Celebrate

I should be celebrating.

Because this is the time of the year when everybody is. I have a completed task to be proud of.

It's just that I don't like walking around with a happy face when the people around me are falling apart because their country is in an economic and political shambles. Even more so when a significant amount of that is my doing.

So instead of celebrating, I'm sitting in this cold apartment here waiting for the right time. The question is, how will I leave. Should I be taking the MRT out and mingle with all those people who might remember my face? To me, they all look alike, but I don't think all foreigners look alike to them. After all, there are blonde, red, dark, brown foreigners, and I'm one of them.

The other possibility is taking a cab. But then there will be one taxi driver who remembers my face. He will remember taking a foreigner, because there aren't many of them around this area, and he will wonder why this lazy foreigner can't be bothered to take the MRT if the station is right across the street from his front door. Anyway, those are questions for later. I've dealt with taxi drivers before, so I can deal with a last one again. Only, it would leave awkward questions after my extraction. I don't like leaving traces. A dead taxi driver is a trace, even if he's floating about in the ocean.