[b]
Now we all shall know how to commit suicide and not feel
guilty.
i shall go hang around sum construction site, provok some bangla..(
no offence.. to them.. but i HAD TO USE SOME ONE FOR THIS SCHENARIO
) maybe den he'll rap e me,
i go home, depressed,slash my wrist and write my hearthbreaking
story in blood on the wall and at the last moment of my death call
The Newpaper hotline ( not only would they send a phone to the dead
me for reportin the story but i get to be on the news. )
next day my death on front page, the poor mo ron gets trial ( i
would feel sorry for him but too bad i'll be too busy repeating my
death over n over again in hell for the rest of eternity )
gullible singaporeans( or rather should i put it.. most of these
donators are bloody singaporeans who only know how to follow trend,
pretend they're kind hearted, so see people donate, they also
donate so they can go show off that they've a kind heart but
inside.. WE KNOW WAT UR LIKE! OR I! FROM HELL SHALL CURSE U!
)
den my parents dun need to pay for my funeral, sumr they get
insurance money PLUS the money that these fake sympathic
singaporeans give ( not all singaporeans.. most.. ) ( which can
most prop accumulate to even more than i can ever give them for the
rest of my life workin )to live comfortably for the rest of their
life.
everyone wins! the bangla dun need to work so hard n worry for his
family, my parents stay rich, i die, dun need to every morn wake up
n curse n swear at the world n struggle my arse off to support my
parents, the fake singaporeans can have their so called face to
show their friends, the other fugly singaporeans can go to my
funeral and try to get 4D numbers that'll never actually win, while
i laugh my arse off in hell at these moro ns.
