Saturday, May 17, 2003


That slimy piece of illiterate shit threatened to throw Twiggy and Terry if i do not do it myself in two weeks.
Two weeks grace?
Reason: Twiggy and Terry are disturbing him.
Like as if he needed any brains when he works...
and his health is so important!!!
Oh please.... Get alive!!!!
He is worthless in this society... even this world.
Bloody fucking himbo
oh well... if he thinks he's god damn good-looking, I should do him a favour by praying for someone to bring him back to the reality
and let him know that he is just a fucking balding old rotting fish!
When i shut the door, he pushed it open again telling me not to shut when he's still talking.
Oh well... i do not owe him respect and i fucking despise him!
Retorted that he had already made his point clear and he askd what made me think so.
When i asked him what else he had to say, he repeated it again.
Fuck man.... Brainless illiterate.
If God had bestowed me a knife,
I would have slit him bit by bit,
letting him suffer to his death.


Jon and I met Dad downstairs when we went for lunch.
So we ate together....
It was a tad awkward....
but Dad left after he finished his plate of duck rice.
Might be going to the Commandos ORD later at China Black...
That's if Jon even decides to go.
In the mood leh...
But have to be home early cuz Mum's brining me to church early tomorrow.

The Retards after a jog


istillcrySaturday, May 17, 2003

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