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Oh em gee. It’s 17th December already? Really?! The weeks just flew by, didn’t they?

And considering that today’s the 17th December, it means that I’d be leaving for New Zealand in just about … 8 hours or so.

Quite apprehensive about this trip. Travelling in a large group means that it’s much harder to coordinate stuff.

Props to my younger cousin who arranged everything. The dude practically planned the entire itinerary single-handed and even prepared loads of documentation for us to refer to during the trip itself.

I do feel quite a bit for him at the same time. Despite his efforts, there had been much difficulty with the travel agency. Not to mention the fact that more than 50% of the group couldn’t show up for the pre-trip briefing.

Even though the response from the group has been less than positive, I really appreciate everything the younger cousin has done. Like, seriously. Thanks, dude!

As you can see, it’s been a pretty bumpy ride so far.

But my reservations about this trip aside, I’ll just try to enjoy myself and and at the same time, bury my nose in my DSLR.

I’d be away for fifteen days. See you all in 2011.

On a different note, I have a red streak in my hair now.

The red streak!

And I’ve gotten it re-shaped and re-styled. I love my hair. Quite strange how I have this strange obsession with my own hair now. It scares me. I usually don’t really bother.

As soon as the creature set its beady eyes on me, I knew I had to get rid of it.

Getting my stuff out of harm’s way, I mad a mad scramble to my room and grabbed what I knew was the most toxic weapon I could find. Grasping the canister (filled with said toxic weapon), I blasted the creature with all my might.

The creature panicked and ran as fast as its little legs could carry it. Unfortunately, it was too slow for its pursuer. A provoked Brenda is an angry Brenda. And once she decides she wants to get rid of you, escape is almost futile.

The creature scurried under the toilet cistern in a desperate attempt to hide, while I continued to blast the (two) openings to its hideout with my toxic weapon. The air in the tiny bathroom was beginning to reek from the stench of said weapon, but I didn’t care. I just wanted the creature dead, now.

Sensing how I was slightly distracted at one moment, the creature made an attempt to escape – by climbing on top of the toilet pump. A movable object. How smart.

I picked up the pump (with said creature on it) and dunked it into the shower. Following which, I grabbed the shower hose, turned it to full water force and rained it on top of said creature.

Well, well, well. Any attempts to escape will most definitely fail now, as a small creature most probably can’t fight against a shower hose at full blast.

With its little legs flailing wildly against the force of the water, the little lizard breathed its last breath as it was washed down the drainage system.

I stood in the middle of the bathroom, grinning a little too manically to be considered normal, before I blew lightly at my weapon(s) – the shower hose and the canister of pesticide – like a superhero would do to his gun.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing should come along and disturb me when I am in the midst of one of life’s simplest pleasures.

Especially. When. I. Am. In. The. Midst. Of. Taking. A. Dump.