yer hear me? imma gon' keel yer.

fucking hell, whenever i get reminded of that guy, i get so fucking pissed off and upset. i feel so sorry that one of my friends has the same name as that guy because that name pisses me off and that friend doesnt. in fact, the name shouldnt even be tainted. the guy should rename himself as i'm-a-fucker-at-hotmail.cock.cb.knn.lj.knnb

an example of a sentence that might remind me of the fucker is, let's say, 'He kept his notes by his side lest faulty memory lead him astray.'
argh fuck, the sight, it burns!

i dont know why i swear so much in this post.
actually i do.
it's because i'm fucking pissed off about being reminded of that guy. that mother fucker really angers me reeeeeal bad.
self-control, young padawan
FUCK YODA. i will shove the freaking RED light saber up your green ass.
you dont talk to me about self-control

teehee i'm schizophrenic.
but believe me, both of me hates
that,
fucker,
down to,
the,
fucking,
core.

and guess what's the funny thing. I HAVE NEVER MET THAT ASSHOLE!
:D
:D
:D
i think that's cool. being able to harbour such intense hatred for someone i've never met, seen, talked to or any form of contact with. i know i'm being unfair so WHAT HE FUCK? you wanna talk to me about playing fair i will shove the lightsaber up your asshole too. i'm unfair but i'm not sorry about this.

fuck, i've never hated someone so bad. you can throw me ten more shawnas and the net hatred i have for the ten of them for simultaneously lying about me will not rival the hatred i have for that fucker.
ok, maybe it can rival.
BUT, you see the point? in reality, we can never have 10 shawnas. in other words, nothing else that is feasible in the real world can generate such quantity of hatred within me.

i have never wanted to hurt someone real bad. never. i will walk away from fights and all. when i hurt my friends, it's like play.
but you know what. if i ever see that asshole in real life, i will whack him.

i've imagined myself smuggling knukle-dusters into singapore just for that bastard. but, i dont think the knuckle-dusters matter. cos with such burning hatred, i'll be berserk when i start hitting him and when that happens, my bare knuckles are gonna hurt him more than knuckle-dusters. poor fucker, he'd be begging me to use the dusters.

why did he come to singapore. he's safe in malaysia right. he came here..... for fuck?
if i see him, and when i've confirmed it's him, ho ho ho, his mum wont recognise him after that.

hey, let's hope your short stay in singapore runs out before you run into me. i dont wanna go to jail you know? do you know that in singapore, you can be jailed for assasult?
but noh noh noh, dont worry, i'm not gonna be jailed for assault if i meet you.
i think it would be at least life-imprisonment for manslaughter or the gallows for murder.

i know i'm unfair. this world isnt fair man, it just isnt. little fuckers are happy while big fuckers like me arent.
wooohooo what an asshole i'm being.
jealousy just kills everything. it could kill him too, i dunno.