I suddenly found myself on this bright, cramped space. I looked around and saw none of my kind. This place where I was, was all white, white floors, white walls, white ceiling.

Then there's these two white rectangles - one is tall, one is half as tall only.

Suddenly I hear footsteps coming so I crawled towards the shorter white rectangle thing since it has space under it where i can fit.

The footsteps halted at the opening of the space but my instincts telling me to stay there. So I hid.

Suddenly i heard the footsteps again and realized there are two steps of footsteps now. The other one went inside and I heard a whooshing sound. The other one stayed by the opening. Then I saw water dripping. Oh my goodness, I felt scared coz I felt it's going after me.

Then I heard the owner of the two seets of feet talking in gibberish, and I saw something green was given to the one near the door.

And suddenly i saw water, lots and lots of water. It was being pointed where I was hiding and I was panicking so I ran out and headed straight to the one beside and door and pushed myself to move faster so she could not hit me with the green stick she's holding.

But the one by the door just looked at me and then exclaimed that "Tiki lang hindi ilaga!"

Sigh, it was one scary encounter.

Yours truly,

Lizard in the kitchen floor

P.S: Sharie thought I was a rat at first and she went to Sharon and whispered to her there's a rat in their kitchen. And they're both recalling Corinne's story of finding rat on her garage. So they prepared to hit the "rat" but Sharon burst out in laughter when she saw that it was only me - a lizard!

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At long last, I can finally breathe easy and would finally be left on my own. Today, I still underwent a series of tweaks and pinches and cuts and additions by my creator and she's been doing it for weeks now. Heck, I was even duplicated! I almost want to scream to stop and make only one of me to be unique. But I just decided to keep quiet lest I'll be deleted. But now, upon looking at myself, I cannot complain. She has executed her vision of how I should look like.

I feel happy to be born. I just fervently hope my creator would not tire of me easily, nor would lose sight of her 'vision' for me. I greatly fear I'd get the same end as the previous one. So I hope and pray that my creator would always get the inspiration she needs to update me and not leave me alone for weeks.

I'm glad to be alive and to be of help to my creator.

Sincerely yours,

Sharon's multi-blog

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