Should I… *True Story

31 01 2010

My mom bought a cockroach trap after I saw a cockroach and freaked out.  It’s a simple box, with poisonous yet incredibly tasty food in the middle and an impossibly sticky base. So it’s a double kill. If the cockroach doesn’t get glued, he/she eats the food and dies from bloated symptoms.

What we didn’t foresee was that other creatures might have found it extremely tasty too.

I woke up in the morning feeling like P Diddy.

No, that’s not right. I was up in the morning to take my morning relief in the bathroom, when I saw something inside the trap. Feeling satisfied that a roach had fallen for it, I picked it up. It wasn’t a six-legged pest.

It was a lizard.

Lizards crawl with their bellies and practically every part of their lower body on the floor. So it happened to sniff something delicious and made its way across the glued path.

It was totally stuck. And still alive.

Me and dad set about trying to free it. It was scared, alright. We could see it’s heart beating like a loaded SMG through it’s opaque skin. No avail. Mom’s roach killer was flawlessly deadly.

Fortunately, there was one thing we could do. Glue unsticks slightlywith water. So dad rushed to get a glass of water. We dipped the cardboard with the lizard into the water(much to the lizard’s displeasure) and slowly tore off the glue.

It was finally free. I laughed at my dad.

“It probably thinks we’re trying to torture it before it dies la, dad.”  That’s when dad shook his head. And maybe it was the power of the mind, but when we placed the lizard on a nice spot to climb, it turned about and stared at us. One eye on one side for me, another eye for dad. Could’ve sworn it was saying thanks. It observed for a few seconds, then left.

Bye, lizard. =)


Die’ Frauh Habhn Ain Gotse Heart.

30 01 2010

Three weeks just left like that. And I’m pretty sure everyone’s blogging about their fifth year in school so far.

I think the people of my class are nice, friendly, irritating, and definitely too smart.

There’s William, for one. That kinda sums everything up, huh?

I want to go somewhere. A place. Somewhere with snow and pleasant weather, maybe with a girl. A pretty, sweet girl I can smile at while enjoying the breeze coming from a white mountain a kilometer away. They’ll be beautiful, both the girl and the scene.

Ah, life.

But for some reason, I’m as happy living here the way it is.

Paparazzi, here we come.

Because of idiots like you, I’ll leave Malaysia. -Nick


23 01 2010

Nick stared at his new blog.

The design was much more formal, and he sure wasn’t used to this, but otherwise, it was okay.