See. spoilt O'ready.

Nyway, went IKEA for lunch.

intended to renovate my room.

But with a cloudless mind, I can't do anything.

Ate meatballssSSS till I almost vomit.

Drinks there are like so plain.

No good.

So I came home with a bloated belly and pair of empty hands.

 

Oh ya, can you imagine years ago - my Pri friend used to feed lizard as his pet.

One bunch of worms in his brain, very Insane.

He kept it in the film bottle, those greyish cover with black body ones.

He even brought it to school, to the class.

Luckily the lizard run "home' when the owner opened the entrance.

He was trying to show us his Zard', but he failed.

and his Zard' never come back anymore...

I suppose the Zard' probably lived in the classroom after the incident, because I once saw a Zard' with Very big belly on the wall, in the same room.

and my phobia of Lizardssss started when once upon a time,

When ..

Okay, summary summary. I know.

I sat on the floor with crossed-leggy, lizard passed by.

I saw, I scared, I moved, I cried, a Broken tail o'ready jumping here and there....

I covered my nostrils, stood up, and cried even louder.

Covered nostrils because I believed that the tail would hop into it, and I would die.

Stood up because my dad tried to help me with the broken tails and tailess-lizard.

Cried even louder because I scared Lah!

Dad said I Useless because of that ):

No Choice ma, My fear, right right right.

What's yours??

Same too right?. HAHAHA