Piconjo will always be watching you...

4:31 PM

Today is my 2nd day alive as a free man. I thought sleeping it off would be better, but now I am suddenly filled with remorse and guilt again. Not only because of my cowardice, but also because of all the evil stuff I did in the past. Like bullying, fighting, etc etc. At first I was at neutral, then it went super high during the workshop, then when I came home it dropped to sad to depressed to suicidal. Then after all the drama, it went back to happy. Now, it has dropped to regretful.

Yesterday I had a prediction (again). The girl came out from behind the clouds (somehow I was back there in the cloudy and white place) and said to me: "Benedict, although I fit the requirement you want, I feel that we still don't know each other well enough yet." I said: "Fair enough, I was wanting to be friends you know." She said: "Ok, but as you can see, we are both here in this cloudy place and you are dreaming as well, and dreams reflect what we have done today, so because you don't know my handphone number and email address, I can't give it to you." I said: "Why?" and she replied: "Because I am a figment of your imagination!" I said: "Then why didn't you let me die last night? Why did you save me, and make me regret more?" and she said this: "And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; they shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them." I said: "What the hell was that? I didn't understand it." and she said: "It means that you can't die, because you want to die. You will only be able to die when you don't want to die." Then before I could say anything, I woke up. So...I will be taking the words very seriously...in those days shall I seek death, and shall not find it; I shall desire to die, and death shall flee from me. Why is the grim reaper such a coward anyway, when I embrace his arrival he is scared, but when I am afraid of him he will come?

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

Wow. This is my first time as a human. Compared to what that son of a bitch did to me.

The wound on my heart still hurts, but at least now nobody is here to rub salt into the wound to keep me in too much pain to rebel. I am freed.

I know that he will never harm me again, and neither will I drink blood again.

finally. as i breathe in the oxygen in my room, i realized that life had much more to offer than love.

kerosene will never run through my veins again, and i will never rust again.

as i hung a belt to the ceiling light, the robotic demon was struggling to overpower me again, but i won.

Swung around a few times, until I saw a blank whiteness, with voices calling out to me. Somehow they knew my name.

Turned around, expecting to see a big pair of feet. Instead, the girl with the smooth dancing walked out. Somehow she looked even better, though I can't remember what she was wearing.

She told me: "Benedict, your life is not over yet. You have not completed your mission. In fact, you have just started your mission."

Before I could even say what the holy f*ck was she doing here or what her name was or what her email or handphone number was, I suddenly realized that I was swinging from the belt again. But this time there was no pain. I slowed down, and cut myself loose.

The wound still hurts, but at least I know, my mission is not over yet. My life is not over yet. I still have things to do before I am allowed to die.

I am freed.

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

fu**. accidentally switched off the main power, so the human body was in power.

He was regretting being ruled by me, and that i chose not to go to chat up the girl.

(i know this because he left the feelings behind when I returned the power to its original state.)

So guess what? My heart is in grievous pain. Like there is a hole there. Or it is being set on fire. Or being cut to bits. Ouch. I hate humans. Especially the dumbass whose body I inhibit.

REGRET!!!!!TURNING ME F***ING EMO!!!(got the idea from a game called pico sim date 2.)

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

Well. Today was much better than I predicted.

Finally found some brains. I mean brains that actually belong to living human.

Sorry, I'm starting to sound like a zombie.

The more human way of saying that sentence is: I have finally met a girl who actually uses her brains.

When she was presented with a chair and told that it was no longer a chair and that she has to say it is another thing so as to sell it off for quite some money, she said that it could be a toilet bowl. (In my book, that's intelligent, quirky, skilled, and most of all, nice because that is also what I said when I was presented the chair.)

So yes, this amazing girl was able to dance, one thing that many girls claim to do very well but often their dances are somehow...flirtatious? I think that when one dances, one shows off his/her body, but obviously you don't flaunt certain organs that are the parts that we cover up (or at least, I do attempt to cover my eyes if anybody tries to show me anything...even if it is a female.).

So, this girl danced, and she was SMOOTH. Really. I think that is the right word to use because unlike robotic humanoids, whose movements are...disjointed, she moved like an eel splashing about. In a more graceful manner and without the water and electricity.

So...yes, I am naturally attracted to her (or so I am told by the human in me that he is, although I am not supposed to like anybody until over the age of 21.) because she fits the criteria.

1. Have at least a bit of brain.

2. Be a female human.

3. Don't be flirtatious.

4. React well under stress.

So that's what my criteria is. Many girls have not gotten past no. 1 and 3.

This is the bonus marks list:

1. Have a talent that I appreciate. + 10 points.

2. Understand me. + 20 points.

3. Make me like her (without being flirtatious). + 20 points.

4. Like unlame jokes (like those I crack...although I do agree that the human body I reside in has no humour at all.) +20 points.

So...this is the list of stuff (in case anybody wants to know so as to consider her as a prospective mate.)

So this was the schedule for today.

12 am - 6.57 am: Sleeping.

6.57 am: Wake up and thought it was 5.57 am. Went back to sleep.

7.37 am: Wake up and realized that I was an asshole and chionged to go and wash up to play the computer.

9.30 am: Went out of the house.

9.50 am: Registered at the workshop.

10 am: Went into the room for the workshop.

10.30 am: The girl danced (and I immediately switched myself from lock mode to normal mode).

11 am: Break no. 1. Meditated.

11.30 am: Break over. Resume workshop.

1 pm: Started the discussion about the chair mentioned earlier. Got owned because nobody listened to my idea about the toilet bowl and guess what? The toilet bowl got first prize.

2 pm: Lunch. About the same thing as yesterday, only worse. Thank god for forks.

3 pm: Resume workshop.

3.15 pm: Started a discussion of creating an item to sell to people and earn money.

3.20 pm: We decided to create a popcorn tray for people who have two hands and can't give the ticket to the ticket collector.

4 pm: Tried to promote the popcorn tray.

4.15 pm: Had to come up with a problem about the popcorn tray.

4.30 pm: Went up on the stage and helped out the teammate who was obviously having problems answering questions by the media (i.e. the instructor). I showed skill as I bullshitted about the machines in the factory producing gamma rays and mutating the stuff the tray was made of and turning them alive. One woman who pinched it too hard got eaten by the tray. (It was in the shape of a insect.) I was applauded and when I went off the stage the instructor asked so was I going to just leave like that? Then I said that I was only the secretary. So there is a very important lesson for every one of us. Bullshitting is a very important life skill to have.

4.45 pm: Guess what? Now we have to create our own solutions to the problems.

4.50 pm: Came up with a very good solution. Auction the machines that are spoiled to the world and sell the wild mutated trays to pest busters after training them to hunt down pests like ants and cockroaches.

5 pm: Gave the speech about the lame idea and OWNED the entire body of students who were around. Was applauded again.

5.15 pm: Came out of the class.

5.16 pm: Considered complimenting the girl about her virtuous dancing but felt that

1. I was too shy.

2. I was too lazy.

3. I wanted to go home and game.

so I didn't go. Stayed back a bit to wait for her to be alone but it was one of the impossible things to do so I came home.

I regret now, but on the bright side, if I really did marry her, then I would have to skin my balls, which I don't really want to. Although some people will say that I am not self sacrificial.

Anyway, yes, I am scared of humans. Especially female humans. Don't talk about it. Because it will be explained later on.

5.30 pm: Reached home.

6 pm: Started this post.

6.30 pm: Probably going to eat?

7 pm: Published this post.

8 pm: Probably going to game some more? (And receive my scoldings?)

11 pm: Probably going to be reminded to sleep early?

1 am: Probably going to sleep? (Although chances are slim.)

Anyway, before we continue, everybody knows each human body has its own strange fetish that only it understands. Personally my taste is...considered...weird by other humans...although I am quite sure that the girl in question will be happy that at least 1 person feels that she is a sight for sore eyes.

However, on the other hand, I think that the chances of me getting slapped and the girl running away at high speed is quite possible, which could mean that:

1. The girl disagrees with what I am saying.

2. The girl thought that I was a pervert.

3. The girl is a bit weird at the top.

4. I am probably a sore sight for eyes.

5. The girl does not reciprocate the same respect I have for her.

Which I think no. 5 could be the answer, because I am what people DO NOT look for in...a human?

1. I do not acknowledge that I am a human, just that I am residing inside a human body.

2. I am a hunch back. (not of Notre Dam.)

3. I am a sore sight for eyes (as mentioned earlier).

4. I am just...weird.

5. I am afraid of humans, especially female humans. Especially female humans I meet that are prospective mates when the human body is a teenager.

I am going to explain why I am afraid of the description above.

This is a genuine confession from the big boss (not the body):

I...am...afraid of girls. I think that if I say something wrong or do something wrong then I could get slapped, ignored, or worse, complained to police for sexual harassment. Due to prior knowledge that humans kill each other for fun, I am unable to be unafraid of humans, because if they could kill each other for fun, then what am I to them?

So...you just heard his confession, and you can use it to quote me if you want to write an autobiography of me. Or maybe a Dead Famous book.

Anyway, my taste is considered weird, because most guys like light skinned girls who are flirtatious, wear skimpy clothes and show off their body.(Ahem.) I like dark skinned girls who are virtuous (thanks to this criteria, about 90% of girls in Singapore are struck off the list.) and are generally fine women who are of normal intelligence.(About 5% of Singapore's girls are struck off again.) So, since I have not met 100% of Singapore's girls, the remaining few can be counted on one hand. (Which is to say, so far, 2.)

Ouch. My head is tired from being held up while typing this post. So good luck everyone, and I'm signing off now...to game...

(P.S. if anybody wants to know, the girl is about my height (1.64 metres), dark skin, Chinese - Malay, has medium sized breasts (please blame the human being, I had nothing got to do with this.) and whose name is pronounced as Far - rah (or so I was told by one of the instructors called Steve, who was (quite intelligently without knowing it) trying to matchmake me and her). His questions were very unobvious. "Out off 10, how much do you rate her as a girlfriend?". -.- and also, Daryl was around, so I was unable to give a correct and accurate answer (i.e. 8.5). My sworn sister rates 9.5.)

Yes. I think I crapped enough already (an important life skill, children!) and yes, its time to say goodbye! (sadly I did not do this for the girl. Wasted.)

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

6:29 AM

yes.today was a seriously f*cked up day.

let me give you the timings of what happened today.

12am - 7.30 am: Sleep.

7.30 am: Brushed teeth and washed up.

7.45 am: Played the computer.

8.30 am: Ate breakfast.

8.45 am: Continued playing the computer.

9 am: Set out to go for a workshop.

9.30 am: Registered at the workshop.

10 am: Started the workshop.

11.30 am: Break no. 1. Realized that my old friend Daryl was there.

12 pm: Resume workshop.

1.30 pm: Wondered why Singapore's society during this era contains SO MANY FRIGGING DIMBOES. (a girl who is both ugly and stupid.)

2.30 pm: Went for lunch.

2. 45 pm: Ate the lunch (Two pieces of unknown flavoured chicken pieces, one horrible flavoured nugget, some disgusting flavoured vegetables and (for a change) normal rice. The spoon was a flimsy plastic spoon that I managed to break into two after I bit into it.). Drunk 8 cups of water to remove the taste.

3.30 pm: Resume workshop.

3.31 pm: Wonder why Singapore has so many ugly, stupid girls?

3.32 pm: Wonder why Singapore has so many hideous, dumb girls?

3.33 pm: Wonder why Singapore has so many grotesque, idiotic girls?

3.34 pm: Wonder why Singapore has so many disgusting looking, retarded girls?

3.35 pm: Shut down for mental repairs due to too much thinking during a short period of time.

4 pm: Break no. 2. Wonder why Daryl from a normal height and fit young boy has turned out to be so short, fat, biologically immature boy?

4.30 pm: Resume workshop.

5.10 pm: Finally! Get to go home.

6.10 pm: Reached home. Next time I am not bothering to take the god damned MRT.

6.20 pm: Went to bathe.

6.25 pm: Came out and realized that my mother has came home and am now liable to verbal abuse and uncalled for scoldings.

6.30 pm: Received first scolding when I went to set up my computer.

7 pm: Received second scolding when I accidentally described a character in my mother's childhood cartoon too accurately. Unfortunately the character I described happened to be dimbotic, noisy and immature. Talk about puppy love...*bleugh*...

7.15 pm: Received third scolding for failure to drink water on time.

7.16 pm: Received fourth scolding for drinking two cups of carrot juice. Do I look like a rabbit?

7.20 pm: Received fifth scolding when I wanted to shift to a more comfortable position to play the computer.

7.30 pm: Received sixth scolding threatening to throw the computer away.

8 pm: Received seventh scolding threatening to throw me out of the house.

8.01 pm: Got so pissed off that I nearly packed my bags and left. Instead I moved a mattress out into the living room to lie down on to play the computer.

8.02 pm: Received eighth scolding for dragging out the mattress.

10 pm: After nagging at me for the past 3 hours to have a break, I started the break.

10.03 pm: Received ninth scolding for pressing the "hunt now" button on ghost trappers during the break.

10.05 pm: Received tenth scolding after explaining why I pressed the "hunt now" button.

10.30 pm: Started the computer again.

10.45 pm: Was reminded by my mother to sleep at a ridiculously early time (i.e. now).

10.50 pm: Was reminded by my mother to sleep at a ridiculously early time (i.e. 5 minutes ago).

11 pm: Posted this out.

Therefore, I can prove that TODAY WAS VERY FU*KED UP!!!!

i really want to scold the "F" word.

*UCK!

F*CK!

FU*K!

FUC*!

Ha! Feel so much better. This are the resolutions for tomorrow:

1. Bring a ear piece tomorrow.

2. Bring a fork tomorrow.

3. Refill my wallet.

4. Leave my gameboy at home.

5. Bring my calmer palmer tomorrow.

Yes. I will do that. May be I just skip the fork and just go and buy some food. Some REAL and EDIBLE food.

So...tomorrow I probably wake up at about 7? To play. (Because my mother still not awake yet :) so I get to play in peace. Or maybe I will really honour my promise to the big boss controlling me and run away before my supercomputer really explodes. Found a virus today and destroyed it completely and left some remains as a message to the other viruses threatening to corrupt my files. Don't think it will get across though.)

So...Got to go now and game. better don't waste my precious time.

At least this workshop is 2 days long, and 8 hours a day. it takes up 1/3 of my day already, so I am stuck with only 9 hours to play.

On a good day I have about 14 - 15 hours to play the computer.

Signing off now...

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

4:16 PM

Sighs. Went out yesterday with my mother to Tampines Mall to meet my sister 4 hours after we went out.

From Tampines Mall, we went to Century Square and to Tampines 1. Guess why.

BECAUSE MY SISTER DOES NOT WEAR DRESSES!!!

I mean, yah, I know she is a tomboy, but can't she just wear a freaking dress for just one piano recital?

Her piano recital is coming up, and because its diploma, they want her to wear a GOWN.

So she was screwed, because she does not own any dress/skirt in her wardrobe.

So, today is the fourth day of knowing that she has to wear a gown. Saturday was a nightmare, because I had to sit in non-user friendly shops (i.e. shops that do not have seats) and half-user friendly shops (i.e. shops that do have seats but no backrest) and play a gameboy (color, if anybody wants to know) that had minimal battery power (my sister had took it from me and played it until there was very little power left and I didn't even know she took it until I switched it on).

All in all, Saturday really sucked.

Sunday wasn't really that bad, because after going for her piano lessons, we went to a few places and then came home. And some of the shops were user-friendly (i.e. shops that have seats with backrests).

So yesterday...sighs.

Went to a few shops, but since my sister was NOT around at the time, we went out quite soon.

When my sister turned up, my sister and my mother had a big quarrel about the bloody dress.

So I was stuck in between until my mother ask if we wanted to eat there or buy food home.

So I was quite full (lunch was 3 hours ago and it was one whole chicken, one whole cabbage, one bowl of rice, one whole salmon and half a bowl of mi hun gui(hokkien for a type of food that can be found in Singapore)). So I was seriously full, so I said that I wanted to buy home.

Guess what happened after that.

My mother said I wanted to buy home because I wanted to use the computer. True, I did want to use the computer, but the main reasons are listed below why I wanted to buy back.

• I was very very very full.
• I was tired. (Who wouldn't be after walking and walking and walking without taking a break or sitting down?)
• I wanted to go home (I feel tired just going out of the door.)
• I wanted to use the computer (I have the right to you know. It is my human right to stay alive during the period of time where I can BE alive. Statistics have shown that if I do not play the computer for at least one and a half months, then I will go crazy and start ripping people apart. So my mother has joined the ABUCA (Anti Benedict Using the Computer Association) and tried to reduce the time I spend on the computer (if any mother is thinking of trying this out on their child then this is a warning to you. WE EVIL PEOPLE HAVE OUR WAYS OF PLAYING THE COMPUTER WHENEVER WE LIKE. When it was still school time, I used to wake up at 3 to play the computer for about 2 and a half hours. So beat that.))

So yah. Obviously I wanted to go home and needed to go home but my mother and sister gave me black faces until I lost the power to act as a human. So i shouted "go and eat 鼎泰豐 (chinese for the name of a restaurant) lah!" because they wanted to eat there. So we went there (I didn't order anything) but they were still pulling long faces so I thoroughly regret saying that we should go there because:

• It was not appreciated (As well as me).
• It was a time waster.
• They ordered some dumpling but it took very long to come. In the end they cancelled it.
• I was scolded.
• I was not allowed to sit like a normal person (hunched back).

Really then. Then why did I bother to do this? BECAUSE I WAS A FREAKING NICE PERSON, but some people just don't appreciate humane and self sacrificial efforts when they see it. Which is a lot if you hang around me. Yes. So all I can say that was good of yesterday was I BOUGHT MY EMERALD PEARL!!!!!!

(Its a trap in a game I am playing on Facebook, Ghost Trappers.)

So...coming back to the topic of why my mother is trying to restrict me from the computer...

This is some of the stuff she does to make sure I don't spend a lot of time on the computer. Stuff in the brackets explain what I do to get over the problem.

• I am only allowed to play the computer for 6 hours total. (This was obviously ignored.)
• I have to take a half hour break after 1 hour on the computer. (Generally this is ignored as well.)
• I have to lie in a specific position so that my mother can see what I am doing when she walks past. (I wake up at about 8 every morning to play in the non specific position because it is more soothing to my back.)
• I must sleep at 12 midnight. (This is also ignored.)
• I cannot play violent or gory games (This is ignored as a principle.)

So...what can you say? I am just a very resourceful person when it comes to solving personal problems. Regardless of whether it is allowed or not. And before you say anything, I know you have not come across the word "regardless" before other than in the National Pledge, which nobody actually bothers to go and understand what it is stating, and that I should have used the word "irregardless". The word "irregardless" is a "nonstandard form of the word regardless" (according to the dictionary) and it also means "regardful" (according to the ECWWOBS (Encyclopedia Containing the Whole World Of Benedict See). So being a perfectionist, I do not accept nonstandard things and thus, I do not accept the word irregardless (because to me it is contradicting. "Irresponsible" means NOT responsible, so I take it that "ir" is not. "Brainless" means without brains, so it also means no brains, and thus I take it that "less" means not (ok, fine, it doesn't really mean not, but still, no is similar to not in terms of spelling, meaning, etc etc.). So, the word "irregardless" means without no regard. so "without no regard" can be cancelled like a maths equation to become with regard, which is regardful.)

So after all that crap about the word "irregardless" and why we should not use it, I would like to end the post on a happy note (just for a change) but unfortunately I may be going out later to search for more bloody dresses for my unbeloved sister, who says to me occasionally that I am a waste of space, I should be kidnapped and sold off to some other country, and that I am a social retard. Well...occasionally I breath in air too, so it is a sign of how occasionally it is. Suffice to say you can replace the word "occasionally" with the word "always". My biological sister does not wear dresses or skirts, walks like a gangster (influence from me) and does not act like a girl at all (I think I said some where that I am very old fashioned. I am made from dark cherry juice and port karrie 21 year old. Lame joke. Anyway yes, I am very old fashioned, I like to wear high cut pants, I dislike wearing jeans (because it is heavier than other pants that I can wear, I like girls who behave as girls and not this kind of girls who at one glance you can tell it is a girl, but when she is activated you think "what the holy heaven is she doing?" my sworn sister, on the other hand, is a very goodly girl, having the ability to dress nicely (which can be seen from society, many girls do lack the ability to do this by the excessive use of make up). If anybody wants to know, I am the successor of Simon Cowell (Ang Moh) and Ken Lim (Asian) for insults. So if you feel insulted, just know that you were being insulted by a professional insulter, so don't get pissed off.) By the way, in case you havn't noticed yet, I do like my sworn sister and we were sworn in Primary 6 (so don't laugh) and that we were often teased as being together with each other. At that time, I didn't like her as a girlfriend (because I didn't have girlfriends and I already liked someone else) but gradually, as the mind grows mature (or so my mind is supposed to) I felt that she was what many people look for in prospective mates. Or whatever humans call them these days.)

1. She is pretty. (Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so I feel that she is very pretty in comparison to even _______ (enter any girl's name who you find is the most prettiest person on earth).)

2. She is virtuous. (Which many girls really lack in the society from this era.)

3. She has a brain. (Also something that many girls lack in the society from this era and also from many other eras.)

So, all in all, I like her. (I am starting to sound like Bassanio. Even the name also similar, start with the same letter. -.-)

Yes, if I bother to do it, maybe I will upload a picture of her onto here, but I will ask if she minds her picture here or not, so cross your fingers and hope that she allows me to. It will be an eye opener for everybody. (Guys, control your animal instincts and girls, please don't be TOO jealous, you can be jealous, just not TOO jealous ok?)

And yes, before I continue, I am a very respectable evil slacking gamer, so "I hate gays and lesbians as I would the Devil" as what Horatio Nelson told his officer before, "hate all Frenchmen as you would the Devil". Not trying to be racist against the French, but that's what he really said.

So I want to clear some doubts first. Some questions raised by the public are written here.

Q. Is it true that you like a celebrity?

A. Yes, I do feel that a celebrity called Joanne Peh is very pretty as well, but you can't compare her and my sworn sister, they are pretty in different ways. Remember that I am not totally human (although I can pass for one easily) so I can analyze faces deeper than you think.

Q. There are reports of you gaming like a psycho, is it really true? And also there are reports of you knowing a lot about the human body of the female gender.

A. Yes, I am a compulsive gamer, but I do not watch porn, play porn games, do porn videos, etc etc. All information I have on the human body of the female gender is all from my beloved class, 2B. Please thank them by giving them a kick where it hurts most if you see them, they have corrupted my file drive by inserting interesting language that you might not want to hear but still might hear if you hang out with a gang full of gangsters who dropped out of school. Come to think of it, the gangsters are much more civilized compared to the 2B people. At least the gangsters don't watch porn and scold less vulgarities.

Q. Is it true that you are a compulsive liar?

A. Yes, I am a compulsive liar, I was not born in 1994, but in 1995 (or so I told the 2B people as a fun lie which turned out to be not fun at all).

Q. I heard that you are treated worse than a dog at home. Is it true?

A. Yes, I am ill treated at home, I am scolded, verbally abused, and above all, the stuff I like (i.e. Joanne Peh, the computer, etc etc) are insulted and I am powerless to change their views. Also, a dog wouldn't get his stuff insulted.

Q. There was a group of people last year who started a rumour that you were gay (because you didn't like any girl). Are you gay?

A. No, I am not gay, as I have said before, I hate gays, I like a girl. Please shut the f*** up about me being gay. It really sucks if you say it out loud in Yu Neng Primary School, because some silly child has created a fan club on Facebook for me after I went back to give 3 speeches on RI and how to prepare for PSLE last year. Although there are only 2 topics, I did the speech on either one of the topics twice: once to the Primary 5A class and to either the whole Primary 6 cohort or to Primary 6A, 6B and 6C.

Q.Since you are from RI, you must be a mugger.

A. No, I am not a mugger, a slacker cannot be a mugger, unless you are talking about games, then yes, I am a game mugger,

Q. You say your biological sister calls you a social retard. Is there anything to back her claim up?

A. No, I am not a social retard, she calls me a social retard because I am friendless in RI. I think she has forgotten that I have friends who were in Yu Neng and who are in Yu Neng.

Q. Some people say that you are smart, but some people say that you are dumb. Why so?

A. Hmm. The people in my class in my school claim that I am as dumb as a pile of zombies, but other people who are actually humane enough not to backstab people claim that I am quite smart. I feel that I am the average, because my SuperComputerBrain is not at all Super, and also it has gone mouldy due to moisture in the body (i.e. blood) so yes. I am of the average intelligence, or maybe a little bit higher?

Q. Is it true that you have always failed NAPFA? All your friends say so.

A. It isn't true! You can check my results if you want to. The Physical Education teacher even said that I was "very fit". Although I am not very fit. Just normal. In fact, if I wasn't so rusty I could be very fit.

Q. You claim to be a Robotic Vampiric Bat. Do you have anything to back up this ridiculous claim?

A. Well, my body parts are mechanical, and I drink blood. I also like bats, they are my favourite animals. Does that answer your question?

So yes. These are some questions that I have been asked and all my real answers are there.

Anyway...I have to go. To play games. Signing off now.

P.S. I'm still searching for the blogskin...

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].

8:01 PM

Hello. Welcome to my blog. This is the first post I am going to post so I better set the ground rules first.

Rule 1: No vulgar language by anybody, including the owner of the blog. Words like bastard, bitch, asshole, suck, shit, etc etc are considered foul, not vulgar, so they CAN be used. Just try to use as little as you can.

Rule 2: No flaming, spamming of the tagboard, or anything else that is deemed unacceptable by the owner of the blog.

Rule 3: Try to have fun with the ball thingies at the top of this blog. (Don't follow this rule for now because I am still searching for the old blogskin...)

Rule 4: No insulting the owner of the blog. Seriously.

Rule 5: No allowing flamers and spammers onto this blog. This blog is open for now, but if there are reports of unknown flamers I am not going to name like Mr. Dwayne Unknown, then this blog is going to get privatized and only selected people will get to view it. (No offence to all other innocent Dwaynes, you are still free to come to this blog.)

Rule 6: The spelling and grammar may be bad, but in comparison to some famous Singaporean girl, I am a master of English. So don't suan or laugh.

Rule 7: All languages in this blog will be in English, Chinese or Hokkien. Because those are the 3 languages that I can understand...

So have fun. Signing off now to go and play games...

[by the FUCKING COWARD LOSER PIECE OF SHIT].