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HOW WILL I DIE?
Saturday, December 22, 2007, 1:18 pm
Was Blog-hopping and mind was somewhere else.

I think I am taking the bus down to Hell when I die. But I don't think I will die soon. Bee-hoon didn't make me choke in the morning. I didn't gag on Fried-Chicken-Wing-Bones. I didn't swallow chilli sauce and die. Oh hell, I am going to Hell, even if I don't die now.

But I hope bread with jam is not dangerous. Yeah. Father went to Pasir Gudang. Mother lazy to cook. Sister back in hostel. Brother typing nonsense into his blog. (Brother, in this case, is yours truly.) I am so not going to eat bread. Kill me, but I won't put the disgusting thing into my mouth. So, I don't think I will die, after lunchtime. But maybe Gastric can kill.

Come what may. You can put a knife into my stomach. That will make me die faster. And I won't spend my days thinking how I will die in years.






Ernest