There is never one cockroach

At least that’s how it was when I rode a cab from Mall of Asia.

We just left and I was going to get my iPod from my bag when I saw a small ipis about to creep up the surface of my bag, which I immediately swatted off. I thought that would be the end of it. But apparently, the number of tiny cockroaches that showed up a few seconds later thought otherwise. As in as tiny as my fingernails and they were all over the friggin place! When I looked behind me, apparently the seat had a part that was torn out and there inside were friggin cockroaches! Embarrassingly, I screamed. I thought I would be able to endure it the entire ride to Intramuros but somewhere along Roxas I decided to get out of the friggin cab. (I promptly bathed in Alcohol after—Thanks to my sister for buying me a small one!)

The taxi driver, in all fairness to him, was kind. He even lent me a used rag to swat off the damn bugs–but it was kinda dirty so I had qualms about it. I just had to get out. I was really freaking out already. If there’s one thing (well, one of the things) that scare me senseless, it’s being outnumbered. And the number of cockroaches in that beat up cab definitely outnumbered me. Huhuhu

Trauma. Oh well, the day can only get better.

Heebie jeebies.

Back to work!