What is it with creepie crawlies and me??? Just a moment ago, I was serenely hanging out the laundry listening to Lee Hom's album. The next moment I was absolutely grossed out.
After hanging out the last piece of clothing, I noticed a small gluey-looking curved piece of bubble gum (or so I thought) at the bottom of the washing machine barrel. It looked really benign in the dark recesses of the barrel, so I tore a piece of tissue paper and proceeded to pick it out.
In the daylight, I realized to my horror, that it was a piece of DEAD LIZARD!!!! missing a tail, with the red innards showing. It felt stiff and unyielding in my fingers. Oh no....now all my laundry is tainted with lizard juice! Yuckity yucks!!!
Now, where has that tail gone?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
My Mortal Enemy
I'm a roach magnet it seems. Since young, I have had various intimate contact with roaches. Once, I stepped on one bare-footed when I was 7. Another time when I was 15, showering, I felt a trickle of water moving upwards. Looking down, I saw a roach climbing up my leg. I screamed, stamped my foot, grabbed a towel and dashed out the bathroom under the curious gaze of my teenage neighbour just outside. Another time, I ran into a flying cockroach roaming my kitchen at night. Suddenly it disappeared, until I looked down at my chest and saw it making its ascent on my blouse. Thank God for Lycra...with a spring it bounced off while I ran to dad for help. So you see, I've never been particularly fond of roaches, however stimulating my adventures have been.
Have been having close encounters of the insect kind these 2 weeks. It started with an innocuous visit to a friend's place. I was about to push open the heavy wooden door when I caught a glimpse of a brown glint. Looking up, less than 10cm away from my face was a HUGE cockroach on the metal knocker. I fell back in horror before bravely making a dash through the door.
Last Friday, when I got into the car, I noticed a movement on the passenger side door. Two little roaches were doing a mating dance, too intoxicated to notice me. I scurried to look for something to brush them off as I contemplated the alternative of running off into the rain. Finally, I found an alternative use for parking coupons as weapons, sending them off in a watery farewell.
While the hubby was away the last week, I had to keep running away from cockroaches along the pavement as Tiger took his night walks. One particular night, as I stepped into my lift lobby, I noticed a cockroach flirting with my neighbour's door handle. I sighed after I made a quick escape into the lift.
Late that night, as I was spectacle-less, a noticed a flitting on the floor. On closer examination, it was the very same cockroach!! I squirmed, squealed and ran for my Baygon spray, making a feeble attempt to kill it despite my myopic blurred vision. The damned insect made a dash for my bedroom, where my glasses were. Damn damn damn it!!
When I had plucked out enough courage to step into the room snatch my glasses, the insect was nowhere in sight. I paused, wondering what to do. I couldn't sleep with an intruder in the room...then I heard a rustling. The roach reared its ugly head on my vanity table, drunk with insecticide. I wondered if it was wise to douse my skincare with a layer of Baygon. And then it flitted off to the curtains beside it, climbing upwards. I thought quickly now, with my prior knowledge of roach psychology...if I aimed and sprayed, it's likely to charge towards me. Then like it heard my thoughts, it FLEW straight at me, causing me to squawk in terror, running like an idiot out of the room and slamming the door.
By now I was desperate. I contemplated waking my neighbours at an unearthly 3am to ask for expert exterminator help but changed my mind when I realized their baby wouldn't be too happy. I froze in absolute cowardice for 15min, then pacing back and forth while holding the roach hostage in my room. Finally, I armed myself with a broom and Baygon and opened the door, prodding lightly around. Nothing...nothing at all! Great, my company for the night was a cockroach!!
It was a good 4am by the time I bunkered down under the covers with my glasses on, Baygon and broomstick close at hand. Darned cockroach! Go to hell!!
Have been having close encounters of the insect kind these 2 weeks. It started with an innocuous visit to a friend's place. I was about to push open the heavy wooden door when I caught a glimpse of a brown glint. Looking up, less than 10cm away from my face was a HUGE cockroach on the metal knocker. I fell back in horror before bravely making a dash through the door.
Last Friday, when I got into the car, I noticed a movement on the passenger side door. Two little roaches were doing a mating dance, too intoxicated to notice me. I scurried to look for something to brush them off as I contemplated the alternative of running off into the rain. Finally, I found an alternative use for parking coupons as weapons, sending them off in a watery farewell.
While the hubby was away the last week, I had to keep running away from cockroaches along the pavement as Tiger took his night walks. One particular night, as I stepped into my lift lobby, I noticed a cockroach flirting with my neighbour's door handle. I sighed after I made a quick escape into the lift.
Late that night, as I was spectacle-less, a noticed a flitting on the floor. On closer examination, it was the very same cockroach!! I squirmed, squealed and ran for my Baygon spray, making a feeble attempt to kill it despite my myopic blurred vision. The damned insect made a dash for my bedroom, where my glasses were. Damn damn damn it!!
When I had plucked out enough courage to step into the room snatch my glasses, the insect was nowhere in sight. I paused, wondering what to do. I couldn't sleep with an intruder in the room...then I heard a rustling. The roach reared its ugly head on my vanity table, drunk with insecticide. I wondered if it was wise to douse my skincare with a layer of Baygon. And then it flitted off to the curtains beside it, climbing upwards. I thought quickly now, with my prior knowledge of roach psychology...if I aimed and sprayed, it's likely to charge towards me. Then like it heard my thoughts, it FLEW straight at me, causing me to squawk in terror, running like an idiot out of the room and slamming the door.
By now I was desperate. I contemplated waking my neighbours at an unearthly 3am to ask for expert exterminator help but changed my mind when I realized their baby wouldn't be too happy. I froze in absolute cowardice for 15min, then pacing back and forth while holding the roach hostage in my room. Finally, I armed myself with a broom and Baygon and opened the door, prodding lightly around. Nothing...nothing at all! Great, my company for the night was a cockroach!!
It was a good 4am by the time I bunkered down under the covers with my glasses on, Baygon and broomstick close at hand. Darned cockroach! Go to hell!!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Mango After Party
Got invitations to the Mango After Party. As I'm such a Mango fan (I've been consistently contributing to their coffers), I thought I should go take a look and look at their new collection. When I got there, there was a queue snaking all the way towards the carpark ramp already! Most of the guests were gals and some bfs/hubbies.
They got 6 gorgeous models to showcase their new clothes. As we gathered around the dancefloor, I noticed a couple of angmoh guys in the crowd couldn't take their eyes of some of the models. It was quite interesting watching them ogle the girls from head to toe and staring like there was no tomorrow. They were standing like statues with drinks in their hands and speechless. Yeah, I know I'm being nosy parker, but observing the male species' behaviour in the midst of gorgeous women is quite fascinating.
I like this jacket! Glamour!
It was a great night..cos I got the Chic Fashionista Award for the Best Dressed guest. I guess it must have been the hairband. They took me aside and took a Poloraid picture of me, writing down my details. Then about 11-ish, Sharon told me some lady was giving me the once-over, not unlike those lusty angmoh men. Turned out she was the judge who told me I was the winner.
Anyway, here's my winning outfit - my definition of Simply Chic, theme for the night. Wasn't so sure about the hairband. It's pretty outstanding, and maybe too pink and too sweet-ish. If I were 10 years old, it would be perfect for me. But well, since I'm going pink, might as well go over the top. Yes, hot pink suede heels too!
Here's me posing with my treat for the night...$150 Mango vouchers! Not too bad for an evening...free drinks, free entry, free fashion show, free cocktail, free entertainment and free vouchers! I love freebies!
In case you're wondering about the hair looking different again, yes, it's me and my Vidal Sassoon crimpers at work.
Alright...Mango here I come!!!
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