FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

oh, today was such a fuckin fine and dandy, spiffy and jolly day. we went for science class at the biology lab and some FUCKIN FUCKER that wants his/her brains to be FUCKED with FUCKIN stole my money. hey, no big if you steal my cash, but it was around 20-30+ FUCKIN dollars. and all i was left with? a FUCKIN twenty-cent coin. good lord, that FUCKERS such FUCKIN FUCKER. gee... now i probably broke my record fer the number of FUCKS uttered in a single day. but, this doesnt really help solve anyth does it? now 10 of that FUCKIN dollars shudve gone to payin my c.o concert tickets, and another few more dollars to buyin the chi textbooks and handbook. but what the the FUCKIN bugger do? the friggin bugger gets all FUCKED UP and decides to ransack the bag of the whole E6. obviously, i shouldnt have left my wallet in my bag, but the wallet was so heavy and bulky. and you know what? im probably the only person who got so much cash stolen. im not even talkin bout handphones now, but mine didnt get stolen thank gawd or i wouldnt even be here typin this FUCKIN post, id be out there stalkin everyone, lookin fer my stolen stuff. and to make matters worse, ive got a FUCKIN teacher at my heels forcin me to tie up my hair. i mean cmon, i just rebonded my hair and now u want me to FUCKIN tie it up and let it get a FUCKIN crease? can the world be any FUCKIN more shit-like? so now, im gonna go seethe with rage in a corner while you try figure out the number of FUCKS ive already typed. hey, mebbe you can guess how many FUCKS ive said today too! whoopee whee! FUCKIN spiffy, count this one in too.

Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burn
Your name:
Weapon of Choice:	Plastic bag
Your Favorite Target:	Hospital workers
Your Kill Count:	1,300,624,229
Your Battle Cry:	"Allow me to molest your face with this rod!"
Years You Spend in Jail:	32
How Much Money In Damages You Cause:	$95,754,688,458,758
Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 25%
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haha, not too bad... now heres one fer nana =)

What stupid celebrity are you destined to kill? by daydreamer8852
Name
Birthdate
You killed
With a
On	October 16, 2019
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Good lord, i just found this weird message in my inbox (it's in german btw):

1. Was lernt Ibrahim zu Hause: Maedchen duerfen nicht ohne maennliche Begleitung
das Haus verlassen, nicht mit fremden Jungen sprechen. Nie ins Schwimmbad oder
Disco, ueberhaupt nicht. Wenn ein Maedchen es trotzdem macht, ist sie eine
Nutte, die macht es freiwillig und gerne mit Jedem, die ist unrein und ein
Stueck Dreck.

2. Was lernt Nicole: Man darf Jungen aus anderen Kulturkreisen nicht ablehnen,
denn sonst ist man ein Rassistenschwein, eine Naz...). Deshalb muessen wir ihnen
zeigen, dass wir sie nicht ablehnen, also besonders hoeflich und zuvorkommend
sein. Schroffes NEIN ist Rassismus.
Was kommt dabei raus, wenn man 1. und 2. zusammenzaehlt?

>Muslimische Jugendbande fiel ueber Schuelerin Friederike (16) her
>Ich wurde von 7 TUERKEN gleichzeitig vergewaltigt

>Vergewaltigungsopfer: die Schuelerin Frederike (16) aus Stuttgart
>Stuttgart - Es ist unfassbar, welche Qualen sie erleiden musste. Frederike*
(16) soll von sieben Jugendlichen vergewaltigt worden sein. Nach einem
Kneipenbesuch, immer und immer wieder. 'Ich kriege diese schrecklichen Bilder
einfach nicht mehr aus dem Kopf', sagt sie. 'Manchmal wuensche ich mir, tot zu
sein...'
>Es ist Samstagabend, der 20. Maerz. Die Gymnasiastin ist mit einer Freundin
verabredet, gemeinsam bummeln sie durch ein Vergnuegungscenter in Stuttgart.
Dort gibt's ein Spassbad, Musical-Theater, Restaurants. An einem
Flipper-Automaten treffen die Maedchen eine Gruppe junger Maenner. 'Sie waren
uns vorher schon mal begegnet, sahen ganz nett aus', erinnert sich Frederike.
'Wir haben uns erst angelaechelt, dann miteinander geredet. Einer von ihnen
gefiel mir gut. Wir gingen nach draussen. Dort schmusten wir miteinander. Dann
kamen auch schon die anderen Jungs hinterher.'

>Frederike stockt bei dem Gedanken an das, was dann passierte. Traenen laufen
dem huebschen Maedchen mit den langen, blonden Haaren ueber die Wangen. Dann
sagt sie leise: 'Ploetzlich zogen mich die Jungs auf die Wiese. Ich hatte solche
Angst, brachte keinen Ton heraus. Vor Schreck wehrte ich mich nicht. Ich habe
geahnt, dass etwas Schlimmes passiert.'
>Frederikes Haende zittern. Ihre Augen suchen voller Scham die Leere, als sie
weitererzaehlt: 'Sie haben mir die Kleider heruntergerissen, fielen ueber mich
her. Immer wieder, alle zusammen. Einer packte meinen Kopf, hielt ihn ganz fest.
Die anderen unterhielten sich, uebergossen mich mit Cola. Ich fuehlte mich so
unendlich hilflos, so ohnmaechtig. Wie im Traum liess ich es geschehen. Ich
dachte nur: Hoffentlich ist es bald vorbei. Es hat furchtbar weh getan, endlos
gedauert. Dann rannten die Typen weg. Sie liessen mich einfach auf der Wiese
liegen.'
>Frederike erstattete noch am selben Abend Anzeige. Im Krankenhaus wurden
Spermaspuren sichergestellt. Nur wenige Tage spaeter stellten sich die sieben
Taeter bei der Polizei. Sie sind zwischen 15 und 17 Jahre alt, tuerkischer
Herkunft. Unfassbar: Sie verhoehnen ihr Opfer, sagen:
>'Sie wollte Sex. Es hat ihr Spass gemacht.'
>Zwei der Jungen sitzen inzwischen in Haft.
>War die Vergewaltigung etwa keine, weil sich das Maedchen nicht wehrte?
>'Wenn sich ein Opfer aus Angst nicht zur Wehr setzt, um Schlimmeres zu
verhueten, dann heisst das noch lange nicht, dass auch nur im Mindesten ein
Einverstaendnis vorlaege', so eine Sprecherin der Polizei Stuttgart. 'Nach
mehrmaligen Vernehmungen scheint die Aussage des Maedchens glaubwuerdig. Es war
eine Vergewaltigung.'
>Frederike ist fassungslos. 'Jetzt behaupten die auch noch, dass ich luege. Die
haben alles in mir zerstoert. Ich fuehle mich so schmutzig, so wertlos.'
>Inzwischen hat sich ein moegliches zweites Opfer (16) der Bande bei der Polizei
gemeldet. Ein Ermittler zu BILD: 'Moeglich, dass es noch weitere Opfer dieser
Sex-Clique gibt.'


Kommentar des Sober Autors:
Hallo Frederike,

Ich hoffe das Du anstaendige Verwandte oder Bekannte hast, die die Taeter mal
richtig durch die Mangel nehmen. Selbstjustiz muss in unserem Land langsam aber
Sicher eingefuehrt werden. Naemlich Tuerken oder sonstiges Kanacken Pack, werden
bei uns nicht bestraft. Wahrscheinlich musst Du Dich noch bei den Taetern
entschuldigen, weil du nicht ganz still gehalten hast.

PS:
Das ist NICHT Zynisch gemeint,,, so sieht es in unserem Land aus!



i used a translatin thingie to find out what it meant:

1. Which learns Ibrahim at home: Girls may leave, not with strange boys not speak without male company the house. Never in the swimming pool or Disco, not at all. If a girl makes it nevertheless, it is a Nutte, makes it voluntary and gladly with everyone, those is impure and a piece dirt. 2. Which learns Nicole: One may not reject boys from other culture areas, because otherwise one is a Rassistenschwein, a Naz...). Therefore we must show them that we do not reject them, thus particularly polite and forestalling to be. Schroffes NO is racingism. What comes thereby raus if one adds 1. and 2.? Muslim youth gang fell over pupil Friederike (16) I by 7 TURKS at the same time was ago raped Rape victim: the pupil Frederike (16) from Stuttgart Stuttgart - it is incomprehensible, which agonies it had to suffer. Frederike * (16) is to have been raped by seven young people. After a tavern attendance, again and again. 'Ich of wars these terrible pictures simply no more from the Kopf', they says to 'Manchmal wishes itself I, to be dead... ' It is Saturday evening, 20 March. The Gymnasiastin is arranged with a friend, together strolls it by a entertainment center in Stuttgart. There gibt's a fun bath, musical theatre, restaurant. At an Flipper automat the girls meet a group of young men. 'Sie were us already times meet before, saw aus' completely nice;, remembers Frederike. 'Wir smiled at us only, talked with one another then. One of them pleased me well. We went to outside. There schmusten we with one another. Then already the others came young hinterher.' Frederike comes to a hold with the thought to what happened then. Tears run the pretty girl with the long, blond hair over the cheeks. Then she says quietly: 'Ploetzlich pulled me young on the meadow. I did not have such fear, brought out clay/tone. Before fright I did not resist. I suspected that something bad passiert.' Frederikes of hands tremble. Their eyes look for full shame the emptiness, when them far-count: 'Sie down-tore, fell me the dresses over me ago. Again and again, all together. One packed means head, held it completely. The others conversed, poured over me with Cola. I felt so infinitely helplessly, so ohnmaechtig. As in the dream I let it happen. I thought only: Hopefully is it soon past. It did, endlessly lasted terribly pain. Then the types ran away. They left me simple on the meadow liegen.' Frederike still refunded in the same evening announcement. In the hospital sperm-pure were guaranteed. Only few days later placed themselves the seven authors at the police. They are old between 15 and 17 years, Turkish origin. Incomprehensibly: They verhoehnen their victim, say: 'Sie wanted Sex. It has its fun gemacht.' Two of the boys sit in the meantime in detention. Was the rape none, because the girl did not resist? 'Wenn a victim from fear to the resistance does not sit down, in order to prevent worse, then it is not called still for a long time that also only in the mindesten one an agreement vorlaege', so a spokeswoman of the police Stuttgart. 'Nach repeated hearings seems the statement of the girl reliably. It was a Vergewaltigung.' Frederike is speechless. 'Jetzt state also still that I lie. Those destroyed everything in me. I feel so dirtily, thus wertlos.' In the meantime a possible second victim (16) of the gang announced himself at the police. A Ermittler to PICTURE: 'Moeglich that it still further victims of this Sex clique gibt.' Comment of the Sober of author: Hello Frederike, I hope which you decent relatives or acquaintance have, which take the authors times correctly by the lack. Self law must be inserted in our country slowly however safe. Indeed Turks or other Kanacken luggage, are not punished with us. Probably you must apologize still with the authors, because you kept not completely quiet. HP: That is not meant Zynisch,, then it looks in our country!


Ooooookayyyy..... this is weird man... and it was one of those undelivered thingies...

back from bangkok yesterday. finally I can lay my hands on my comp. didn’t see a single comp in bangkok, so I was like dyin down there.
had chi orchestra practice today. didnt practice cos i was overseas, so i absolutely sucked. i was lousy to the fact that i even stared blankly down at my scores wonderin where the heck the others were. oh wells, ad to bring my erhu home anyway, so i'll probably practice tml if ive got the time.
friday, 11th june
i left my house at bout 4-plus to check-in. so funny, when i was shoppin at the airport, there was this caucasian guy hu was askin this cashier 'hey, do you sell gum?' im not laughin at the askin of gum in s'pore, cos it's allowed in singapore already. i was there tryin to not burst out and laugh hysterically, cos the poor guy was either blind or god damn desperate. the shop i was in was a bookshop. unless im mistaken, i havent seen any bookshops sellin gum before, especially in singapore, where u gotta get a prescription fer gum or smth along that line. wasnt much to chop in the airport cos most of the shops were sellin perfume or handbags. after that, we boarded the plane, then blablablahyadda.
when we reached the hotel, princess pathuwan (or smth i cant spell right), the hotel staff couldnt find our reservation (we had booked online) even though we even printed out the letter of conformation. it was already twelve-plus in the wee hours of the morn by then mind you, so obviously, we were pissed as hell. so in the end, the other hotels near the central district were booked, so we had to stay at this hotel called 'holiday inn'. and, the hotel was in silom, which was near the red-light district, patpong.
saturday, 12th june
woke up that day with a very very stiff neck. my neck was actually spained slightly yesterday the day before, but gawd knows what had happened, i suddenly woke up with this immobile neck. so there i was at the buffet table durin breakfast, making 180-degree turns just to view the food. so as the day progressed, my neck became more and more sitff, which is amazin, since i didnt think it could freeze up anymore. it was so darn painful that even the simple act of yawnin made me shut my mouth immediately cos somehow, the bloody neck sprain affected my jaws too. im think i might be havin some nerve disorder or smth.
after breakfast, we went to pray to the four-faced buddha. after that, my mom went shoppin-mad and i got dragged along to this shopping centre called zen. then, she proceeded to ransack the stuff isetan had fer sale.
the only good thing was that i got to buy a juventus key chain!!! wahey!! wanted to get the italian jersey, but the material was really hot.
went fer dinner at this chinese restaurant. had (i know this might sound disgustin, but they tasted good) fish intestines, sea cucumber, duck feet (yes, duck feet, not chicken, so i ate the feet. web and all), sharks fin (frankly, it has no taste. the crab meat tasted much better than the shark meat) and my all-time favourite, birds nest (yummo!!) the funny thing was, the sea cucumber, im not sure if it was the spices or smth, had the taste of urine in it. i was like thank gawd i didnt bother touchin it (i dont like it anyway) , cos i was too occupied with the de-webbin of the duck feet.
then, my parents wanted to go to patpong, cos we havent been there before even though weve been to bangkok practically once every year, cos i was too young or smth. but due to my asinine neck, they decided not to go. argghhhh oh wells mebbe next time... jkjk.
sunday, 13th june
neck was better today but still quite sore. went down fer breakfast (duh). man, if anyone thought singaporeans were the most kiasu people in the world, they are way wrong. there was this family of i people, which were definitely not singaporeans (no lars or lors). think they were pakistani. anyway, they were (pardon me fer sayin this) kinda uncivilized.
i mean cmon, there are tongs to pick up the pieces of bread, yet this lady has to stick her hand into the platter of food to fish up this morsel of bread, then she even arranged back a few other pieces of the surroundin bread which she had knocked over. personally this was disgustin enough. coupled to the fact that she had just brushed her hand through her long hair (which didnt look at all shiny and moisturised), i found myself wonderin if i should put down the piece of bread that i held with the tongs for fear that she had assaulted them wiht her vicious hands before.
theres more than a pair of tongs fer pickin the fruit, but this lady (a different one) stood behind me and said loudly 'excuse me' as i was pickin up some fruit of course, i was bloody irritated. okay, i know i have horrid eyesight, and unless im that myopic, this is ridiculous. perhaps shes the one that needs to get an eye check-up.
after breakfast, my mom went shoppin (yet again, doesnt she get tired?) anyway, the bras they sell there are really cheap. a bra which would normally cost $50 in singapore was sold at bout $30. i mean like whoah, 20 bucks is a whole loadda dough. so obviously, we bought some bras. then this irritatin shopkeeper kept persterin us to buy this bikini. i mean, the thing was like an ugly shade of puke-green, why would i want it?
finally, we had lunch at this place called the 'black canyon' or smth. the food there was real cheap, $25 when u had to pay round two-an-a-half times the amount in singapore.
finally, my mum decided to spare me and we went back to the hotel to rest. after that, we went out fer dinner. but when we were at the lift lobby, we noticed that it was pourin. and i mean it. the trees were doin the limbo and all. we went down to the thai restaurant cos we have never eaten thai food when we were in thailand before -_-'' but, the stoopid restaurant was closed so coincidentally on that day. so we had to settle fer the buffet, which was held in the same place where breakfast was in the morn. my gawd, it cost round $30 fer each person, and the food wasnt that great.
wasted so much money on that horrible meal. the fried fritters were already cold cos it was in an air-conditioned room, and the italian cold cuts (which were bascally minute slices of ham) tasted weird. there was raw salmon, though i didnt see any wasabi. there were also oysters as in raw oysters and mussels and prawns (cooked). had two oysters. dont see whats so fatastic bout em, not much taste, dunno why people treat it like some delicacy when i wasnt really nice. they had coconut milk fer dessert which u could add in rubies, green vermicilli and other stuff, but the coconut milk was so damn oily was kinda disgustin actually. the only thing that was really nice was the cakes and dessert they had. all of em were decorated so bloody nicely man. they had green tea cake too, very very delicious. funny thing happened though, when i was takin the pasta, i was there wonderin 'ermmm... why issit so hard?' so as i was bout to pour bolognaise sauce over it, the cook who had been scrutinizin me fer the past few minutes grabbed the plate and dunked the noodle to cook. so there i was, holdin ladle in hand, starin foolishly at him, feelin like a total imbecile.
monday, 14th june
didnt do much today cept fer wakin up early to eat breakfast cos we had a mornin flight.
o yea if anyone wants a souvenier, ur most welcomed to have the sore throat which i picked up frm this man who was busily workin his nasal and oral passages by sprayin round him germs when he coughed or sneezed.

now lets see... i havent blogged in likemore than one week. big surpise. anyways im stuck at home and real bored. cant believe ive still so much friggin holiday homework left to plough through -_-" man im dead wonder how im gonna finish it. then ive still gotta go bangkok this friday. man i hate goin bangkok its so friggin hot. my dad wants to go on one of his business trips so hes draggin poor lil me along. id much rather stay at home with my computer hmpphh...
anyways durin vesak day, i went to the temple to pray, and gawd it was so freakin crowded. everyone was shovin and pushin away. dont they have any courtesy? i mean cmon they're gonna pray to the gods, and there they go, bulldozin their way through. now what sense does that make? your supposed to be good aif not holy or smth man.
anyways enough of my complaints (well at least fer this one...) had this weird dream i wanted to post bout but kept forgettin to. anyways it was last week, when i finally had a dream bout cena. i tink i was watchin this movie or smth, then the perosn i was watchin with suddenly left and i was like 'whoah, what happened. is this gonna be one of my lil monster nightmares again?' so i got up and walked round. i was walkin round and round aimlessly when i met of all the peeps i could, my mom. so i was like 'oooookaaaaaay....' this dreams gettin weirder by the minute man'. then suddenly, i came to this building which looked like some kinda london post office or smth. and my gawd i saw a bunch of wrestlers millin round in there so i was like 'oh my friggin shit, i cant believe this.' the first wrestler i saw wasnt cena though *boohooohooohoo* it was the undertaker. so i was like standin there goin 'ummm....' wonderin if i should go over. then taker motioned for me to come over, which i gladly went obviously. then, my camera mobile made a debut and sudedenly, i was takin piccies of taker and me with it -_-" as the dream gets weirder and lamer, i was searchin frantically fer cena among the throng of wrestlers, which included booker t (lmfao) suddenly i jolted awake. when i woke, i went like 'what the freakin hell?? shoot, better go back to bed man!' so there i lay in bed, tryin to force myseld to go back to sleep and continue that dream i had. all of a sudden, i was standin behind cena, with somebody takin piccies of me and him together. so when mornin finally came and i woke up (major duh) i went like 'whoah.. man... i didnt noe i could make myself continue my dream. major freaky man.'
anyways talkin bout dreams, my dreams have seriously been gettin freakier and freakier. and i dont mean nightmares. i mean when u dream, ur sposed to just dream and then wake up goin 'oh, that was just a dream' right? but recently, all my dreams have been like so real. fer example, they say that you seldom get a chance to taste food in dreams, and even if u did, it doesnt spell good news. either im really greedy or smths wrong, recently, the dreams that involve food, ive been able to taste em (an exception fer the cena dream when i was at the theatre and got to see a packet of crackers made by the four leaves bakery *rolls eyes*) and other than that, durin dreams, i dont feel anyth at all, all i do is just go with the flow. but recently, ive been able to take control of the 'dream me' and actually feel what im doin. the action of takin stuff which i normally dont feel in dreams, ive suddenly acquired the ability to feel it. and, i even felt pain in the dream which i think was dreamt this early morn, in which i hit my head three times against a metal pole accidentally. i mean cmon, its a dream and i still have to feel pain? when i woke up, i made sure i checked my head if it was sore but it wasnt. so anyways, i noe who ever that has read till here probably wont be able to tahan my absent-minded babblin bout my dreams already, so ill just stop here =p