I don't know what took me so long to come across the Singapore blogosphere. It has such a large network and I'd be clicking through getting absorbed into the lives of our neighbours from across the causeway.

Every night after my shower, I'd open my panties drawer to pick out a clean one. One night, I saw what I thought was a baby cockroach scurrying out of my cupboard and perching on top of the knob of the drawer, flicking his feelers curiously.

My heart thumped as I searched for something to end it's miserable existence with, but it was in vain. I should not procrastinate refilling my tissue box anymore. The baby cockroach disappeared under my cupboard, leaving me high and dry. It was one sleepness night for me. What if the cockroach climbs into my mouth when I sleep at night?

The second night I removed another panties from the drawer and he crawled on the inside of drawer before scurrying away again. I was really freaked out at this point because I thought it looked like a Madagascar hissing cockroach and wanted to cry. It was round and had orange stripes on its body. Too much of Fear Factor, I think.

I was convinced that an entire family of roaches, prefably NOT Madagascar ones, were residing amidst my undies. (Psst, Chien, you should know why. Don't vomit.)

I made a promise to my mother that I will NEVER ever eat in my room ever again. She then agreed to get Rentokil for my cupboard. (Flashback: My brother once popped Rentokil into his mouth back in 1990, and was rushed to the nearest clinic.)

Yesterday, I opened my undies drawer again and there our dear friend was, Ah Kah Chat. Visiting me everynight without fail. I sat there and my mind raced through the many techniques I could use to finish him off that night. MY TISSUE BOX IS STILL EMPTY. I dug around my college bag looking for an old packet of tissue paper while I kept one eye on Ah Kah Chat, who was perched obliviously on my white undies.

Ah-hah! We have tissue!

I approahced Ah Kah Chat with caution and with a swift grab of my palm, I applied pressure to my grasp hoping that Ah Kah Chat can die and go to Kah Chat heaven hell. Three of my panties fell out of my drawer in my brief moment of bravery. I slowly unclenched my fist and peered into the layers of tissue paper, hoping to see the carcass of Ah Kah Chat. Alas, all I saw was cockroach juice smeared on the tissue paper, no cockroach. I flicked each panties cautiously, fearing to have cockroach-contact with my skin.

The stupid Ah Kah Chat(Xiaxue's Cockroach God Bless His Soul) was camouflaged becuase of my parquet floor. BUT HE DIED! YES!!! I don't kill cockroaches very often. A very nice feeling indeed.


Ah Kah Chat and his juice.


Size comparison. I know la it's small, but if it moves, it's scary, NO?

Later that night, when I was busy studying my biology option... I saw this on my biology notes.....


Ah Kah Chat's son seeks revenge. I killed it by flipping it over and colouring it's body with yellow highlighter.

Eheh, ok, time to study again. :) Here're some pics from Hsien's breakfast:


Eureka, I've discovered my camera's timer function. Hohoho, after like what, 3 years?


Mel comes to fetch me in her mum's Mucus Green Proton Saga..she's the one who named the car that ok! I think it's nostalgic because my parents first car was a Mucus Green Proton Saga and I was ferried to my kindergarten in a Mucus Green Proton Saga. Oh, this is the first time Mel's driving me, so that's why must take picture. :P


Phuiyoh, manual sial.


No time to camwhore even. This woman is serious.


Hsien studying..


....her camera receptors stimulated the motor nerves in her neck to swivel around for a camwhoring moment. Ok, too much biology for me. or too little?:D


Decisions decisions..


This is INDEED one rare moment.


Ah, but some of us never miss a camwhoring opportunity.
l-r: Liss and Me


Exam season.


Hsien's waffle maker.


Thanks for making us fat ah, Hsien. Thanks ah.

Esther, Tanya and Galven came later, but I forgot to take photos..woops!