Trousers Up For Burning.

Nope. I am not promoting violence. Just something that happened :p
Something that does not usually happen.

All I can recall is sitting on the stairs of the Tea Bar after a game of basketball.
If I had not sat there. This probably would not have happened.


I came back home. Even though I had a big bag of SuperCrisps at the Tea Bar stairs I was still very very very very hungry. And I wanted something really worth my hunger to eat.
(Let's just exclude the fact that I'm usually very hungry :p)


It was either baking a cake or making pasta.
I went for pasta since a friend of mines might want to stop by and this friend was in a mood for pasta.
Well, pasta was finished, so spaghetti it was :)

All the above was just the background setting for what actually happened. Here goes:

I had put up the spaghetti to boil. Came back to the living room, washed my hands, there was an overturned dustbin in my bathroom (Yup, my twosome brothers were chasing each other n one of them probably used the bin as defense :p)

And I came and sat on the couch, decided I'd pass by time till spaghetti were done by writing in my journal.
Suddenly a pair of eyes flashed by me, they must be beads, because my trouser could NOT, should NOT and possibly would NOT have eyes.

IT WAS A LIZAARRRRRRDDDD!
A LIZARD ON THE TROUSER I WAS WEARIIIING!!
I SCREAMED!
I JUMPED!
I SHRIEKED MY LUNGS OUT!

And BAAM! My aunt had landed the broom on the lizard since she arrived to see what all the hullabaloo was about.

Yes, I have not had the courage to sit on that couch since then.
And I'm probably going to burn the trousers the lizard was on since I do not plan on wearing them again.

Oh and everybody loved the spaghetti :D