Skip to main content

The Pied Piper of Telok Blangah.

The exterminators estimated that there are 2000 of them. Incredible! How did they arrive at that figure? I have no idea. It is said that their nests are at the hill behind the building. In the night, above the ceiling and beneath the floor boards, are their highway around the building. I have never seen them before, but I have certainly seen traces of their activities.

I consider myself lucky. Besides occasionally running across my desk, and knocking down a few items, they had been kind to me. Some other folks had been less fortunate. Other than stealing and eating food, two cubicles had become their communal toilets! Large amount of droppings appeared at these two cubicles. Perhaps each is dedicated to one gender? Well toilet-trained creatures.

Over the past two days, I heard more stories! These intelligent creatures were able to eat the food set in the traps, without getting caught. In one case, surrounded by sticky pads, it was still able to jump out! Their gathering skills are equally impressive. One folk smelled a bad odour one day, only to discover large amount of food gathered behind the cupboard, with some starting to rot...

Poisoning them isn't an option, as they may die at some unknown location and the building will forever reeks with terrible odour. So what can we do when the exterminators can do after so many months? Firstly, fire the exterminators and ask for refund. Next, I suggest we engage the Pied Piper of Telok Blangah. Unlike that of Hamelin, there isn't any river nearby. But the Pied Piper of Telok Blangah can certainly lure these creatures to another "river". The "river" of flowing automobiles aka the Ayer Rajah Expressway!

However, please remember to pay him once he has done his job... Otherwise, he may lure all the engineers into some caves, and never be seen again!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

If you have it, just flaunt it.

Its such a lousy day, I have decided to blog another entry. Yesh, I am thinking about things other than my last two papers on Thurs and Friday. Something probably talked alot before by many people... What is it with men and women with 可爱-oooii *杨丞琳's voice* face, long tresses, slim legs, curvey body, in revealing tight clothes (only for those with the former characteristics), in pink. Why are men so attracted to those features? The guy is lying if he says he will not turn his head when he sees women with those features. I think it has nothing to do with men being lustful or anything disgusting. It probably has something to do with the genes, the hormones. I don't believe it has to do with things like its men's nature instinct to look for partners who can reproduce blahblahblah. That's so boring! Its something mysterious, something that let men derives pleasure by just looking openly, without doing anything bad or harmful or immoral. Do women ogle at men all the time too...

Saturday Afternoon Routine.

I just got back from the Saturday tuition sessions. It has been almost 5 months since I started.I have two classes of primary school children, P4 and P3, taking Maths and Science, and English, respectively. It has become a Saturday routine. A energy-draining activity. It is somehow different from giving volunteering tuition. When you are paid, the responsibility seems greater. And if you ain't doing a good job, someone else is readily available to take up yours. The fact that I really need that money, I have to put in more effort. Some students have left, and some have joined. I'm not sure whether they left cuz they think I ain't good 'nuff for them. But there are some who seem really happy and appreciative to have me around. On my first lesson, I set the ground rules for my classes. I told them my expectations on their behavior. On boy, how naive I was. They are only nine or ten, they don't understand the significance of those rules. After a couple of lessons with ...

Just In Time, For Bertrand's Big Day!

Twelve months ago, our baby boy came into this world. It was the beginning of our new journey. The delivery suite was cold. I held the camera tightly, waiting for the moment. The gynecologist came in and told me to put it away. "No time for this." My job was to urge my wife to push hard. "One and two and three..." And then, came his first cry. "Where's my camera? Where's my camera?" I scrambled for it. First was the cutting of umbilical cord, then the body check, the weighing scale, and Bertrand was in Mummy's arms for the first time. Before I knew, it had begun - my journey as a father and Bertrand's dedicated photographer. From the start, Bertrand is a natural when it comes to posing for the camera. He would look at the camera. The boy is cheerful. It was easy to capture him smiling. Not wanting to miss out any of it, I had the camera by my side, day and night. The first time he smiled, mumbled, laughed out loud, flipped over, crawle...