Hey guys it's been a while!
If I have to choose a word to describe my current lifestyle, it would certainly be lazy.
Ok here we go.
Can anyone tell me what this little (ugly little thing in my opinion) creature is?

I guess we have a volunteer who is so eager to share.
Lady Gaga : P-p-p Poker Face pp..
Blogger: Sorry the answer was "Possum"
Possum. Possum. I see at least one everyday. But I've never seen one alive until a few weeks ago. Here's how the story goes:
I was at a garage in Morrinsville; band practice. The sweet melody of Green Day filled the room. The song reached its climax and I was silently smiling as I vigorously-yet-dexterously hit the drums.
But the bassist wasn't. He was staring at the ceiling, then at me.He did that about three times before I looked up. Holy mary mother of god. What do I see? It's a freakishly ugly creature. The grin on my face was long gone. My face became a P-p-p-Poker Face. I was surprised and slightly frightened, to be honest (but punk-rockers do not show it because we are tough) What do I do? except keeping the rhythm? so I decided to share my newfound fear with the singer, a problem shared is a problem halved. At that point, the whole band knew about the filthy intruder. Probably having sensed that, the pest panicked and fled. However, things don't always go smoothly when you are panic-stricken. It lost control and half jumped half fell to the floor ,then headed straight outside while being tangled up in guitar cables.
We all continued playing as if nothing happened. HAPPY END...Nah.
That moment (not before unfortunately) I realized the boot of my car was left open. Who's the one in a panic now.. After the song, the bassist and I decided to go inspect the car with weapons of mass destruction in our hands (high-quality drumsticks) Slowly approaching the car, I could hear my heart beating out of time. Closed the boot. Check front seat, no possum. Check back seat, nope. My faint hope of catching it and maybe eating it later was gone. But being able to drive home safely without being ambushed by a possum was much better. So we both went back inside and played some more.
But if the beast did not flee, I reckon we would have been like this:

So the next time you see a dead possum on the road, just put on a poker face, pray for the departed soul and never try to imagine how it would have looked when it was alive.
AMC