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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

i was at home, happily singing the song.

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars

and my sis asked.
"why you wanna fly to the moon?"

stunned.
"ehhhhh. -paused for awhile- cos the lyrics said so."

she replied.
"later like chang-eeee/errr. fly to the moon cannot come back. how?"


my sis. is lame-er-er-er than me.

and, she REFUSES to bathe.

i think she's high on drugs.

asking me,
"why must humans bathe? why cant we just bathe once in two days?"

hahaha and when she finally stepped into the shower, she told me,
"im taking my first step to bathe."


11:06 PM