Soooooo.............

Since there were loads of things that I could have written about during the big gap between this and my previous entry, I blame my lazy butt on not doing so. Nevertheless, a great journalist must report everything he sees and experiences! Now, I shall summarize my newly found memories or die trying, well, not die, but you know.



First up, my house got raided, not once but twice. Not that I don't mind or so, bah, who am I kidding, I don't mind it at all. It's just the clean up after they leave that sometimes get me, and the sudden change in the atmosphere of the home, from your usual calmness to a whole mix of emotions flying everywhere.



But that's just a small price to pay, since you have friends and relatives enjoying your games and rocking it out in Guitar Hero: World Tour on the Xbox 360. I just wished I had another spare guitar controller for a bassist though, that would be awesome.



Moving on, I went to a Hari Raya walk with my Yuhua Primary School friends whom some I haven't seen for probably 4-5 years. I was pretty nervous at first since the lengthy gap of not seeing each other will leave us awkward and silenced for the rest of the trip, and honestly, would you go on a outing with mannequins and strangers?



Well, thankfully, we broke the ice quickly enough, and soon enough, jokes began emerging as if we were only apart for 2 or 3 days. It was a cool outing, and pretty successful if you asked me.

Phew, lastly, I had a big fight against.. who? I'll let you guess, Chuck Norris? Dwayne Johnson? Arnold Schwarzenegger? No, no, a cockroach.



You probably called me a sissy, pussy, coward, retard, chicken, and god knows whatever comes out from your clever imaginative minds. Before you reload your insult-gun however, let me tell you that I have a nasty fear of cockroaches. Ever since an incident involving a suicide-like cockroach flying into my face like September 11, a sight of a cockroach never fails to send my spine to a shiver.



Well, it was like 3a.m in the morning when I decided for a midnight snack. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water before beginning to rummage for food. A small black object immediately flew past at the corner of my eye. Intrigued, I followed and saw a fully grown adult cockroach staring back at me from the sink.



Immediately I dashed back and swore very, VERY loudly.



While the little bugger was having fun playing Indiana Jones and the Lost Kitchen, I was wondering how to kill it. Electric Swatter? Plate? Tissue Papers? Baygon? At last, I settled with the old school way which man have countered cockroaches for ages. The trusty newspaper.



I took an old newspaper sheet (Obviously, unless you want a flattened cockroach on your morning paper.) and rolled it like as if it was my lifeline. Thankfully the little bugger decided to climb down and made itself an easy target on the floor. The match was set, I raised my paper and BAM!

Now, the thing about these annoying bugs that when you try to squish them, they run to YOU instead of running away. And that is what exactly this guy tried to do, resulting in me doing the moonwalk jump to avoid him. A second, accurate whack finished him off, sending him flying to the carpet.



They also have a nasty habit to shuffle their legs, feelers, wings or whatever they can in their death throes, and that killed my appetite. I scooped the bugger up and gave him the burial he deserved, in the rubbish bin.

I can never understand how people in Fear Factor or I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here! can withstand bugs crawling all over them, especially freaking cockroaches. Maybe it's because of the money.



Whatever the case, that's pretty much of the news I have. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to not think of that cockroach incident lest my goosebumps explode. Lolololololololololol.