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Saturday, January 07, 2006 

Chapter one: New tenant on the block

Let me tell you a story.

Chapter one

" Damn it man, where's that Blk 88?"

I held the street directory, standing amidst the blocks of HDB. Some kaypos gave alien looks as they walked pass with intention. I refused to admit defeat and continued searching. Just then, I recalled what Ali said when he found me this rented room.

" Sayang, you should be happy mah. 88 is an auspicious number to Chinese. Btw, remember to buy toto when you moved in. If you win, you know who to thanks huh."

I really wanted to thank him for making me feel like an direction idiot. Suddenly, I spotted my dear Blk 88. It was situated between no. 84 and 86. That's when I started wondering if the architecture is a joker.

Everything is so auspicious, even the unit no. #08-33 sounds so 'prospering'. I missed the door bell and gave a few hard knocks on the door instead. Simply wanted to see how annoyed my to-be housemate is. Then I thought I saw a maid rushing towards the door. Excellente! Does that mean: whole room+ maid service= SD$450? = No need to sweep floor, wash dishes, wash clothes, wash panties, wash bra, cook, iron, the list goes on... yuhoo!!!

" Oh hi, you must be Mabel." From her accent, I knew she's a Filipino. Bingo! My maid, my maid, my maid...

I smiled, "Hi."

"Welcome, I'm Gloria, from Philippines, your flatmate."

(Pause).. Did I heard wrongly? Something in me just shattered. Oh! NO broom, NO broom.

" We have another flatmate, do we?" Disappointed, can't concentrate.

" Yes Mab, one more. Tim will be back in the evening. Btw I'll call you Mab, can I?"

" Sure." And so, here goes my new name.

I went to my room. Not that bad, no air-con but there's window and a queen size bed, with bouncy tilam. What's needed is provided. What can I still ask for with SD$450?

G: "Just call me if you need anything. I'll be at home 24/7. Mi a freelance travel writer. Was in London last week. So how, you like your room?"

Me: " yeah babe! I'm loving it. (gave a cheeky wink) Btw, I'm a food reviewer. Looks like we both have something to share."

G: " Oh dear, I'm so excited. I'm gonna tell Tim and you must meet him. He has an interesting occupation too. Haha.."

Later in the evening, Gloria and I watched Ch 16. There's so much things to talk over, but we both admit loving Ian Wright as a host. He's one damn funny joker. Just then..

" (sassily) Maria, I'm home! Oh.. Look. who. we. got. here..."

I turned my head. Woah! O....M....G.

End
Next Chapter: Tim's occupation.

Mab est simplement magnifique 7:46 PM

De Mademoiselle

Je suis Mabel

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