This new dashboard on Blogger is driving me nuts! I much prefer the older version but I think there's no turning back now ? I can't view things properly on my phone for some reason. The sentiment also goes for Facebook's new Timeline, which I think, is like a complicated open diary. Not neat. Again, there is no turning back there, too.
Thought I'll put this sweet one up. Something written by a friend.
Ode to the Gecko
I've had some pretty crazy encounters with some species of the reptile myself. A particular incident was when I caught one going across my lap onto the passenger's seat while negotiating a sharp corner! It was a garden lizard - the sort that has smooth, shiny black skin with vertical yellow lines on it, which had probably gotten into the car when I left the doors open in the house garden earlier. So umm, basically my heart stopped for a bit, while I screamed my lungs out before braking at a petrol station for a frantic carwash. I'm sure both of us were equally terrified.
The carwash boys found it amusing though.
"There's a lizard in there somewhere. Please, please, get it out for me,".
Looking back it does seem funny but I can tell you now that my heart was running like a headless chicken then - the only saving grace was probably the fact that I smile a lot when I'm nervous and don't actually exhibit a headless chicken act. But really, how do you catch a five-inch lizard that has probably settled himself into the coziest corner of an old 4WD? Thirty minutes later, the boys told me that the lizard had been vacuumed out. I didn't have a reason to believe them, so I got in and drove off, fidgety and frightened of another freak jump onto me. A week passed by like that and I avoided wearing skirts (cuz I know of a person who got into an accident when a gecko ran up her skirt). Then, on Sunday, I'd noticed the dead gecko's frame at the back seat. Now you'd think it was a relief at this point but it really wasn't - I had wanted it out, not dead. Or we could've learnt to live without getting into each other's way, much like the geckos that reside in the secret places of our homes.