Little Dowager

In the 12 days my mum/dad/maid were away, I had encountered 2-4 roaches PER day and one centipede, about 3 inch long (now dried up to 1.5 inch only).

Cockroach corpses litter the house - 1 in the toilet, 1 in the laundry area, 2 in the backyard and about 5 more in the kitchen/dining room.

All scared the fuck outta me, especially since I stayed home the last 4 days, down with fever/migraine.

There’s no real food in the house, so I have no idea why they all appeared.

Other than feeling grossed out, I missed my mum and dad terribly and I missed the taste of fresh meat and vegetable.

Today I met the most charismatic cab driver in Singapore. He has a very down to earth resemblance to Ken Watanabe. Possibly the smoothest taxi ride I’ve ridden since my trip to Hongkong and Guangzhou.

He drove the new silver premier cab, that was roomy, clean and smell of fresh leather seats. A fresh and current issue of Singapore Tatler was placed in front of the back seats. He was listening to Gold 90fm.

At least 40 years old, he has a tanned complexion, with skin weathered by personal experiences. He spoke well and was candid and engaging. His laughter was winsome, and his optimism was mildly infectious.

When the rain began to pour heavily when we’re along Old Tampines Road, he offered to loan me an umbrella, and even volunteered to wait for me if my appointment is jiffy. I don’t know what is it with me and my wariness of people lately, I just flatly declined him.

Right now, I have no idea what’s the point of this entry. I just wished I have at least asked for his name.

Because he said something, that somehow made my life a little more hopeful, albeit without a trace of solution now.

I’m flying this friday, the 13th.

Isn’t that like, just Great?!

-_-