Phobia

Having decided to stay in the living room overnight right now, reminds me of all those nights when I was hiding from something in the room back then.

It was the first time in my life that I'm staying out of home (excluding camps and trips of course). I was living in a condominium, 26th floor, always paid visit by big bugs. They come one by one. I have absolutely no idea of the bug species but it's black and big and is able to fly ( ><" ). When the bug decides to have a day trip in my room, I would scream and run out from the room. 

My housemate was just as afraid. One time, one bug loitered in her room and we spent the night in my room and she slept on my blanket.

That was time in Bukit Jalil, first year of university. Later during the final year, I had to find aplace in Seremban. The house was so old, it was maybe long time has been house for the lizards. Every night I listen to the lizardss chit chating.

It was a very hectic semester, I spent my time in the library until 10pm before calling a day. One night when I got home, I opened the door and a lizard fell right on my pony tail as I stepped in the room. 

And my furniture arrangement was weird. The bed is in the middle just so to limit access from the lizards. Then my wishes had always been, "dear lizards please don't fall from ceiling ".

Back then, it was the thought of those place being temporary home that kept me sane. The feeling of insecurity kills.

appreciate life,