MY STORYBOARD

Been going through Malaysia Today everytime i switched on the internet. MY! Everybody had something to say on current issues. And so many of everybody had some comments to post! Thats what I am doing now, commenting, hark! hark! Hark!. Foul languages were and are the points of the day. Words like "fuck" "balls", "cum" "shit" "dogs" were not as bad or vulgar as when the same were in bahasa, like "Kemut", "jalang" and many more ( I have to go through the postings and do my collections again). The first time I started reading the stuff there, I was full of spirit. Even copied and pasted some "good" ones in word pad. I even went though all the comments made on the write-ups till the very end. Fiery indeed, especially the short comments made, some just in one sentence. They must feel proud having their comments added into the main story. They must've felt that they belonged somewhere down under. They must've felt that they were making big contributions to the well-beings of the nation by their remarks. BUT I am still interested going through the postings , opening each and every one of them. Then ...I began to get sick in my stomach. Nothing seems rights just like what i used to be. And i am not happy about it. When you read too much of the stuff, you get sick inside. Maybe I am not so committed just yet in their world.