lizard.not dying

Long long time ago I realised that I prefer my stories to have a sad ending, where everything is fading away. I don't know why.

Back in those secondary school days, most of my english essays will ended with someone having cancer or had an accident or being abunden. It's not like I think negatively. And even sometimes, I find it strange that happy-go-lucky people like me prefer emo songs and stories. There is no way for me to write ghost stories. I remember I was shivering when I was thinking about the story line in that mid-term exam.

It has a feeling of wanting to cry but there are no tears to shed. Wanting to change the ending but still insist on the original version. Writing too much of my own fantasy sentences troubles me a lot when I need to write something serious especially during exams or personal statements. Overall, I like the feeling of writing whatever I thought of and join them into sentences with my own words, not to worry about low marks and sarcastic comments.

A lizard fell twice from the ceiling when I was brushing my teeth yesterday night. I feel ouch for it when trying to keep a distance with that soft thing. Why did the lizard fall? If I were to say because it was attracted by me then my comment box will be either full or empty. Joblessly I think the lizard fell because it is a special one. Ceiling is not meant for it. That lizard was born with less sticky or something that hold it tight when it is in its normal yet funny position. If lizards were to climb here and there, there is a higher posibility for them to get killed when someone open the door to close it too quickly or by the super high pitch scream when it falls on some lovely young ladies. But lizard is not a lizard if it can't climb up high. Thus that poor thing was practising and practising every single night. But i foresee one day, that lizard will become the king of the lizard kingdom of my house and bring the rest of his fellow friends to some where far far away. Just because I can read it's mind. So I thank you now, little lizard and if you dare to come near me I will let you die in a not very pretty way.