I know, I know... I've not been updating my blog regularly even though I have all this thoughts in my head. And I want to share the thoughts here, but I was afraid of getting arrested, my house getting raided or getting send to the shrink. Cos the thoughts that goes on in my head are rather dark. I don't know why I've been thinking the way that I've been thinking, but some of the thoughts that goes on in my head are quite funny and nice. Hmmm... Maybe, I should visit a shrink lest I lose my self-control and carry out all things that I've been thinking. It happened before in my primary school where I stabbed my classmate in his arm, with a, get this, a just sharpened pencil. Punishment? To stand outside the class for a whole period. I've gotten into lots of trouble in my primary and secondary schools for carrying out the shit that I was thinking.

I've gotten into trouble for taking revenge on my juniors by locking them in this shipping container that has been turned into a place where the kids could hang out. That's what it was called, The Hangout. Stupid name... And I was the person-in-charge of that place, and it was kinda alright but making the schedule for the prefects to take care of that place was a bitch. Why? Cos some of them wouldn't report for duty and I have to do their duty. That was my greatest achievement, I think, when playing pranks on others. Why? Cos it was the most funniest one ever. The door to that place was lock from the inside and the padlock to lock the gate was hidden by one of the victims. So, how did me and my mates locked them? We used a strip of black electrical tape, and wind it into the hole where the padlock should go. Should be easy for them to break out, right? Wrong! They couldn't and they were banging on the door and what did we do? We were standing at the window laughing at them and when they start cursing at us, of course, we cursed at them back. We only removed the tape after we had our fun and luckily too. Cos my Design and Tech teacher came over, opened the door to the Hangout and asked them, what the fuck was going on... Of course she didn't see us. We were sitting at a nearby staircase, blocked by a wall. We quickly ran off lest she saw us. Of course, the next day, the teacher in charge pull all of those involve, in and we had a bit of an "Oprah" moment. And I had to put up a face and apologise to them. Fucking shit! What I did next? Didn't talk, didn't wanna see their face for a couple of weeks.

See... That's the outcome of me carrying out all the shit that goes on in my head. But don't worry, I've been controlling myself, not to carry out all the shit that goes on in my head. If I had done so, I won't be here typing this shit. I might be in the hospital or six feet under the ground...


"Life's a bitch, then you die..." - a line from one of my fave movies...

Friendster's fucked up!

All of you who visit my Friendster account from today onwards, will realise that I've deleted all my pics... Why? Personal reasons; for me to know, for you to find out... And Friendster's really fucked up cos....it's jsut fucked up... No need for me to explain why I said that. My bro said so too. He told me recently that he doesn't have a Friendster account cos it's just fucked up... I would much prefer to log into my Myspace account rather than Friendster cos it's better and the people there are more mature and open-minded. And it's also used worldwide... Friendster? Basically, most Singaporeans immature kids uses it. Well, some of you might ask - Why the fuck did I have a Friendster account? Simple reason for that... So, that I could find my primary and secondary schools' friends and keep in touch with them. But, what was I thinking? I don't think I know any of these people anymore. Some of them have totally changed that I don't know who I was talking to. And then, there'll be those who don't fucking reply when I send them a message! These people, I'm gonna start deleting them. Maybe, I should just fucking delete my Friendster account. Hmmm... Not a bad idea! Haha...

I'm been using the Internet service at my community centre and I would see some of them logging into their Friendster account and for the 'minahs', they look for 'mats' and vice versa. And then, maybe, they'll send messages to whomever they find attractive and flirt with them. That's what I think that they're doing... Oh wait! That's what they are doing, I've seen them. And no, thankfully, I didn't get any messages from this arseholes. Thank God!