanted to take a shower before I head to bed. So I went in and hang my towels and robe. Then I turn around to find a lizard (without a tail) stuck on the wall next to the door. I started screaming and crying at the other end of the bathroom. Sis, who was in the kitchen, saw it and she said she will get the bug spray. So I open the sliding door as wide as possible run out screaming. Then sis started spraying on it like non-stop for 30 secs. I was just freaking out on the couch. I got Goosebumps all over just thinking about what I saw. I hate Lizards!!!

A few mins later, we went by to check it out. It was on the floor and it started flipping by itself, a few times!! So eww!!! Just looking at it made both of us screamed. Then sis splash water on it and it slam onto the wall. So we thought it was dead. Then my bro went over with a plastic bag. I think he picked it up. I was in the living room. I didn't dare to watch any longer. Bro said it's not dead yet. But the eyes were popping out and it looked scared =X In the end he threw it down the rubbish chute.

I finally had my shower like 30 mins later.
I felt really evil doing it. But we were just too afraid of it. And I need to use that bathroom. Why can't they stay out of my house? =/

I realize I've become very materialistic lately. Mom said she will buy me a watch for my birthday. And guess what I said.. "What about a Gucci Wallet" .. hehe.. I'm so ungrateful. It didn't stop there. I added "Dior handbag?". She gave me a "dream on" look.
And not to forget about the "sugar daddy" and "a car with a chauffeur" that I request my friends as my birthday present. I'm horrible, aren't I?

I keep searching for the moon, hoping she can answer my questions.
Why won't you call?
Why won't you spend more time on me?
Is it too much to ask for?
Listen to your heart - before you tell him Goodbye~