"Gold"

What do u have in mind? Gold! I'm talking about 'gold'. U see, I've been picking 'gold' – 'black gold' every morning these days. Don't believe? See for urself!

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I even found 'gold' on the cover of my kaya container which I left on my dining table: Yucks!

Darn it! Dat's 'cicak's' (lizard) 'shit' (waste product)! I'm really getting fed-up with picking these type of 'gold' every morning. I told Pappy how I really wish they were really gold (even small bits), save bits by bits, I'll 'futt tatt" (rich) one day (ho ho ho) .... but ... sigh .... hard luck *dreaming, dreaming, dreaming*.

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I really detest this cold blooded uninvited nuisance and its 'ci ci cak cak' sound every nite. The other day, I tak boleh tahan lagi (cannot bear any longer). I saw a cicak came out from beneath the fridge, I gave chase! I've been waiting, for any of them to come out from anywhere, with my weapon. I pressed on my weapon which I had ready on my working table. I pressed, pressed and pressed letting out sprays of unbearable smell of aerosol and at the same time giving chase to the cicak (which was quite slow and maybe a dumb one, heehee) and in the end, the cicak "fun tou' (overturned), cannot bear the smell from the sprays of my weapon and in the end (hahahaha) I WON!

Eeeeee....... It was not dead yet, it still struggled and kept kicking its limbs, trying to turn but too late, I got my broom and dustpan ready and not forgetting my trusty old-fashioned CAMERA. Click, before it went into the plastic bag and off it went into rubbish dump to don't-know-what -land.

Luckily, my weapon's waterbased and wherever I sprayed, it 'tidak meninggalkan kesan minyak' (did not leave any oily residues). Have a look at my weapon: (hahaha!)

Early this morning I caught another one in my kitchen sink (forgot to take pic.). Thanks to Pappy who left some 'cintan mee' in the sink yesterday nite after washing the pot (just cannot trust him to do the washing, I'm sure to have to pick up his 'sau mei' (rubbish which he leaves behind). The cicak was trying to escape but it couldn't climb up the slippery sink and quickly I got my 'trusty weapon' and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed until the cicak got 'mabuk' (drunk with inhaling the aerosol, heehee) and I quickly woke Pappy (he was still in dreamland kua) up and he was 'pun mung pun sang' (half dreaming, half awake) poured hot water over the reptile until it was 'still' (not moving). I forced Pappy to pick the dead cicak and threw it away in a plastic bag.

How many more of these reptiles are in my apartment??????!!!!!!!! Aaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!

I know ways of getting rid of ants, cockroaches, rats (touch wood, touch wood, no rats) but CICAKS, HOW NEH?????