Yous Punks! I'm Going to Get Someone To Deal With Yous!

I'm thinking if I play my cards right,
I could probably sell my blogs to Mediacorp as some sort of drama serial.
I mean, look at it,
There's the flamers,
the readers,
and then the quintessential love story.
(That will no doubt end in heartbreak, like all those soppy TV drama serials)


Heh, there might even be the spectacular twist,
that I'm infact... *Gasp*
Not a 15 year old student studying in the armpits of the educational system!
That I'm in fact an old balding middle aged, hugh-hefner sort of character.

Now, wouldn't that be cool?
The first thing I'll do is hire Don Lee as my advisors, seeing as he's such
a bloody horny bastard. And, of legal age.

The next thing I'll do is go look for the Donaq
to help me settle some punks with punks of his own.
Daniel will probably be in the thick of the action.

Then Yous punks better watch out,
cause the little 'D' ain't happy with yous and when little 'D' ain't
happy. The rest of the 'D's ain't happy. So, yous got to asks yourselfs,
are you feeling lucky, punk?

Then we'll proceed with executing all those punks that I detest,
mob style. In a drive by, with those oh so ancient and defunct but
still so cool, Tommy guns. Heh, I'll gun then each and every one of yous!

Egad! Fantasizing about gunning people down, instead of sex.
This is not healthy behavior from a teenager. Oh, damn.

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In other news,
I've been going through my archives,
because it has been brought to my attention that
people actually can accesses it, and that there are people that
will actually access my archives to find out about my yesteryear.

Of how I had hosted (or attempted to host) couple therapy,
of how I whine and wallowed in self pity,
about the time when I howled about the loss of the love of my life
(well, the love of my life then no doubt there'll be other love of my lives... Heh..)
and how I was so much more prone to orgasms and profanity.
The good old days, when you were stupid and dumb.

And then I've realized,
I was a much more happy person before.
Although all I did was whine, cry and bitch about everything
under the sun. I was blogging more like a teenager should,
and I was actually having more fun then. Because I was acting like
a bloody teen.

I had pseudo-cynicsm and anger,
but deep down, I knew I wasn't angry. I knew I wasn't jaded.
I knew I was a happy and loving person. I could just feel the
love dripping off me.

Why had I become such a cynic?
Why was I becoming more jaded as the day passed?
Where does my anger stem from?

I guess it's because I have so many haters.
The pressures of life is just so much to deal with.
*bawls*


Note:
By special request, I'll try to make my next post a 'happy' one.
Seeing that Hejin has been so nice, raising awareness about me in her blog,
and not allowing her ego to blind her from the fact that I'm so incredibly....
Er, nevermind. I'll be humble.
I'll admit. I'm not good looking. I'm not gorgeous, I'm not hamsen.
I'm a fat, overweight, pimply 15 year old with a terrible haircut.
And that's the damn truth!