Monday, May 23, 2005

Just one more day. Wow. I did practically nothing throughout the entire holiday and there, we are going back to sch the next day.
Something so exciting happened last night. As usual, I was scrutinizing the contents behind the monitor screen of my Mistress, when a rattling buzz sliced the air. All of a sudden, a tantalizing thought shot through my mind and Dowager Von's name registered instantly. But NO, this time it wasn't Von, because for the pass few minutes, my gaze was stuck on the austere screen and there clearly wasn't any sign of a recently-popped-up MSN window. Definitely Not Von. The robust buzzing seemed to be coming from behind my CD shelf which stood on the edge of my bureau. That simply made me recoil. Soon enough, a black object materialized at the far corner of my eyes as it came to view. It was a ----- FLYING COCKROACH! Yuck! It was practically hovering above the stack of towering books which groaned with volumes, zooming aimlessly along the wall and it was just less than a metre away from where I was. I shot up from my seat and grabbed a badminton racket. Wielding the weapon, I began pummelling the airborne pest, in hopes of destroying it's disgusting body and putting an end to it's all-I-do-is-just-live-in-the-dark-or-otherwise-I-love-making-humans-scream-at-the-sight-of-me life. I feel like I was in a battle. Mustering my strength, I swung the racket forward and the pest was smacked to the ground, probably unconscious. Let me tell you, pests can also be deceiving too. Taking a step forward, I wanted to check on the unconscious creature. To my astonishment, it buzzed to life and took flight once again. WTH! It came my direction and almost instantly, I thought it wanted to fly into my mouth and take shelter, but it was out of sight. Irritated, I entrust the task to my Dad and went for a shower. Seriously, I can't imagine how those contestants on Fear Factor feel when they send those struggling roaches down their throats. Eeeww! Urk! I'm feeling gooseflesh! *Pukes a pailful* So much for the money.
*LalalalalaLAHHHHHHHHHH!* The bathroom is the best enclosed space where you can enjoy every moment doing anything privately obscene, including cleaning yourself and some claimed it as a best place to practice singing. After the encounter with the roach, I was busy soaping and scrubbing my head when the light above cast a gigantic shadow on the wet floor. Though my vision was blurred, with clouds of shampoo sliding down my nose, I gazed up at the ceiling. Nothing. I turned my head and there it was. Sticking itself steadily against the tile on the wall near the ceiling was a big fat moth, about the size of four-50cents coins laid side-by-side on the width, all joined together. What the hell was it doing in the bathroom. *Gasps* Peeping-Tom! Er, I mean Peeping-Moth! Petrified, I swung open the door and ran out naked, without rinsing my shampoo-mounted head. Wait, NO. I obviously didn't run out naked. That would be so embarrassing! Haha! Instead, I quickly rinsed my head and shook the water off my body. Then, tilting the temperature to the Max. and turning the water to full blast, I positioned the mouth of the w.heater at the body of the peeping-moth. The force of spraying water sent the fatty-boom-boom moth sliding down several tiles off the wall and finally came to a halt on the floor. The moth attempted to escape, but its drenched and tattered wings disallowed the action. Sadly, with the hot water aiming deadly at it, the moth got washed into the opened drainage. *Let's out a guffaw* Hah! Now the trapped moth will soon be drowned. Wait, it should be drowned. That happened like last night. Came out of the disastrous shower and someone was screaming. I guess the flying roach had succeeded scaring my mum, chasing her round the living room. Moments later, my dad was then holding a piece of tissue with the roach's head poked out, like a new-born baby wrapped in a soft towel. He claimed that the roach was actually putting up an ostentatious aerobics show on his sofa which clearly didn't impress him. Haha! Cockroach? Aerobics? What's up with all these insects man, trying to intrude my territory. The next insect, pest, or whatever sorta creature that flies, lands, crawls on my doorstep or through my windows, or appears before my visage, no doubt they will perish a much much more horrible death.

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 5:52 PM [comment]

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