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Usually, it is "Repost this or have bad luck for x years. (x=variable)" Later it became "Repost this or a 5-year old kid who died in 1871 will be staring down at you at 12am tonight". Going further along the timeline, it evolved to "Repost this or die". Now, "Repost this or daddy’s gonna die".

It all reads the same to me though: "Repost this if you are a fucking retard". If every ‘curse’ were to come true, I would have:

1. Approximately 5000 years of bad luck.
2. Had stared upon the faces of about 300 kids in the middle of the night.
3. Died 400 times.
4. No need to mention one regarding Mr. Dad.

It never fails. At every single turn, there HAS to be some retard who absototallutely FAILS to understand that these are nothing more than SPAM and  BULLSHIT. If it was THAT easy to get a ‘curse’ going, so many people would’ve grown an extra green hairy nipple on the forehead because THAT’S MY CURSE TO THOSE LAMERS WHO SPAM MY BULLETIN BOARD LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW.

And the funniest things are the messages that the tards sometimes attach along with ZE CURSE. Taken from one of the more recent ones: "fuk dis msg..dun curse my daddy..i luv him k..who the hell wrote this??n who the hell that post this…dont ever curse ur parent or others…this is not funny at all…-iris-"

Or a more down-to-earth, matter-of-fact reply: "stupid".

Who’s more stupid? Yes, YOU, the chicken wuss who reposted this to save your ass from ‘ZE CURSE’. Congratulations! You have succeeded in showing the world just how underdeveloped your brain is. Now go outside and bark at the gate for three hours or you’ll transform into a fucken shit-eating gay pig.

Geez.

So. I haven’t been writing for a while. Still need some time to accustom myself to the absolute freedom that I am basking in right now. I do get panic attacks, especially when I’m gaming, like "Shit, I need to study" and then proceed to slap myself back to sweet reality.

Most of my friends are off for jobs. Some Genting, some Ipoh, some KL, some behind Ocean. I can’t believe them. It’s only been what? Three weeks? What’s the rush, man? It’s not like you’re homeless and hungry. You don’t get 6 months of holidays all the time, y’know.

Mom’s in Korea and dad’s back in his hometown. Sis and bro busy with work and studies. All alone now with no freedom to abuse. Kinda takes the mood away. No more "I’m free!!11!1!" euphoria. Friends are as mentioned working or away for vacation.

As usual, when I’m alone, I start thinking.

About…stuff.

Like what to eat tomorrow.

What to do.

Where to go.

And to my lovely sis, if you are reading this, I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE DIGICAM. Labuan rocks.. XD