welcome to the roach motel

I realized that as each day passes in the suburbs, the more and more routine my life becomes. Wake up, eat, watch tv, power nap, wake up, eat, watch tv, proper nap. But all in all, it's alright, I've got some pretty good authentic Indian food near my house, and although not as spicy as Singaporean Indian food, it's become my comfort food here!

A slight break from my routine of naps, eating and watching tv is the overseeing of the "cockroach holocaust" in my apartment. Those little bastards are annoying me beyond compare! I've bug bombed my house once already, laid those little poisonous food traps all over my apartment and some how they are still alive. They maybe able to survive a nuclear holocaust but they aren't gonna survive me. I think that living with these roaches has eliminated my roach phobia. I have been invigorated by my new found hatred for them. Why can't they be cute like this?


Instead, they are shady, sneaky deviants like this chappy over here.


If I were to see a guy dressed like this, I'll make sure to empty a can of bug spray in his face.

Anyway I'm writing this post on the bus on my iPhone, a programme called blogpress (I love this app). And the reason for such is because I've decided to bomb my house again. I used 3 cans before, now I'm using 6. I'll be damned if those monsters are still alive after this. Road to roach-freedom, I thread on you like Dorothy thread on the yellow brick road, diligently and never straying, until all these cursed bugs are annihlated from my apartment.

Anyway I'm not gonna post about school yet, until I get back, food and roaches don't mix very well. So till the next post, auf wiedersehen!