You know what? I freaking hate red ants, flying cockroaches (I personally think that I am fated with cockroaches because they always die under my feet.), lizards (encountered in my outlet le. funny story.), creepy crawly stuff.

Wow. The 3 words 'Creepy-Crawly-Stuff" actually DO contains the cockroaches, red ants...all cut short. Umm. Yep.

Why I don't like red ants? They are red, fierce-looking, not cute-looking (all ants look horrible by the way. DUH.), and man..do they pack a bite! Their bites are slow and itchy. And cockroaches? They really make you scream by crawling up your legs without you knowing. I do have a experience when i make a trip to my toilet and suddenly i felt this "tingling-sensation" up my legs and then to my horrors, a cockroach is attempting to make his/her (sorry, cockroaches maybe got no sex.) way up to my legs. I guessed the world will be very busy now to investigate to know where the screams came from because IT IS A HELL OF A SHOCK that I had, and I know that I had screamed like SHIT.

I don't know whether do screams contribute to heart attacks? or sudden mental disorders? or whatever? I don't want to know. But then these kind of stuff really make people go haywire.

This reminds me of a story that I wanna tell but not sure whether I have blogged about this, it's about a story that I encountered a lizard in my shop. Don't know whether I have told this out but then it was real funny.

That day, I remembered I was packing the stock in the outlet and then after doing the stock, I went to do my packing of the stock that is being transferred in from other outlets. As I went to take some bottles of Vitamin C to the Vitamin C section, I heard a 'slap' on the floor just some distance away from me. I turned and to my fucking horrors, a lizard dropped from the ceiling to the floor. (I think so la, or else where does it come from????) It was wriggling it's way towards me and then I was stoned for a while and started my icky face. oh shit. oh shit. oh shit.

And then I stomped on my foot to let it get out of the shop but it wont't!!!!! It started to wriggle into our counter. oh shit. oh shit. oh shit. Luckily, it didn't wriggle into our clothes cabinet because I quickly slammed the cabinets shut in case this lizard wriggle into our clothes. (that will be freaking awful.) I was still storming my foot and pulling a shitty face when my supervisor came in. (she went to the loo when this incident happened.) She was just in time to see my shit face and the sounds of my storming foot.

"What are you doing??"

"L..IZARD!!"

"oh my goddd!! It ran into our counter???"

"YA! but luckily, I slammed the cabinets shut!"

"OK, pass me a broom, I will get this bugger out."

I passed her the broom and she proceeded to get the bugger out. It wriggled helplessly (because I guess when this bugger, when fallen from the ceiling, it was stoned.) and then I say:

"Ok, I will take in charge from here."

"I will pass you the rubbish bin, quickly you sweep this bugger on the dust pan and then throw it in the rubbish bag."

The thoughts of that was horrifying. What if the thing went on my hands??? gosh.

I swept the bugger out and quickly, I took the dustpan and I swept the bugger on the dustpan, freaking hell, it wriggled again and then went on top of the handle and jumped "slap" on the floor again. By this time, I was cursing under my breath saying "QUICK go into the RUBBISH BAG!!!!". I retreated my bloody hands stormed my foot again.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME LA!!!!!!! DON'T TORTURE MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

A lot of people passing by the shop will be wondering what is this crazy GNC girl shouting and screaming about. If they wanna know, I will throw the lizard onto their faces and say "THERE! YOU HAPPY??" ok, back to the story.

I attempted again and then i successfully swept the bugger without it moving, and when I threw the bugger into the rubbish bag, it somewhat stick it's head out for the last time to look at my face. gosh. I think I am the murderer here man......You think I am so soft-hearted?? "TOO BAD YOU ARE A LIZARD!"

I tied a knot quickly and say: "SUCCESS!!!! and GOODBYE TO YOU!" I threw the bag into the rubbish bin outside my shop.

Finally, a lizard out of my way. Screw them. haha.