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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

in hongkong now, alone in the wireless area at the hotel lobby. dressed in some ugly clothes so i had to wear this oversized coat and it was so weird, even the cleaner stared at me. and my sister's friend thought some freak had come in.

ooh, haven't used a desktop for so long.

anyway, MY SISTER IS A MURDERER.

she rammed over a giant iguana. and according to her, it was really big and she think it has no brains to be sunbathing on the road.

hahaha. it was on the way to the airport and i thought she had met into a car accident cos she was sorta screaming. but i totally didn't feel anything and didn't see any bright green car so our conversation wasn't really making sense, until i found out about her crime.

anyway, she needs help with her science. i think she has been facing human bodies and all that brain and cancer and whatsoever that she doesn't even know primary school science. this is what she said:

daphne: and who said that iguanas change colours? that freaking iguna was BRIGHT GREEN.
me: um, i think that's a chameleon you're talking about.
daphne: shit.

i certainly hope iguanas would be cleverer creatures and avoid sunbathing on the road. you certainly wouldn't wanna be rammed over by some reckless driver who thinks that you change colour.

it's getting late. and i need to pee. i hope my auntie isn't bathing and can open the hotel room door for me.

oh yes. MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!

heaven on earth
3:07 am