I've got a piece of f*** for a head.

My head still hurts. Yes m'gal. It sucks.

Damn scary....teacher sitting next to me.

Lucky i've got another web page open - Trigonometric Functions.

tan x = opposite/adjacent O/A

sin x = opposite/hypotenuse O/H

cos x = adjacent/hypotenuse A/H....f****** cool.

Whatever. Printer is making noise again.

*sigh.....

M'gal's next to me.

I was gonna....ok. end of post.

Tim's here to help me with something.

24 Hours Remaining.

It's tuesday. Just about a day left with m'gal in school.

My head hurts like shit.

Holy f.....oh wait. Liane can't take vulgarities.

Holy fish.

Crappy-poo....

A need a panadol. Fish! my head really hurts.

Definition of Fish: 1. A creature that lives underwater.

2. Also commonly referred to as f***.(infml)

Up to you to choose which meaning is more appropriate.

Wait. Did i just say f***?

F*** it.

I give up this fish thing. Tis' lame.

My f****** head hurts like f*** that i could squeeze my nuts and it won't hurt that badly.

F***!

(Sorry liane....muh bad...)

Anyway. Gotta do chinese tomorrow! Shoot.

During lunch. When i should be spending some time with m'gal.

Chinese is wrong. It's like sucking......never mind.

Arrgh! My f*** head!

I need 3 kilos of francium. Blow my brain out.

Aww.....f*** shit.

Barney keeps playing in my head. Like a f****** charm.

"I love you........" - Get out of my head you purple shit!

*Imagining barney swallowing a grenade...

*Boom!

*Purple bits of whatever on the wall.

*Poor cleaner wiping up barney's mess.

Barney stinks.

Man! I wanna be with my gal! Right now!

I'm a piece of crap right now.

Trying out different positions with my laptop.

Wait. That sounded wrong.

I meant trying to TYPE in different positions with my laptop.

Oh shoot. I think i made it worse.

Ok, i can't type anymore. My f*** of a head is gonna blow up.

There goes a half of me.

Man...I dunno what's in me these days.

Things seem to have always gone wrong.

Like a punishment from hell.

I hope m'gal's not pissed with me.

Sorry i wrote those things in my blog.

I was so not in my usual state of mind.

"Sorry. i love you so much..." - a quote from me.

*Sigh....

I pissed off many people today.

I feel so bad. F*** myself.

Wish i could do something about it. Right now.

Shit.

"Not again?!" - M'gal.

"You blog-aholic!" - yeah. i think i am.

Not many people to talk to now. Especially my mom.

Best if i let it all out with words.

Easier than a diary.

Ok. Shit. There goes m'gal. It's not helping the way she is right now.

F***. I wanna scream.

*sigh...

Really, life sucks. Bloody world is not accepting me for who i am.

Now that i've got a police record to my name. It sucks.

Fact file:

I'm a f****** asshole who can't do anything right.

I'm a bloody piece of shit. Not even m'gal can stand me.

I'm just, a b******.

Shoot.

I hate my life.

I'll slash my hand right now if i had a blade.

I'll jump off the building...if only the school was tall enough.

3 storeys is.....nothing.

I tried more before...i think.

Bloody f***. There goes the bell.

Screw myself. I'm so f****** emo now

Friday the 13th...is everyday.

F*** me. F*** myself.

I'm so bloody f***** up.

Why do i do the stupidest of things?

F***.

Excuse me for the vulgarities. I just feel so f***** up.

Shit.

I deleted m'gal's project. F***.

F***. F***, f***, f***.

F***!

Shit. I just feel so screwed. Not like anyone would bother.

Freak. I'm a bloody b****** and it's my fault.

Shoot.

Being mutiliated by m'gal. My back just got screwed.

fbdfnhuziudusghisdgisf - m'gal wrote that.

I'm damn unlucky. Shit.

F***.

Screw myself man. F***.

The Amplifier of Death

F***.

In the school com lab now. No one's here but Tim.

M'gal used to be here.

*sigh....

Mom (the amplifier of death) yaked the whole morning.

In the usual, monotonous, droning voice that kills everyone.

She can be a super villian some day.....unstoppable.

F****** shit.

Bloody blog skins are so hard to put up.

Never mind. Off to go find m'gal.

Wanted Stars and Equalizer 517's

Boy....bad day today.

Not trying to be superstitious but..i think it's related to my cross.

I was mad today. Mom was shouting at me the whole day.

When i say the whole day, i mean, the whole day...

Yak yak yak yak......

Damn irritating.

Then in the car, when going swimming, she was still shouting at me.

I blew my top.

I threatened to jump out of the car. I just couldn't stand the noise.

It wasn't language anymore. It was noise.

Like my broken stereo (won't wanna know what happened to it)

Then my mom was like, "I'll call the police!"

So i was like...."ok, go on then"

"yak yak yak yak yak..." - the crap started again.

Ok. M'gal's interested to know what happened. So i'll hurry.

Mom stopped the car, and walked into some construction site like a b****.

I got out of the car too. Went to a nearby bus stop and listened to some Death Metal.

"Fantasy in each other's games, wandered through life calling out their names..."
- still remember the song. Reassurance Rests in the Sea.

Then mom threathened again. I knew she wasn't gonna do it.

So i egged her on: "Jail's definitely better than home. Get that right."

Miraculously, she did.

I felt quite glad at that time.

Some police woman picked up.

Mom tried to be polite.

I was really eager to have a word with the police.

I knew my mom was nuts at statements.

Then, after a while....

Mom said, "I'll give you another chance."

In my head i was like, "Screw you! And i was just excited!"

F****** hell.

She called the police and 'politely' told them that the matter was solved.

I meant that sarcastically.

So i got into the car.

"Yak yak yak yak..."

F****** day. Screwed up by some asshole.

Can't believe i know that woman.

-End of Transmission-

A post in 2 minutes

Ok. i'm gonna type this in two minutes.

Just had lunch. Going for swim training again.

So that's about it.

*Stops the stopwatch.

F***?! 20 seconds?

ok....continue writing.

Haiz.

Still wearing the broken cross.

It looks a little bit cool though.

I'll wear it on monday.

Haha.

* 39 seconds.

It took me about 5 seconds to type that.

Oh well...

...

My f****** com is screwing this post up. Dang.

Wondering what's m'gal doing now.

* 57.....58.....59....1:00 min.

Ok. One minute has passed.

My com is starting to lag.

Shoot.

I'm behind time!

Ok. Type faster.

* 1:22 min

Shit!

Ok...erm.....shoot. brain block!

I.....oh yeah.

Erm.....gonna die for swim later.

Reading science noe (Supposedly).

Com! Don't screw up!

Arrgh! Cannot think!

* 1:50 min

Ok! Sum it all up!

Swim gonna die love m'gal so much.