A visit from Mr Skinky..

Wishy and washy...
Drip, drip,drip....
Clingg clang clong....
Vroooommmm......
Gluog..Gloug..Glougg...
Silence....finali (thot the neighbour)
Vrooooommmmmm.....(Arghhh!!! when is she going to shut that stupid thing up!-Neighbour)

That's me doing the chores actuali....and my imagination of my neigbours' faces whenever i get my vaccuum cleaner out. But well, that's what my mind usuali do to keep myself amused in my mission to prepare the house for our most honourable guest...well, none other than Mr Croakie..

Since i have two hours to spare today before i head down to Uni at 6pm to do more research for Health Service management, i decided that its the perfect timing to get rid of the irritating brown mud streak across the bath mat, to unclutter the storage/reading room of bottles and papers (by chucking them out into the recylable bin) and to rid the foor of any food source.
Having to use liquid Ammonia to disinfect the bath mats, i nearly forget how pungent tat smell can get till i poured in into the basin of water. Ever smelt a ton of urine before....well, i reckon this smell more horrible than that...

Moving on...i was happily vaccuming away engrossed in my own happy little ideal world of no croakies when something out of the corner of my eye scattered frantically behind Josh's desk...With lightning speed, my alert eyes caught sight of a tail. I was so ready to scream when i realise.....its actuali Mr Skinky not Croakie...though both has a shade of dark, Mr Skink is much friendlier and makes the effort of scattering away quickly without noise (Mr Croakie has always been not just a trouble maker but also noisemaker...Argg...i get the goosebumps trying to imagine Mr Croakie's voice..). That's what i reali like abt Mr Skinky...he is afraid of bothering me and always make the effort to move away whenever my presence is made. Tho' i was slightly tramatised, due to my unreadliness to receive Mr Croakie right now...i eventually get back to vaccuming leaving Mr Skinky in peace by avoding the area he had hid himself .

Ahhh....insects, lizards, croakies, frogs.....why do i seem like a hospitable host to them? Guess it might be God's way to get me to grow up and fight my fear....=)