ive never really told anyone about my fear to creepy-crawlies, but i guess this kind of thing doesnt need any tell-off. it just kinda surfaces out of a sudden.
so i here i am, dreading the days that passed when i had not enough guts to get in my own bathroom and take a shower. no, dont get me wrong. it's not the water that i feared. but it's the thing that lurks in the shower that sends a shiver down my spine, and me running in hysterics out of the house, down the road.....
i hate spiders. from the smallest, teeny-tiniest ones,, to those gigantic tarantulas. it was a comfort to me back then when they announced in national geografic that these giant tarantulas only exists in the europe-african region, and nowhere in asia. yeah,,, right. wait until i call their business off by telling the whole world that for the first time, their beloved national geologists are WRONG. wrong!!!! coz somehow, i happened to discover one big, hairy spider that was the size of my pinky when i was rummaging through my old memorabilias from past high school last saturday. and i tell you what, it's a BIG one.
i tried telling my parents about it, but they simply told me to kill it or just squash it to death with anything that i had in hand at the time. and at that minute i was just typing away on my phone, sending a text to my long-lost bestfriend when the event occured. hmmm, kinda seducing, the fact that if i lose this one phone, i might get another, newer, cooler one. but to think things through again, my sisters didnt get a new one even when they didnt damage theirs on purpose. heh, no way. im not gonna risk spending one sem of college next year being phone-less.
these days id been dreaming about some people, which was WEIRD. id never dreamed of dreaming about these people, so that's what's making dreaming about them weird. WEIRD.
telling my sister was more,, impossible than telling my parents. she was clearly excited when i described the details of the hairy monster- big butt, hairy feet as big as my pinky, and some white lines on its body, i thought that she was going to tell me something valuable, like dont worry, it's not a spider or tarantula of any sort. it's just a small, vulnerable insect that wanted to look for a friend. but no, she didnt turn into a tree-hugger or animal lover as far as i was concerned. instead, she told me with too much excitement in her voice, that i thought she was finally losing it, after 4 sems of medic in intec. she told me that i should maybe tell the whole world about it, maybe it's a new species, and maybe we could get money from selling it to any zoos that would offer the highest pay for the dang spider. all the while as she shot through her brilliant, one-in-a-million scheme, i had nothing good in mind. it's not really hard to figure out where she got that idea from. stf wasnt a small, green school for nothing, ya know. we've had our fair share of near-death experiences with shiny, slithering reptiles and bees (or hornets, im pretty sure they were hornets, but no one believed me) and king-kong principal more than anyone else or any other schools in the country. that made me feel sick in the stomach. am i going to turn out like her someday? thinking about making money on a dang insect? NO WAY!!!
ok, back to that spider. after days of not TAKING A SHOWER IN MY OWN BATHROOM (im putting this capital letters so you wont have any weird ideas before you finish reading the whole sentence), i finally was annoyed enough to ignore my fears. my life was already a miserable mess, and im not gonna let this stupid spider make it any harder for me. so i summed up all the courage and energy i had, along with bad morning breath and charged (or more to slumped) towards the bathroom. it was surprising how really bright it was inside, after days of being left unintended. the floor was as sticky and wet as i left it days ago. armed with a shieldtox in my left hand, i scanned the whole room for that damned creature. it wasnt hard to find. there it was, hiding behind the red pail at the corner. this was starting to sound like an epic nightmare.
to cut the story short, i ran screaming to my mama after several failed attempts of killing the spider with the insecticide.
and so the life of the hairy monster ends, along with my sister's million-dollar dream. sorry, sistar.
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so i here i am, dreading the days that passed when i had not enough guts to get in my own bathroom and take a shower. no, dont get me wrong. it's not the water that i feared. but it's the thing that lurks in the shower that sends a shiver down my spine, and me running in hysterics out of the house, down the road.....
i hate spiders. from the smallest, teeny-tiniest ones,, to those gigantic tarantulas. it was a comfort to me back then when they announced in national geografic that these giant tarantulas only exists in the europe-african region, and nowhere in asia. yeah,,, right. wait until i call their business off by telling the whole world that for the first time, their beloved national geologists are WRONG. wrong!!!! coz somehow, i happened to discover one big, hairy spider that was the size of my pinky when i was rummaging through my old memorabilias from past high school last saturday. and i tell you what, it's a BIG one.
i tried telling my parents about it, but they simply told me to kill it or just squash it to death with anything that i had in hand at the time. and at that minute i was just typing away on my phone, sending a text to my long-lost bestfriend when the event occured. hmmm, kinda seducing, the fact that if i lose this one phone, i might get another, newer, cooler one. but to think things through again, my sisters didnt get a new one even when they didnt damage theirs on purpose. heh, no way. im not gonna risk spending one sem of college next year being phone-less.
these days id been dreaming about some people, which was WEIRD. id never dreamed of dreaming about these people, so that's what's making dreaming about them weird. WEIRD.
telling my sister was more,, impossible than telling my parents. she was clearly excited when i described the details of the hairy monster- big butt, hairy feet as big as my pinky, and some white lines on its body, i thought that she was going to tell me something valuable, like dont worry, it's not a spider or tarantula of any sort. it's just a small, vulnerable insect that wanted to look for a friend. but no, she didnt turn into a tree-hugger or animal lover as far as i was concerned. instead, she told me with too much excitement in her voice, that i thought she was finally losing it, after 4 sems of medic in intec. she told me that i should maybe tell the whole world about it, maybe it's a new species, and maybe we could get money from selling it to any zoos that would offer the highest pay for the dang spider. all the while as she shot through her brilliant, one-in-a-million scheme, i had nothing good in mind. it's not really hard to figure out where she got that idea from. stf wasnt a small, green school for nothing, ya know. we've had our fair share of near-death experiences with shiny, slithering reptiles and bees (or hornets, im pretty sure they were hornets, but no one believed me) and king-kong principal more than anyone else or any other schools in the country. that made me feel sick in the stomach. am i going to turn out like her someday? thinking about making money on a dang insect? NO WAY!!!
ok, back to that spider. after days of not TAKING A SHOWER IN MY OWN BATHROOM (im putting this capital letters so you wont have any weird ideas before you finish reading the whole sentence), i finally was annoyed enough to ignore my fears. my life was already a miserable mess, and im not gonna let this stupid spider make it any harder for me. so i summed up all the courage and energy i had, along with bad morning breath and charged (or more to slumped) towards the bathroom. it was surprising how really bright it was inside, after days of being left unintended. the floor was as sticky and wet as i left it days ago. armed with a shieldtox in my left hand, i scanned the whole room for that damned creature. it wasnt hard to find. there it was, hiding behind the red pail at the corner. this was starting to sound like an epic nightmare.
to cut the story short, i ran screaming to my mama after several failed attempts of killing the spider with the insecticide.
and so the life of the hairy monster ends, along with my sister's million-dollar dream. sorry, sistar.
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2 comments:
NOOOOOO!!!! MY SPIDER!! Owh, u screw up my chance to be a billionaire..... hahahaahaha.
Shut up, Ngah. Kau akn wt mende yg sme klu kau asyek nmpk spider je merayap kt rumah. Ak dh nail hilang trauma. Sbb marah sangat ngan taik burung tuh
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