Some people called it luck
Sunday, January 06, 20081:46 PM
I was walking down the stairs to my maternal grandma's flat when something fell on my head. And i knew it was something alive. So i freaked out, like seriously FREAKED OUT (in other words screamed screamed and more screaming) and started using my bare hands to sweep whatever-it-is off my head. and it BLOODY HELL jumped onto my hands. *SHRIEKs* *SCREAMs* *JUMP* *SHAKE* *WHINE* and then climbed back up to the 9th floor, refusing to walk down.
IT WAS A DAMN DISGUSTINGLY GROSS BIG GREYISH WHITE LIZARD!!!!
still traumatised by that incident. *sobs* and I can still feel it on me. My gosh, i actually came in contact with a lizard.
WHY cant it just stick on the ceiling???!!! WHY must it wait till I pass by before dropping down!! WHY me?
but there are never answers to such questions. Life is always unpredictable. Just like the local comedian MC King's death. Some situations are just beyond ur control.
It has been a few months since i last visited her. And her skin disease has worsened. ): I dont know why but i was reminded of my grandpa who passed away 2 years plus back, I remembered how his skin was of a similar colour as my grandma's when I paid him a visit at his ICQ's ward. I am starting to worry a little. ):Labels: rantings
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