Another unexpected show-up

There is the horribly cliched yet undoubtedly true saying: 'a picture paints a thousand words'. Following these words, this picture - or rather, the expression of the person in this picture:

Unfortunately, this person (and thus HIS picture), does not belong to me. Thank you Facebook.

Very aptly summarizes how I feel about the music-related event that I am going to be part of this Christmas.

Oh GOD, miracle needed. Please. The hearts are ready, give us the technicality.

That aside, Jar Jar Binks has been usurped from the post of 'latest shocking discovery in my block' by a crustacean.

Jie and I first saw this crayfish at the bottom of the stair landing and dismissed it as part of the junk that my neighbours tend to throw out of their houses once they get bored of them. Yes, I assumed it was a toy, especially since it laid motionless there even when we walked near to it. It was only on our way back to take the lift that I noticed some creature crawling on the pavement. I simply cannot ignore crawling creatures and this is not because I love them. I need to glance at them, at the very least in 2 second intervals, so that I know when to flee should they come too close for comfort or charge at me for the matter. So that was how I noticed the crayfish.

I contemplated selling it to the nearby tze char stall or something but Jie's animal-friendly tendencies got the better of her. As I'm blogging, the crayfish is lying in a tub of salted water with an empty dental floss box to play with and some strands of lettuce. Hooray for Dad - nothing ever scares him - who swiftly swiped the crayfish off the pavement and placed it in the tub. But Dad has also expressed plans to release that creature into the Bedok reservoir or return it to the white flower pot, outside a certain neighbour's house (no, its not the jar jar one), which contains water, dirt and (surprise, surprise) 3 other crayfish! Talk about irresponsible ownership. For the matter, Lilbro John has suggested naming it Camello.

And before I hit the sack:

It actually stopped to pose when I whipped out my camera. Thanks Kitty.