Why is it that some people cannot understand that there are some things in which a special group of people just cannot help it but just be afraid of. In the dictionary, there is this word called fear. You may be a daredevil who is not afraid of anything in this world of give a hoot about anything. However at the other end of the spectrum there are people who afraid of all sorts of things, ranging from water to animals to ghosts or even potato. As for me, my biggest fear is the god damn bloody cockroaches. Its fine if you are not afraid of them, but do understand that there are this unique group of people who just cannot help but feel afraid of them. Its not something that I can control, neither is it something I can overcome overnight. Forget it give me 10 years and I may not even stop freaking out when I see those bloody brown shitty assholes. Give these group of people a break and be a little more understanding. WE ARE TRULY AFRAID. If given a choice I wish I am bloody not afraid of them, daring to take a bloody newspaper and chase after them until they vanquish from my sight. Sadly, I am not! I can only wail, scream and freeze when I see them. Its like I got possessed at that very instant and I cannot move. Yet the bloody cockroach will continue roaming around me until some knight in shining armour will come to my rescue.

Perhaps my fear of cockroaches has trained me to have an acute sense of judgement when it comes to them. Somehow I have a way of attracting them and I can sense their presence before I even see them. 7 out of 10 times I am pretty darn accurate. 30 mins ago I heard a flutter sound. Down my stomach I guessed that it is my good old friend. However no matter how I look around, I don't see it and decided that it was a figment of my imagination. Upon letting my guard down the freaking asshole appeared. It was humongous. How long have it been living in my bloody house and what the hell has it been eating to allow it to grow so freaking huge. I screamed for my Dad like never before. He came in thinking what could have happened. When I told him that there is a cockroach in my room, he looked around but somehow that sneaky bastard escaped his preying eyes. He got annoyed and left the room not putting any extra effort to hunt that asshole down. 10 mins later I saw that bitch again in the living room and I shouted for him not daring to see where that scum of the earth has ran to. This time round my Mum came out too and the two old folks were looking for the cockroach. Once again that asshole managed to run away somehow. My parents ended up scolding me for making so much noise over a bloody cockroach and asked me to get over it. Why can't people understand that I am afraid?!?!?! I don't bloody know how I am going to sleep now knowing that that sucker is running free in my house and might just sneak into my room again at night =( I am scared but nobody cares!!! Argh!!!! May all the cockroaches in this world die!!!!!!!! Now I am just sitting on my bed in fear, looking out for the brown shit that might pounce on me anytime =( Its gonna be a long night =(

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This week I have been taking the public transport!!! Does that mean I am no longer a spoilt brat???? I miss the car =(

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