Saturday, October 30, 2004, 2:38 AM
Screw the French ass. We've got the cocks!
Haha that will sound familiar if you are a regular Ya Kun Kaya Toast customer. Today, I am stuck between sadness and joy. For being happy, it's about Singapore Idol. That sick egoistic jackass Christopher Michael Lee is finally out. I have waited for this day for a long time. Actually I don't really meant that. Just because he's cute, girls vote for him blindly. To me, Jerry Ong is better than CML. No more CML chants, Chrissypooians! Sylvester is improving, but he must continue to keep that rock image. Never ever turn to R&B or Pop because it kinda sucks. Rock music rulez. Looks like justice has finally been prevailed in Singapore Idol. But not for me. The sad thing is that......I lost my wallet at the coffeeshop. Inside the wallet contains stuffs like.....over $100. But thank God, he left my important items like I.C, Ezlink card, and library card inside my mailbox. That guy will not scot-free easily for taking the wallet and cash. If I find out who did it, I'll do it Hardcore Holly style; I'm gonna break that person's neck. This has taught me a lesson. Never bring any important valuables when you go to coffeeshop. And take good care of your things. I've been feeling blurry these days and I think that's due to lack of sleep. Being alert will be good and it cause you to kick some ass around the Tampines area. Mark my words. I believe in retribution. But it is not up to me to say that. And you know it's up to who. God has make differences in our lives. That's why we got to read the bible and say our prayers. That's the most important thing. Without prayer, you will be powerless. That's true. To find out the culprit, I'm gonna do it CSI style. The time is now for Heidenreich. The time is now for me to strike. Mark these sentences. And think again. That S.O.B thought he did a good deed by returning me my important items. I appreciated that. I really thank God for that. BUT, he took the hard earned money and wallet of mine. No outsiders use my father's or my money unless I give them the permission. Speaking of which, I don't want to talk about it. It starts to make me feel angry. And BAD things happen when I'm angry. One last thing about it; That S.O.B is a DEAD man..................