Date: 1 Dec, 2001
During the week, I live in a scary house. Inside and out, it looks and feels like a haunted house. Old pictures, old paintings, old grandfather clocks, old mirrors, old statues, old everything. But such things don't give me goose bumps...
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I am a medical student. The site of a decapitated head hardly makes my stomach turn... I dissect cadavers. I could open the abdomen of a cadaver and not vomit...
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I live in a chaotic neighborhood. Gunshots and fraternity wars are common happenings. I have learned to live with it...
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Nothing big really scares me... What scares me most, what really makes my hair stand, what really really makes me scream in terror is a flying cockroach inside a bathroom. My adrenaline really shoots up when this rare thing happens. Just last week, i was taking a bath when suddenly i saw this cockroach high up on the bathroom wall, attempting to fly. A loud scream managed to escape out of my throat as i immediately ran outside the shower area. As luck would have it, i forgot my towel and my head was full of conditioner. I didn't know whether i should attempt to throw everything in sight at the insect or just run. It's a good thing that hideous insect fell on the floor, otherwise i would have ran out naked and all... Not a pretty sight i think.
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