The things we remember.

Today as I was reading the cognitive psychology text

I came across the word cockroach.

This triggers a memory of mine from foundation year

Stacy and I were in our dorm studying for our final exam.

Suddenly Stacy turn to me and said,

Stacy: Kat, I think I smell cockroach

Me: What? Cockroaches don’t have smell. You are too paranoid

Stacy: Maybe.

I turn around trying to reach for a pillow from my bed, and guess what I saw. Yes a big fat cockroach on the floor.

Me: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………Stacy cockroach!

Stacy: Where?

(Both of us jumped on to our chair)

Me: There on the floor. Going under your bed now, get the sheltox!

(Stacy went down and start to look for the cockroach)

Stacy: Sheltox no use, get me a newspaper fast

(Rolling up a stack of newspaper and hand it to her).

Stacy: found it!

Pak!

We continue on our reading.

Me: Wow… you can smell cockroach. What does it smell like anyway?

I kind of forgot what she said but I remember her saying that of all the pest in this world she hate cockroach the most