DIE, YOU!

But everything in life is such a risk factor, isn't it?

Even not doing anything can bring about illness. Everything should just come with a warning label. Nothing truly holds a treat, only because fucking everything holds a potential threat.

My good frined's sister was just diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Of the worse kind or whatever that fucking means. And she just turned 23 last month. Nothing is fucking sacred. Even in youth.

Everyone you meet has something that will potentially kill them, even if it happens to be a pair of legs that take them in direct path of a fucking speeding truck. We all die, so why even think of banning things that have a potential life threatening aid in them, like fucking cigarettes?

What's the point? Everyone fucking dies.

If I'm walking down the street and get bashed in the head and subsequently die, I get bashed in the head and die. If I live to 80, I live to be 80. If some fuckers puts fucking poison in my can of big cat at a bar, fucker poisons me at the bar. There is truly nothing I can do to stop it. I can cheat death, but I will one day succumb to it. Fucking murderers and rapists die, kids die, parents die, murderers, nuns and even MJ. He died too. Everyone fucking dies.

And so will I.

Why, you ask?

Because everything is a ticking time bomb waiting to fucking kill you.

Hospital and The Unknown

I hate hospitals. The government funded ones and also the private ones with them gleaming polished linoleum floors and expensive sofas in the lounge.

No. I think I hate seeing people being sick more. And I hate knowing the sick person is eventually going to die.

I was at the hospital this evening.

And as I sat there watching them sitting around in the room, no one speaks. The ticking of the clock on the wall and an occasional cough were the only sounds in the room. We're on the critical unit floor.

Outside, in the hall, the sound of shoes clicking, thumping and squeaking on the polished floor and muffled conversations could be heard. The beep beeping of equipments from the intensive care rooms further amplifies the sombre mood.

Our small group was in limbo. I can feel how they feel. It is as if you're not a part of the living and yet, not dead. Waiting for the news to come in was brutal. Flashback from the days I spent with my now departed aunt while at the same hospital months ago suddenly overwhelms me.

And now this.

Each nurse and doctor that came towards the plate glass and then walks pass made their blood rush and trickle as they went by. The same questions is in everyone’s head. The what-ifs, maybes, if onlys. The ultimate question of mortality, and the accounting for their own lives.

Then she walked in. She paused at the door way and managed a smile. The nurse's face gave no clue as she beckoned them to follow her down the hallway. The squeak of her shoes set a cadence as they marched behind her.

To face the unknown.

Nasiblah

I was 12.

I think.

And I was at the village when I first heard this one. Probably the most popular song in the valley of our tribe at the time. And there's that 'Yang Penting Hepi' by Jamal Mirdad.

Fucking HEPI, man.

Jamal Mirdad and Lis Sugianto rawks!

Ode To Anon

I've not had the time to come in here as I was busy like them whores at Reservoir Park the past few weeks. And I need to make an apology. To a certain someone. I also realise today that I have many people coming here to read my shit and the thought of that gives me a fucking hard on. If you should know, they are 9 of you who comes here every now and then. And that is a fucking big number to me. I'll set a fan base soon. So watch this page!

I especially need to apologise to Anon (I refer to this person as Anon as the person wants to remain Anonymous for reasons only known to the person. And I think Anon gives the person a certain identity and also Anon rhymes with Enon, like Mak Enon, the evil old lady actor who gave me repeated nightmares for nights on end when I was 7 years old).

Anon apparently comes in here to read me on two certain dates. And that's on Valentines and April Fools day. The thought that someone actually remembers coming in here on two dates of the year also sends shivers of the good kind to my nether region. I feel like I'm being stalked and naked.

I know I have neglected this years fools day and for that I must apologise to you, Anon.

So here now is my apology.

Fuck you!

Now go do something worth your time. Like watch grass grow or something.

On a more serious note.

I would also like to say "You're really fucked now, Bro!" to my bratha from a different momma, Jas, for being so fucking stooopid. He just got himself entangled into this matrimonial enslavement thing.

Three words, bro - YOU DONT FUCING KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO!!!

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!!

On The Road

Living to my principle of trying something and anything at least once in my life, I am proud to announce here that last night I've finally treaded on the road less taken.

I have savoured the forbidden apple which tasted so revolting good and drank blissfully from the cup of Gonoth Borogoth.

And for that,

I thank you.

Yesss. You.

Now fuck off.