mum and i were talking about the tutors i used to have when i was in secondary, and i told her that i disliked all of them cos they took away my free time :P this was when mum revealed, "I used to HATE my tutor too! i hated her so much, one time i rubbed onion on her chair to make her fart. and she was red faced the whole lesson trying to keep it in. hahahar..'' lol, mum. :)
btw, there's a freakin dead cockroach on my bookshelf. and of all the animals i love, i have a phobia for cockroaches, dead or alive. i decided to face my fear and pick up the damn cockroach so i bravely stomped off to get a thick-pile of toilet paper. and... i couldnt do it. so i wrapped my hand in a plastic bag (plus the toilet papers). still couldn't do it. added one more layer of plastic bag. i know i'd still be able to feel the creature's prickly ugly legs. carried bobo with one hand and pointed cockroach out to him, he looked at me and agreed that the creature was hideous. the cockroach is still sitting on my bookshelf. helllllp :(
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