No Pics today

Sori boys and girls... no more pics today.... Been rather tired and sick lately. I suffer from IBD or more precisely NUD.... Waaaaaahhhhh more abreviations.... We Sillyporeans just love to abreviate things.... ERP.... ECP... HDB.... whatever!!!

Anyway... IBD is Irritable Bowel Syndrome and NUD is Non Ulcer Dyspepsia. Both are problems you really do not want to have man..... both mean that your stomach is easil irritated and this can be from the food you have eaten or even the speed you ate the food. Sufferes who are at the epitomy of this problem will be throwing up and or having Diarrhoea and so on. This means that virtually nothing can go in and once in can come in violently in both ways... hehehehe... Like I said.. not a good way to enjoy lfe.

Anyway so much for sickness..... I am actually pretty tired of this old life of mine... so am ready to go anywhere else..... Don wori lah... I do not believe in killing myself..... But then the thing is.... having a look at life nowadays.... Sometimes it is better to even escape by any other means to any other place. Death to some is a scary thing.. but to me is a new adventure..... and I do not have any notions of being like Nichlas Cage in Ghost Rider or Spawn or other movie dead beings... To me being dead is just the body rotting away. As for the spirit and the higher consciousness.... I do not really care lah.... Why be afraid of something you do not know when the things you know should be more scary?

I am not kidding when I say that nothing much really scares me nowadays. I was deadly afraid of cockroaches.... I would scream like a girl...(Shhhhh please don't tell anyone) and run like a headless chicken. There was once when we were in the army and we were in our bunk an a big cockroach flew into our room..... All 15 of us ran out screaming like girls..... There was also once when I was nearly killed by a cockroach.... This was when I was living alone in Japan.... It was during summer when the insects came out. My bed was just beside the wall and I saw a cockroach crawling on the wall on top of my bed. So I climbed on the bed, took out the bug spray and sprayed the mother F..... It ran away, then turned round and came back towards me..... I got scared out of my wits.... Took a step back.... my foot found nothing but open air.... and fell flat on my back....OOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh..... I could not move....could not breath....."think I need to call an ambulance......".... But then the next question is "What the bloody hell do I tell the operator?? A cockroach almost killed me????" Man with broken back because he fell from bed... and because he tried to kill a cockroach but was attacked by the very same cockroach..!!??? People sure laugh till they turn purple man.... So I slowly regained my feeling... moved a toe... moved a finger and so on.

Now surprisingly.... I am not afraid of those little damn things anymore.... The stupid Lancer I was driving had the little damned idiots running around.... and when I saw them I would just whack them with my hand.....

I am also not really afraid of "ghosts" and so on.... Though I would really not like to meet one... but I am not really scared.... Perhaps because I have nothing to hide and have done no evil.... This was from waaaaaayyyyy baaacccckkkk in my younger days... I think it is because I learnt to adapt to my fears.... Imagine..... as a very young primary school student and secondary school student... I had to take buses to school. And school started at 7.30am... My school was rather far so I had to start a bit earlier..... earlier meant darker.... and I had to cross a wooded area beside a river.... people have drowned in the river...... dark shadows can be seen on the trees.... And one fine day.... (actually it was a dark and eery morning) my stupid mom....(hhhmmmmmmmmmmm maybe the signs that she had a weak mind was clear from the start) told me...."Son... you have to be careful... someone told me that a pontianak has escaped from Malaysia and is in Singapore!!! A pontianak is a Malay Vampire...... If that doesn't scarea child and scars his life.... I do not know what will.... And some more.... if she were so bloody concerned..... then why the bloody hell did she not send me to the stupid bus stop???? Scarred of the pontianak must be..... Nowadays.... Mat Alamak escape.... people do not really care... tell them a pontianak and see how they laugh at you.....

So my fearless attitude grew from these humble beginnings..... Even in the army.... I could walk alone in the middle of the night in the jungles... in the training fields...."aaaaahhhhh what is there to be afraid??" "I already kenna a pontianak fear from young man!!! Chey!!!"

Damn this blog is long man..... but tired and sick and bored..... Anyway... thanks for listening man....

Cheers and peace out