lizards convention

we happened to be in a DIY shop and saw a lizard trap for sale, so we bought one.

it’s very sticky, according to mr hana, who was appointed the lizard trapper-cum-disposer of the house.

we have placed them against the window grills, again according to mr hana’s report. i was of course many feet away from him, as i believed the lizards were ready to pounce on him, having sniffed the lizard bait in his hand.

this morning’s check produced no trapped lizzies as yet. maybe they were waiting for us to leave the house before they start roaming around and crapping on the floor.

mum asked how other lizards will know not to come back to the house, since the victims would be dead and wouldn’t be able to warn them. i said, well, they will know something’s not right when their family members don’t come back to them mahhh.

the other day mr hana managed to grab a tail of a wayward lizard. it wiggled away, but he felt it was a good warning to the now-tail-challenged lizard, and spread the word to the underground lizard community to beware of him.

ceh dey. my hero, ok.

lost

so her husband’s directions were: “turn in the first punggol exit, turn right, then turn right again”. and so i drove last night with her beside me clutching our melting ben & jerry’s (two pints!) and delifrance sandwiches, squinting her eyes trying to find a semblance of her new, indistinguishable flat in the midst of punggol land. what her husband missed out was that the second “turn right” direction led us right back to the TPE. great.

u-turn and take two! with a sense of deja vu coupled with groundhog day, we took a left at the punggol exit instead, and then seeing compassvale, anchorvale, etceteravale, we were decidedly… lost. taking u-turns after u-turns and ending up in sengkang, we decided to consult the greatest oracle of all – the singapore street directory. duh, should have done that first rather than rely on a man’s directions.

with my, ahem, keen sense of direction (and increasing hunger), we finally found punggol fields and ta-da, edgefield plains! only an hour after we set on the journey. so cle-ver.

and so we happily had our dinner in her spanking new house, complete with tikar mengkuang and cushions for our butts, finally eating and watching, ironically enough, ‘Lost’.

speaking of which, i’m getting quite tired of the characters’ flashbacks and their attempts at finding signals on a fake-looking radio thingy and their supposed conflicts with one another. just tell us what that invisible scary creature in the jungle is already! sheesh.

and another show i have lost patience with is ‘the O.C’. the characters are, erm, to put it nicely, incredibly insipid. penat aku tengok. dia suka dia, dia gadoh dengan dia, dia cium dia, dia merajok dengan dia, dan sebagainya drama anak-anak bukan metropolitan ini. aku tidor lagi baik.

i’ll stick to CSI, thank you.

toothy gwin

teehee, look at my tooth! and i have TWO more growing too!

watch out, coz i bite.. grrowrr!

see as i

no more space left on the other blog. heh. so we’re back here for the time being.

so if you didn’t ask for access to that blog (tsk tsk), you’d have missed out photos of our lombok trip, kl trip… and er, a few other… stuff.

now, the question that i have been pondering endlessly on…

why do CSIs work in the dark?? can’t they just switch on the lights at the crime scenes? wouldn’t it be so much easier to find things? instead they use these tiny torchlights and yet they still manage to pick off tiny hairs and shards of glass in cracks in the walls and dank corners. pfft.

but i love ‘em so, them CSIs. and i have learnt that i can use crushed mechanical pencil lead and a thick blusher brush to dust off thumbprints! hurrah! i have yet to try it out though. haven’t found a crime scene yet. unless i count that time my kitchen was raided and oil splatters were found everywhere and dead bodies scattered the floor. but i don’t think dead ant bodies count, and the only person who ever uses the damn kitchen is the husband.

on another topic, i love london! i am, after all, a self-proclaimed anglophile (unfortunately i didn’t manage to marry an englishman). them winning the olympic bid was quite a logical decision. i mean, even the beckhams came down you know. that had to do the trick.

and so, my resolution: a fourth trip to the city before 2012, to once again trample the quaint dusty pavements, to rattle about in the rickety underground tube, to feel the fluttery feathers of the probably-disease-bearing pigeons at trafalgar, to squander away pounds and pennies at camden.

*breaks piggy bank*

ok bimbo alert – are they using euros now?