Do you fear death?

A scary thought crossed my mind not more than 5 minutes ago. My brother's leaving to the bus station and my parents and taking him there. I thought about committing suicide when they were out of the house. Don't worry, I'm not going to. Is it because I fear death? Not really. Then what stopped me? I don't know. It just doesn't seem like the right thing to do. It's not like any of the mean and nasty things I've done, this one just seems so wrong.... taking your own life, a gift given by an all powerful being. Sometimes I wish I was living in a movie... where plastic surgery to change your face, and sneak out of the country to live somewhere else where no one knows who you are... is very possible. Just feel like living alone without anyone attached so I won't need to care about anyone but myself.

Living is just so hard....

This? Or That?

Is this post a long post?
Or a short one?

To answer to the whines of Skippy, Vorcon and Camlok about me not updating my blog?
Or ignore them?

Should I find a way to get to Bon Odori this year?
Or not attend in due to transport problems?

Tie my hair up?
Or let it down?

Dance to exercise?
Or crunches?

Watching movies?
Or playing WoW?

Glasses?
Or contacts?

Cameron Highlands?
Or Langkawi?

Skirt?
Or Pants?

Black?
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Or White?