The Ripped Soul

Turn up your volume REALLY loud and play this video. This is some crazy shit right here.



How's that? Laughed your heart out yet? Hah.

Skipped school AGAIN today.. alarm didn't ring and someone didn't wake me up. Coincidence? Hah. There goes another zero for accounts. Likewise for maths on tuesday. [Yes, I skipped school on tuesday as well.] Sucks, but honestly.. cos its just the mids, I don't really give a shit. Even if I did give a shit, its too late for regrets. Time machine, anyone? Guess not.. since there ain't nothing called a Time Machine.

And if you think I skipped school with intent, please think again. Can you really blame a kid that wakes up at 745am-10am on both days? I know then you'll say like, "then why not you just go to school and report late?"

And get punished? Run around the court 20 times? Get parents called up? Get suspended? Hah. I'd rather stay home and rot to death and give parent letters and let my mom see a zero straight on my report card. I mean if you had a choice..

- go to school late, get punished and don't have a nice day at all..

and

- skip school, write a parent's letter, enjoy your day home, get punished ANYWAY for not attending school..

Which one seems more appealing? Definetly the latter, yes?

And when you have no friends in school.. the latter sure does seem appealin'. No freakin' doubt about it. Sure, there's the bad stuff like the zero on the report card, the teacher's constant lectures about being absent.. BUT ITS JUST MIDS. Its not the finals. Not the real thing. Not the O's. Yet.

So this is the kinda entry that comes from the rebel with no cause in school, that's taking in self-comfort when they're absent for a damn exam. Hah. So much for that. Pfft.

On another note.. yesterday's entry.

You know, I saw Na's tag on my board. She READ my 'about me' section. Just how many of you readers out there actually READ it? Word for word? Hmm?

I'd say maybe.. Na was.. 2nd? Only other fellow of whom I know that read it was Uncle P. Now I ask you this.

Did I not state there, if you were to have ANY, problems at all with me, that you are not to blog about it? That you are to EMAIL me instead?

I posted that there for a simple reason. I don't like the attention. I don't like being "attacked" on blogs. Especially when I didn't launch the first missile at you on MY blog. So in preventing such shitty damage in future..

Please. For the love of God, of me, of the whole fucking world..

DO NOT BLOG ABOUT ME IF YOU'RE FEELING FUCKED UP ABOUT YOUR OWN SHIT.

If I left a tag that didn't make you happy, tell me. MSN, email, personal messages on friendster, handphone, SMS...et cetera. Call me if you must. Delete the message if you find that you don't like it. Don't go involve all your shitty friends and let them pull extra ammunition on me, when they had nothing to do with it in the first place. They don't know me.

I don't go around telling the whole world or go on and blog about your relationships, your life, your problems, your joys and your sorrows. Don't see why you should do the same kind of shit to me.

This is a final warning.

Not only to her. To all you people with blogging power. And especially in address to those who hate me. I don't give a shit if you hate me. But don't spoil my name and go write some fucked shit for the whole world to fucking see. Go on and deal the hatred with me face on.

Oh, and just for the record.. I'm not going to care anymore about anyone. You wanna fuck up your life, go ahead. I won't stop you, I won't give you advice, I won't even ask you to think twice. Why? Cos my birthday was last week. I'm what? 6 days old? You people were born YEARS before me. You've eaten the shit and drank the piss I've yet to dine with. So you bastards can go deal with your own shit yourself.

But as for you people who still need someone, I'm still here. Ever ready at your service.

Just as long as you don't use me and fuck me by my back later.