Okay I'm blogging this right after settling down after the damn roach has been killed and efficiently tweeting about it. So here goes. I was packing my school bag for school and then I realised this cockroach in my living room ledging on the damn curtains leading to my home's kitchen. I ignored it since it was in my room and told my sister about it as well so she'd be beware of it because we shared the same room. We were slacking in the room and then we decided to head out together as I wanted to pee and she wanted to grab her laptop. Once we opened the door BAM the damn cockroach flew in with the speed of lightning. We both freaked out big time, my sister had it worst the roach flew on to her face. We jumped and screamed on our beds. Thinking back it's hysterical. But at that point of time we were scared shitless. Felt like the conjuring wasn't that much of a torture anymore. Flipped the whole room upside down to find it's location and we couldn't find it. We sorta doubted ourselves even. Luckily we didn't give up. I was searching and I decided to stand on my bed and there I saw it. Yucks! It was on one of my clothes hangers. We freaked out once again wtf. Had no damn choice but to wake my mom up, my sister and I was too pussy to even go near it. So my sister kept watch and I went to get mom. Mom came, tried to save us but failed because once again we were all too scared to do anything about it. By that time the fucking roach was on my room curtains. Damn I swear it has fetishes for curtains. My sister kept watch again. We had to wake up dad and we were all reluctant but we had NO fucking choice. To our horror we can't wake him up he's in a damn deep sleep. We were deliberating Walking up and down and tried to wake my dad up again and yay. YA he had to scold me about my hair first wtf. So we told him the damn Roach's location and woola he killed it. YAY. I'm so glad my parents are here. Okay that's the end. What a way to end it. Dafug.