Aiiiiieeeeeee!!
I spent a good chunk of an hour painting my toenails pink. Yes, I was that bored. A manicurista could have done a better job, but let’s just say that it’s because I haven’t done this since first year high school. ;p
Yesterday evening, an old friend suddenly dropped by my house to just hang out and talk. I wasn’t actually in the mood to receive any company at that time but then I thought, what the hell, he’s already here. Anyway, the talk did me a bit of good because it’s been two days since I had a conversation with anyone and even I can’t go for long without human contact. I’m just glad that my friend already knows what he wants to do with his life and is determined to make that happened. It’s a small step, but a good one. The hardest part is not knowing what you want–it’s actually doing what you want. And the reason why so many people are unhappy is because they’ve lived out their lives forgetting themselves because they feel obligated to do things other people expect of them. It’s sad, but I guess they just don’t know any better. Funny how I’m preaching out about people not doing what they want when I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. 
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I never realized how much comfort and security the scent of Baygon gives me. Yes, Baygon. As in the roach killer. Just when I was typing my musings about happiness, I saw, from the corner of my eye, one of the most disgusting creatures known to man scurrying up the books on the shelf above the computer. Upon seeing this, I let out one of my infamous, glass-shattering shrieks. “Aiiiiieeeeeee!!” Thinking I was being murdered, my dad rushed out of the room, his face contorted with worry. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. I shrank on my seat and pointed a shaky finger at the bookshelf. “Cockroach!!”
“Well don’t just sit there, go get the Baygon!”
I jumped up from my seat and ran to the bathroom to get the said insect killer. I burst back in the room, holding the cylinder in front of me, like a weapon. I pointed the nozzle at the thing. “Die, bitch!”
But before I could deliver the killing blow (err, spray), my dad snatched the Baygon away from me. “Let me do it.” He then sprayed enough Baygon to kill the offending creature. Or so I thought. To my horror, the stupid thing dropped down from the shelf, onto the computer table, then finally on the ground. Dad sprayed at it with more Baygon with me still squealing in the background.
“Is it dead? Is it dead?” I asked fearfully.
Dad pointed at the cockroach on the floor. It was on its back with its legs wiggling in the air. “See the bubbles on its body? The pesticide is eating it alive.”
I squatted on the floor and watched the cockroach’s death with childish fascination. Eaten alive by acid (or whatever ingredients Baygon is made of). A slow death for the most detestable insect on earth.
Relieved that the roach is dying, I went back to the computer to resume what I was writing. But just when I thought it was over, I felt something crawling up my leg. I looked down and saw the most terrifying sight known to me: a cockroach scurrying up my leg!
I let out another long shriek and ran to my parents’ bedroom like a child. “Cockroach! Cockroach!” I wailed.
Dad to the rescue! He got the Baygon and started spraying like mad.
It’s apparantly cockroach mating season, which explains why there are so many of them out right now. God knows when that will be over, but till then–I will always sit at the computer table with my feet raised.
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I’m shocked!! How can you spray baygon randomly on your books/bookshelf?
i have this habit of turning pages and umm, touching my eyes, even putting my fingers in my mouth etc…ok, the chemicals wont kill me, but maybe they are good enough for an upset tummy… 
But yeah, roaches are eveil. they can supposedly survive nuclear attacks(if shielded from the heat) Evil ones are ALWAYS better protected:mrgreen:
OOOH! Hehe I painted my toenails (and fingernails) pink the other night too! It’s horribly clashing but I thought it was pretty
LOL..UGH…cockroaches are gross..actually all insects are to me..that’s one thing i definitely don’t miss back there at the philippines…
i feel bad killing roaches. i am usually the one to run away and just wait till they go elsewhere. i remember being 5 years old and singing and dancing in front of my lolo and lola when my lola gestured to my chest and i looked down to find a big brown roach on my duster! lots of shrieking and jumping followed. haha. poor roaches… they’re just looking for a place to live and some food to munch on.
how funny is that. i’m surprised your dad didn’t say it’s just a bug and that you shouldn’t be a afraid of it. to this very day i’m still afraid of insects that come on me but i take care of it myself. its ok if its a cockaroach but if its a spider i’d be screaming like a woman.
How can you feel bad about killing those damnable little creatures? That makes no sense to me whatsoever. O_o
Cockroaches are one of the grossest things..especially when you squish them, all the white puss looking things come out:???:
oh boy… please don’t sit with ur legs up either! i did that once and a cockroach as big as 2 thumbs combined climbed up my legs!!!! AUUGHHH!! what’s the phobia of cockroaches called anyway? cockophobia?hahahaha…
haha baygon. havent heard that word or name in 10 yrs. i use to be really good at using that thing. i remember the cylinder is red in color and you pump it like a bike tire pump but horizontal.
Becareful, those bugs like to crawl into your bed at nite while you are sleeping. just kdding. you may want to use a kulambo. lol
Yuck Cockroaches.. I would yell for dad also.
You know what would kill those damn freaks…a blow torch. It’s fast and effective (I would think)..although it might smell like barbecued cockroach.
nice blog u got here. and u got urself in the top 10 spot in rbj! coool. i may soon build a shrine for you.. kidding. haha.:lol:
The Baygon cylinder is green now.
That sounds like fun, but I’m afraid of fire.
top 10? not really. more like to 13. Well, feel free to build a shrine for me. heheh
Dont u like Cockroache fry?:twisted: Its a wonderful dish..Try to catch n eat some..I hate that stupid creature with damn smell..I couldnt eat my lunch during my college days bcos of zoology practicals..I mean dissecting that “poor old creature” hi hi:wink:
DIE ROACHES! haha…we have our own “pest control” in the dorm — the neighbors. hehe.
Roaches are disgusting. And they really freak me out especially when they fly. Eeep. Oh, and for a not so quick but clean kill, use isopropyl alcohol. Takes a while and you might end up chasing them. But it’s fun to see them go around drunk. Then spray Baygon on them till they flip over and die! Haha.
Okay, that’s enough. ^^;
That’s mean! I think I’ll go try that. >:D
I hate bugs, i dont fear them or think their gross or anything i just hate them.
A couple of days ago i was putting on my black leather bootleg shoes to go to college. When i put my foot in (i was wearing nylons at the time) suthing moved inside neerly made me jump out of my skin so i qucikly whipped out my foot and reached inside to try and catch whatever it was, when i looked it was a fucking massive ugly cockroach. I had a little think and decided, that since it liked my bootlegs so much to climb into 1, i thought it might like to spend the whole day in there, so i stuff it back in and then put my boot on again and went to college. I amused my self that day by playing with the pathetic bug with my feet in class like gripping in between my toes or smothering it with the ball of my foot.
When i got home I was surprised to see that the cockroach was still alive, badly beaten up and a missing a leg or to but still alive. i decided i might as well finishit off, so i put on my computer chair and sat on it for about an hour and a half, no surprise when i got up it was dead, so i just threw his, now ragged body into the bin.
I liked the feeling of the bug in my shoe so much, i’m tempted to do it again
youre sick @ erin
hehe, i no, but wot wood u hav dun?
I apologize for wot my sis pposted on here yesterday, she showed me and now i hav blocked tara from this site so u wont be recieving nemore crap like wot she posted. I’m pretty sure it’s a lie neway. Anyway just fort i shood say sumthing. Thanks
I have a bad case of Cockroach phobia.
And I’ll tell you how I got it .
I was camping in this farm with the scouts and what the scout leaders failed to notice was that beneith us lied 2 feet of Manure, but apparently since we had booked and payed the assholes for it ..we had to sleep there.
On the 2nd day I woke up to find a peculiar twig in my mouth , I also had Cottenmouth(drymouth) and a bit of an upset stomach. I took the twig from my mouth and looked at it closely and this fucken twig started moving … God I was screaming .. I was like what the fuck!?!?
My friend woke up and I explained everything to him and he told me that it was a cockroach leg (he wasnt joking, he was like ..”dude thats ooo..sick” and he nearly barfed and hes like “I’m not fucken with you thats a cockroach leg” and he threw it away. After he told me that, I vomited and left for home immediately.
Now everytime I see a cockroach I get some Panic-Attack symtoms , andrenaline rushes and what i like to call “light-legs”.
Now I’m not an insect lover, but I’m not scared of Ants, Spiders, flies, moskitos, ladybirds.
I’m scared of Grasshoppers (which i don’t mind killing), Bees (cos I’m allergic to them .. they give me a really Bad high and after 30 mins if i’m not treated I faint with the high) and i’m terrified of Cockroaches (i cant even kill them .. I just start screaming i donno why.. weird huh). The most terrifying cockroaches are does that fly and have really long legs .. god they look scary.
does anyone know what the phobia for a cockckroach is??