im running out of ways to start a post.

ok i almost skipped band, by just a difference of ~1 second. cause if i had ducked down a little earlier, my senior would have missed me and i would be safe. i need to come to school earlier. also, yeekan came in the band room to talk shit about us. examples: this is the most expensive room... other than the dance studio, see? fingerprints, holes, footprints!, take care of this room kkz?lulzkthxbaiz!

geography tan got angry. for the first time. because of herself. she gave out some bunch of paper (which i didnt pass down). so i guess she took it back. then she ask, WHERE IS THE STACK OF PAPER?! WHO TOOK IT?! etc etc. then after ~10 minutes of searching, she realised it was in her hand. also, she almost took the wrong way. or something. i wasnt paying attention.

then english. wah. got one dead guy in the newspaper obituaries. took up 4 fucking WHOLE pages. not really lah, 1 full page + 1 page full of him except one small picture which is another guy + another 2 which is half him, half other people. what an ass. (no offence)

CHINESE. test. haiz. didnt understand the topic (closest thing i thought of was fireflies) so i typed in the electronic dic, whatdoesthetitlemean and passed to tsepin. turned out not happy with the smokers. still did anyhow anyway. thanks tsepin.

then guitar. normal as ever. though its the last. and that non-extra tutty (benny) looks like a fucking drunkass with his idiotic face and all.

rehearsal (yeah, right). just slacked all the way. joined indian dance so i could do crap. then all of a sudden, yiqian came and was a non-extra, beating me without any apparent reason. and also laughing all over the place. slack slack slack. boredom. went off at around 530.

ok, here it is. the part youve been waiting for. note: the previous chapter has been edited slightly. go on and read it, you know you want to.

the rampage of a beast

GRRRRR. I AHTE TEH 2I3ZINZ. DAY BAD 2 ME. ME BE MESELF 2 DAM.

that was how all of the chaos started. after the pondering of this sentence, he decided to take action. useless post after useless post, he bombarded the tagboard, with inspiring quotes found in the first page of this book, in the intro, making it look more alive than it actually was (which was not very alive, in case you didnt know). what was the motive behind this? noone could know.

therefore the diligent and noble 2e3zens have attempted to determine the motive of such horrifying stupidity-driven attacks. what causes one to try to deceive his or her fellow "friends" that he is their "friend" in this fashion? is it a means to gain attention? to feel important? to compensate for meager genitalia size? possibly. likely, in fact. it is unclear where the initial motivation originates, but it's most likely the result of a phenomenon known as "too much damn free time". this, combined with the aforementioned need for attention, and small penis size, creates a deadly combination.

you may be asking yourself, how can i protect myself from this atrocity? how do i fight his unthrowbackable throwbacks? whats this weird sticky stuff on my arm? fear not, as i have come up with a handy little guide on how to win a battle against mc, if you ever get into one.


yeah, i know you can lose with it, but hey, noone's perfect.

I HAVE COME TO THE ATTENTION THAT THIS PARAGRAPH HAS ALREADY BEEN TOLD. THIS PARAGRAPH WILL BE RETITLED 'PROTECTION' AND WILL BE PLACED SOMEWHERE AFTER THE RAMPAGE OF A BEAST.

have a good day.

note: to be edited as i currently do not know why i cannot view the older messages in the tagboard, therefore cannot proceed. my sincere apologies. well, not sincere, i guess, since i dont really care about you all. as long as you buy my book.