get your minds out of the toilet.
you see, i live right beside the nature reserve, and last night, i did something so foolish, something i never did before in my 8 years living there:
i left the room windows open, and the lights on, and went to watch tv with mummy.
i nearly kicked myself when i came back into my room after the shows only to see the ceiling and walls littered with little flying bugs. it was as if i had splashed black and brown paint on the walls in an attempt to make things look a little arty.
but little bugs are okay. little bugs don't... uhm, bug me quite as much.
what reaaaally got me was this GIANT i don't know WHAT bug, that looked like a slim cockroach but with praying mantis legs and feelers longer than its entire body.
naturally i let out a back-of-the-throat scream (i wouldn't DARE open my mouth to scream in these situations for fear of one of the insects flying in) and nearly yanked my mother out of bed- in which she was already all tucked in for the night- completely ignoring her pretending-to-sleep-ness.
i tell you, catching a FLYING insect is no joke. for the next half hour there was much (back-of throat) screaming, high leg lift jumping, ducking, pointing, and frantic flicking of the hair (because we were paranoid that the insect had landed in our hair. which it did, in my mothers, a couple of times).
finally when the insect was caught and murdered by my mother's hands (smashed against the wall with recycled paper) i was quite surprised to find myself coated in a thin film of sweat, heart racing.
as much as i would like to exercise more, this is one workout i think i'll gladly leave out.
although... it did give me an idea on how to help those poor girls who find it hard passing their 2.4km runs.
(and for all you idiots out there who think i will die during my 3 miserable days in hong kong):
hO stress worZ!