u are black and brown and grossly big. you are so DISGUSTING!

Last week, I had my introduction lecture for my GEM (i.e. general elective module) - Dynamics of Interpersonal Effectiveness and my very long-winded lecturer was going through the assumptions about a person, one of them being the assumption that one is rational.

And he goes, "we assume a person to be rational.. yadda yadda.. some people are logical.. yadda yadda.. and some people can be irrational.. yadda yadda.. such as the fear of cockcroaches.. something so small and.."

Fear of cockcroaches is NOT irrational! and it's definitely not small! It is sorely big, of shades of black and brown and digustingly creepy looking. Did i mention sneaky as well? Urg.

Needless to say, this fear escalated ever since that fateful night, on the way to my favourite curry rice stall at Geylang, this stupid cockcroach did a kamikaze and went right under my (now very dirty) white brazil havaianas.

That crunch so annoyingly deafening in the dearth of the night I knew immediately it wouldn't be anything pleasant. So it exploded. The cockcroach, yes. Collin had the nerve to head back to see what I had step on ('cause I was so freaked I kept walking till I'm at least 5m away from the um.. accident spot). Happily, he returned to tell me about juice/guts spilling out which only sent me brawling on the spot, while I rubbed the sole hard against the balding grass patch.

Okay. So that's my little story (which I'm quite sure I blogged about it before but am too lazy to find that exact post).

Why am I talking about cockcroaches today then?

'Cause moments ago, I finally decided to empty the trash from the room. I was feeling highly satisfied with myself since I have reduced the amount of things in my very cramp room by a plastic-bagful.

Then I see it - beside the rubbish chute in my kitchen stands a grossly humongous cockcroach! Eeks..

Instinct: take a step back. A B I G step.
Reaction: take out my trusty pesticide and spray half a can on it.

Plenty of shuffling as it goes behind the washing machine, and outta sight. More spraying nonetheless, hoping even if I don't coat it with pesticide, I smoke it to death. Then it happened..

THAT BLOODY (not literally) COCKCROACH CLIMBED UP THE WASHING MACHINE AND UP TO WINDOW GRILLS, ALL THE WAY UP POSSIBLY TO MY NEIGHBOURS' HSE AT THE 3RD STOREY.

But what the hell, now i have to live in constant fear that it will come back for revenge one day. Such devious pest.

Evidence of their craftiness:
Cute-looking Dodo bird goes extinct. So does Stegosaurus, Pterosaur, Tyrannosaurus, Ankylosaurus and Diplodocus. But cockcroaches survive the ice age, the jurassic period.. THEY LIVED BILLIONS OF YEARS. I don't think it's sheer luck. Must be the craftiness i concluded.

Makes no sense. I just loathe cockcroaches. Period.


(I'll marry someone who loves dogs and who will kill cockcroaches for me 24-7.)