May 13, 2009

one of those conversations...

me: I need you... I need you to come back... to catch cockroach for me.
em: ...
me: I think there might be a cockroach hiding behind my wardrobe. I don't know. I thought I saw something. But I'm not sure, and I'm too scared to spray and force them out.
em: You will scream.
me: Ya! It's all too disgusting. What if a cockroach is laying eggs in my drawer? There's cockroach eggs in my drawer! A colony of baby cockroaches! *arghhhh* Disgusting!
em: No lah, dear. There won't be. Cockroaches don't nest behind wardrobes. They nest under the house, below the flooring. They don't nest behind wardrobes.
me: (urgh...) Is it? Are you sure?
em: Ya, I know. I was a cockroach in my past life.
me: (laughs out loud)
em: Now, are you convinced?

xxx
em: Maybe the cockroach just went behind your wardrobe to die. It will die there.
me: Oh, my god.
em: Remember I found a dead cockroach for you that time... when I helped you with spring cleaning?
me: Ya! Urgh... That's gross! So, they are starting a cockroach cemetery behind my wardrobe?
em: Well, maybe Choa Chu Kang is just too far.
me: Uhhuh. So, they decided to come to Ang Mo Kio St 21, Block xxx, #xx-xxx, the first room on the left... and make it into a cockroach cemetery?

(p.s. the boyfriend is in Jakarta, but ever so 'qute'!)

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 14:15