Oh the pernicious after effect of having fun in a gig.
Its been too long since a really good gig came up.
Id like to thank Jaarvis for making it to happen.

Id also like to say good fucking job to Xanadoo, Draconis Infernum, Oshiego, Thy Fallen Kingdom and lastly of course, Absence Ov The Sacred . Without you guys last night, I would not be suffering with this cramp on my neck (;

So under the perpetual moshpits, some rather weird things happened.
Ille try to recall and point it out.
Firstly, I dont know why, but people tend to drop on me, everytime they end their time of body surfing. There was even this once, while I was busy watching a guitarist ripping his shreds off, and suddenly a pair of legs came between my neck and fcuk i wasnt kidding, it was a replica version of WWE's Hurricana. Im telling you, somehow we all loved the idea of wrestling. Yesterday while I was headbanging, a friend of mine, T-bag, tried to disturb me, I got a little pissed off and body slammed him to the crowd. Haha!
You see, body surfers think that we crowds are swimming pool. They tend to dive and "Spear" you. Oh the misery. Haha!

What I realized too, was the people. Imma point out 5 people.

Mamad, Gig buddy / Epokepok - So far, he's been with me to nearly all metal gigs. Power la you epok-epok!

Jaarvis / Mr organizer - This guy, I will headbang beside to everytime when im up in the front.
Jaarvis however, I personally think, has no muscles on his neck, he keeps on banging and banging and banging his head forever. He's like the cat toy in a taxi you know? Haha, power la Jaarvis.

Shiva, bassist of xanadoo / Mr.Rojak - My favorite person to mosh with. Everytime we will come up with ridicolous ideas just to hype up the crowds. We'lle give random people lifts and bodysurf them to the back just so that we could go up front and shit. Fucking gerek la.

Zul , Alastor / Crimson Chin - This guy I saw 2 to 3 times trying to crowdsurf, but will end up in epic failure. kesiiiiiiiiiiannnn hahahahahaha! But fun la this guy, pogo here and pogo there.

Raden, guitarist of The Burning Shield / Mophead - This person, like has teleportation skills or what I dont know. Everywhere I go and headbang, this guy will be next to me or on top or below or whatever la! haha. Its funny la, everytime hes up front, he will be forcefully pushed onto the stage and he'lle end up sitting in a sujud way and headbang. There was this random guy who even told me, "Wah this guy like praying to god as if he sinned alot!" Haha!

I guess the 12 bucks was worth it. If I wasnt headbanging id be in the smoking room and sharing stories with Hans(Draconis Infernum) and Simov(Kurniawan). It was my first time seeing Hans speaking Bahasa Indon. And he spoke it really fluently. Impressive man. Good la, 3 indonesian guys inside talking sharing stories.

The gig turned out awesome, met old friends Simov, Clarence, Xam(Saitan) and many more. Even my my cousin whom is not into metal, was there. Ah Boi(Mr.TNT Studios), from out of the blues came up and chatted with me. Haha, good times man.

Well, headed home. Well , the journey home was CRAPPY in a way.
Astaroth and me first took the train from city hall. So we both lived in east side. So we took the escalator down. Turns out we took the wrong escalator, and went to the Joo Koon side instead. Nevermind we took the stairs down to the Pasir Ris side. Once the train arrived, it seemed really really packed. So me and Astaroth decided to take the train to raffles place since there wouldnt be as much people there.

So we got in the train, and astaroth was asking me "Eh man, if there are too many people in raffles, why not we go to marina and bounce back?" and then I gave him the " -__- " look and said "Since when did marina had green line?" and then we ended up laughing and laughing. haha.

So then we reached raffles place, got out and then sat at the opposite and waited for the train. So, the first train came, and still, it was packed. the 2nd and 3rd one arrived, and I guessed luck wasnt on our side, as it was still packed. We talked crap and all while waiting. Astaroth even thought he saw the hands on the clock moved and skipping a minute everytime he looked at it.

So heres the thing, we waited for a mere of 15 minutes for a train that had 2 available seats on, when suddenly astaroth said "Man Im sorry to say this" and i said "what what?". "
Astaroth then put his head down and shook his head. I however began scouting for the possible reasons on why he did the following actions. AND IT TURNS OUT WE WERE ON THE SIDE OF JOO KOON INSTEAD OF PASIR RIS. WRONG SIDE AGAIN! WAH PIANG WASABI!

Of course we laughed. We laughed so hard that we brought a new definition to erection.
Yea, no wonder there were a lot of people. Finally went down the escalator and trained home the right way to tampines. and yes there were seats!

And as if luck wasnt pushing us hard enough, we shared the same cabin with an old man vomitting into a plastic bag really loud. two words for you last night dude!
fuck luck! hahaha! last night only ah. today and the upcoming i am still putting my hopes on you! :D

oh and guys, its called Mutual Respect. Get that in your head. :)

Till then,

Au Revoir!

How to be a supervillain.


A short composition written by Kasman Putra :D

The rooms chimney fire was the only source of light. It was to me, what seemed like a thousand candles being burned with rapid speed, all at the same time. Though it did not give out as much heat, it was fairly enough to cook an egg or two. Make that three.

I stood beside her bed. Her mind was in a distorted state or so I presumed.
She looked confused, in pain, maybe even happy as Im next to her.
Yes, she was tied to all four corners of the bed, tightly. I mean you could see the scars of it a mile away. Steadily, I whispered her in a funereal tone that everything was going to be alright while stroking her cheek with the tip of my blade carefully, not to cut her angelic face. I got up, turned around and I slapped her, tight. That felt good. I was just checking whether she was still in a conscious state. No im not a misogynist, mind you. Maybe a little lecherous. And I am loqacious too.
Yet and yes, I rather am an impulsive person. I have received that a number of times from my imaginary friends. I tend to vacillate frequently.

It seems however she did not react to my actions. I sat down at a chair beside the bed and gazed at her beauty. She wasnt struggling at this point of time. No, she wasnt dead silly. I can see her breathing. Deeply but calmly at the same time. How can she be in that state of manner when she knew she was in danger? Being unable to resist the temptation any longer, I stood up, put on a look of expectancy on my face, came up next to her and readied my blade to her throat.

Now I had no expertise in all this. I was also somehow curious, how the villains and killers in the movies did it with ease. I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. The incessant thumping of my heartbeat was rushing my blood to the head. I leaned nearer as I gripped the handle.
But oh suddenly, I hated this moment, the doorknob started to shake vigorously. A request was being made and it was unanswered. The girl however, bulged her eyes open and started to move like a maniac. The only sounds that was coming from her was however just muffled screams and the old rusty springs from the bed. I got up. So it was the virtue of truth versus myself. I daresay, Street Fighter II would be harder challenge but I didnt think it was time for any of that. A little dissappointed, I gave the girl one last smile, gave out a snorted laugh, and ran towards the backdoor.

I ran as fast as I could, laughing maniacally. And that, sadly was my unglorious escape. I tend to kill her some other day hopefully. A day has passed, so easily, as if it has no problems to worry about. I dont think hopes are even on my side now. I am a fugitive now. But I didnt think the news spread that far, she wasnt dead and, heck noone gives a damn who she is. The news is full of hypocritical statements I think. Heh, do you really think we are afraid of you leaders? Shit no, if it wasnt for us you'd still be feeding your stray cats under the bridge where your peace belongs. Speaking of it, bureacrats are like stake. They take so damn long to cook, where as noone likes it over cooked. Dropping that, I have to stay low for the moment.

Everywhere I go, its the same. Grandoise buildings here and there and everyone has greed on their faces. Some lust. Most of them all look the same. What? Do you think stitched faces, forcedfully-handicapped limps and decapitated people scares me? Im a killer, I was born ready for this.

2nd day has passed. And then I guess I was wrong, hope was with me afterall, I found the girl going to the carpark nearby a smalltown hospital. I hid, and let me tell you something, never, did glee has ever overwhelmed my body just like this. It was sensational I tell you. She was in a wheelchair, badly bruised. Her beauty was still divine though. Thats a yes right there.

Her helper thought he'd left his keys and decided to take a walk back inside and leave her for a moment or so he thought. This was the perfect oppurtunity.
I ran towards her back, and leaving hesitation behind, I stabbed her from the back.
I closed my eyes just to take in the glorius feeling. The feeling of satisfaction.
Something was amiss though, she was silent. No sound or whatever. She did not react to my actions. I was confused. I was always confused truthfully, but this time, it definitely brought a new definition to it.

This was when I realized, my knife and was somewhat, transluscent. A part of my hand went pass through her. Just to make sure, I tried stabbing her a few more times.
Nothing. Nope, not a scratch either. You know, at this point of time, all I could think of how much more intricate this world can be. God was like giving me a substitution technique at this moment. All I could do now, was drag my feet back to where it all began. I had to go to her house.

Big blue roof, a swing by the side and beautifully decorated garden. It wasnt hard to spot her house. The doors, windows, and the main gate had been taped with the yellow "Do Not Cross" police line. It actually looks better now, from my point of view. It looked somehow what like a big blue bumblebee. Not bothering to even open the gates, I just went pass through it. I was getting used to this. Youd get temporary shivers everytime you do it though.

I know its just been days, but I am feeling nostalgic. The house was empty. I headed for her room. Where our playful time took place. The ropes were still at the corners of the bed. I sneered upon leaving the room. And suddenlly everything started to came back to me.
I did not rush. I am a villain, I had to take it easy and cool everytime. I took a deep breath, and walked towards her toilet while whistling to the tunes of " The Call Of Cthulu". It actually helps me feel enthusiastic for some reason, whistling.

And in the toilet there I was. Laid dead.
Crap, I wasnt showing my good side of the face either.
Flashbacks starts to take over my mind, my head was in searing pain.
I crouched and clutched on to my hair tight. No, no use shouting or asking for help, noone hears you. Wait, there was no difference.
Back when I was living, noone really cared about me. Better yet listens to my desires and needs.
Everything turned bright.

I was in the toilet. The girl was the person whom I've loved unconditionally, privately, secretly. Nah, she didnt had the same feelings back for me. I was in my world, and wanted her to be part of it. She however thought I was out of my mind. I told her of course. Everyones brain is inside you and you're outside of it. I tied her to the corners and drugged her with the chlorofoam I stole from my meachanical class. I headed to the toilet, and I was feeling scared. Not of the consequences. Just scared of killing her. This was my first time. My first love. My first kill.
There, I got some random pills, and having the heckcare attitude, I took em all at random shots.
Actually I didnt know why I did that. I thought pills were sweets to villains.

Everything is clear now. Oh well, this clearly explains, why she didnt react when I moved my blade on her during our playtime torture session. Oh and I guess, the reason why I see dead people too. Oh well, there goes my chance of being a villain.
Wait, now I can be a better villain. No, a supervillain.

I could be peeping tom. And this time, I know I wont get caught.



Au Revoir.

GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!

So hello people! I dont usually do this, but in times like this we all just have to share our happiness! Manchester United won Arsenal by an aggregriate of 4-1.

So Imma give some reviews on what happened.


1st half:

Everything started ok with both teams, just like another Premier League game.

8th minute:
However, 8 minutes into the game, Arsenal's youngster, Gibbs, slipped accidentally inside his own penalty area and unfortunately for him, Man U's Park Ji Sung received the crossed ball from Cristiano Ronaldo and then slotted it home for an extra lead.

Score: 1-0
Agg: 2-0 (Arsenal would have to score thrice to win).

11th minute:
One would thought that it couldnt get any worse for Arsenal fans, but in the 11th minute it actually did. Cristiano Ronaldo, took a free kick from a 30 yard distance and scores! A magnificent shot!

Score: 2-0
Agg: 3-0 (4 goals for Arsenal now).


20th minute:

2nd Half:

45 min:
A substitution for Arsenal.
<Kieran Gibbs
>Emmanuel Eboue

46 min:
The second half has just started. It seems that the security at the Emirates have been alerted at one area of the stands. Police dogs are sniffing for suspicious substances as the spectators have been cleared from a specific section in that area.

54th minute:

Score:3-0
Agg:4-0

63rd - 66th Minute:
Substitutions.

Manchester United.

<Anderson
>Ryan Giggs

<Patrice Evra
>Rafael Da Silva

<Wayne Rooney
> Dimitar Berbatov

Arsenal.

< Theo Walcott
> Bentdner

67th minute:
Some Arsenal fans are leaving the stadium. They have seen enough, it seems.

69th minute:
YELLOW CARD to Samir Nasri (Arsenal).

71st minute:
David Beckham is at the Emirates and he is relishing this Manchester United performance.

75th minute:

76th Minute:
A goal from a penalty taken from Arsenal's, Robin Van Persie.
Robin van Persie has reduced the deficit as he made no mistake from the penalty. It is now 3-1.

Score: 3-1
Agg: 4-1

79th minute:
Substitutions.

<Robin Van Persie
>Carlos Alberto Vela

81st minute:
YELLOW CARD to Sheyi Emmanuel Adebayor (Arsenal).

84th minute:
Arsenal are coming out now and are creating some good chances but they had lost the match and the tie in those three minutes in the first-half.

86th minute:
YELLOW CARD to Emmanuel Eboue (Arsenal).

Theres a lot of definition to this really common-used word.
The basic definition to everyone would be "afraid or frightened of".

I basically have 3 fears.

Lets start with the not so scary fear I have.

"Katsaridaphobia"

The fear of cockroaches. Seeing it is ok. from afar.
I dont know how or when i developed this fear.
i mean, when i was young, i used to count scores as i step on them.
but now, it seems i wouldnt even dare to step on them.
if im at home, id use insecticides to spray em. but i dont use em like normal people do,
instead i will still spray the insecticide on the cockroach even after its dead, just to be safe.
i mean who knows whether the cockroach is playing dead. paranoid over it? i guess.

Second Fear.

"Claustrophobia"

Claustrophobia, the fear of being shut in a place.
for me, i cant be shut in a small space. i mean its ok if its in rooms and all, but not in a lift for too long. ive been stuck inside a lift once, i got what seems like a panic attack.
its like im fighting my ass of for my life. i kicked and punched at the lift although i did not think that it would not help at all during that moment. try imagine yourself being stuck inside a really small enclosed space, say ur closet or something, where everything is dark, noone is there, and you being trapped inside it for a really long time. oh the horror.

Last Fear.

"Gerascophobia"

Gerascophobia, the fear of getting old.
yes i have that fear. and i am not ashame to tell it.
everyone wants to be young forever, but everyone also has to face reality.
but heres the thing, im not afraid of dying or getting diseases when im old.
The only thing im afraid of in this phase, is that if id become a burden.
a burden to my kids or my grandchildren. I dont want to be a bother.
no, not at all. i dont want people to waste their time taking care of me. if it comes to a point of time where i cant take care of myself, i suppose i will take flight.

Au revoir.

Oh the pernicious after effect of having fun in a gig.
Its been too long since a really good gig came up.
Id like to thank Jaarvis for making it to happen.

Id also like to say good fucking job to Xanadoo, Draconis Infernum, Oshiego, Thy Fallen Kingdom and lastly of course, Absence Ov The Sacred . Without you guys last night, I would not be suffering with this cramp on my neck (;

So under the perpetual moshpits, some rather weird things happened.
Ille try to recall and point it out.
Firstly, I dont know why, but people tend to drop on me, everytime they end their time of body surfing. There was even this once, while I was busy watching a guitarist ripping his shreds off, and suddenly a pair of legs came between my neck and fcuk i wasnt kidding, it was a replica version of WWE's Hurricana. Im telling you, somehow we all loved the idea of wrestling. Yesterday while I was headbanging, a friend of mine, T-bag, tried to disturb me, I got a little pissed off and body slammed him to the crowd. Haha!
You see, body surfers think that we crowds are swimming pool. They tend to dive and "Spear" you. Oh the misery. Haha!

What I realized too, was the people. Imma point out 5 people.

Mamad, Gig buddy / Epokepok - So far, he's been with me to nearly all metal gigs. Power la you epok-epok!

Jaarvis / Mr organizer - This guy, I will headbang beside to everytime when im up in the front.
Jaarvis however, I personally think, has no muscles on his neck, he keeps on banging and banging and banging his head forever. He's like the cat toy in a taxi you know? Haha, power la Jaarvis.

Shiva, bassist of xanadoo / Mr.Rojak - My favorite person to mosh with. Everytime we will come up with ridicolous ideas just to hype up the crowds. We'lle give random people lifts and bodysurf them to the back just so that we could go up front and shit. Fucking gerek la.

Zul , Alastor / Crimson Chin - This guy I saw 2 to 3 times trying to crowdsurf, but will end up in epic failure. kesiiiiiiiiiiannnn hahahahahaha! But fun la this guy, pogo here and pogo there.

Raden, guitarist of The Burning Shield / Mophead - This person, like has teleportation skills or what I dont know. Everywhere I go and headbang, this guy will be next to me or on top or below or whatever la! haha. Its funny la, everytime hes up front, he will be forcefully pushed onto the stage and he'lle end up sitting in a sujud way and headbang. There was this random guy who even told me, "Wah this guy like praying to god as if he sinned alot!" Haha!

I guess the 12 bucks was worth it. If I wasnt headbanging id be in the smoking room and sharing stories with Hans(Draconis Infernum) and Simov(Kurniawan). It was my first time seeing Hans speaking Bahasa Indon. And he spoke it really fluently. Impressive man. Good la, 3 indonesian guys inside talking sharing stories.

The gig turned out awesome, met old friends Simov, Clarence, Xam(Saitan) and many more. Even my my cousin whom is not into metal, was there. Ah Boi(Mr.TNT Studios), from out of the blues came up and chatted with me. Haha, good times man.

Well, headed home. Well , the journey home was CRAPPY in a way.
Astaroth and me first took the train from city hall. So we both lived in east side. So we took the escalator down. Turns out we took the wrong escalator, and went to the Joo Koon side instead. Nevermind we took the stairs down to the Pasir Ris side. Once the train arrived, it seemed really really packed. So me and Astaroth decided to take the train to raffles place since there wouldnt be as much people there.

So we got in the train, and astaroth was asking me "Eh man, if there are too many people in raffles, why not we go to marina and bounce back?" and then I gave him the " -__- " look and said "Since when did marina had green line?" and then we ended up laughing and laughing. haha.

So then we reached raffles place, got out and then sat at the opposite and waited for the train. So, the first train came, and still, it was packed. the 2nd and 3rd one arrived, and I guessed luck wasnt on our side, as it was still packed. We talked crap and all while waiting. Astaroth even thought he saw the hands on the clock moved and skipping a minute everytime he looked at it.

So heres the thing, we waited for a mere of 15 minutes for a train that had 2 available seats on, when suddenly astaroth said "Man Im sorry to say this" and i said "what what?". "
Astaroth then put his head down and shook his head. I however began scouting for the possible reasons on why he did the following actions. AND IT TURNS OUT WE WERE ON THE SIDE OF JOO KOON INSTEAD OF PASIR RIS. WRONG SIDE AGAIN! WAH PIANG WASABI!

Of course we laughed. We laughed so hard that we brought a new definition to erection.
Yea, no wonder there were a lot of people. Finally went down the escalator and trained home the right way to tampines. and yes there were seats!

And as if luck wasnt pushing us hard enough, we shared the same cabin with an old man vomitting into a plastic bag really loud. two words for you last night dude!
fuck luck! hahaha! last night only ah. today and the upcoming i am still putting my hopes on you! :D

oh and guys, its called Mutual Respect. Get that in your head. :)

Till then,

Au Revoir!

How to be a supervillain.


A short composition written by Kasman Putra :D

The rooms chimney fire was the only source of light. It was to me, what seemed like a thousand candles being burned with rapid speed, all at the same time. Though it did not give out as much heat, it was fairly enough to cook an egg or two. Make that three.

I stood beside her bed. Her mind was in a distorted state or so I presumed.
She looked confused, in pain, maybe even happy as Im next to her.
Yes, she was tied to all four corners of the bed, tightly. I mean you could see the scars of it a mile away. Steadily, I whispered her in a funereal tone that everything was going to be alright while stroking her cheek with the tip of my blade carefully, not to cut her angelic face. I got up, turned around and I slapped her, tight. That felt good. I was just checking whether she was still in a conscious state. No im not a misogynist, mind you. Maybe a little lecherous. And I am loqacious too.
Yet and yes, I rather am an impulsive person. I have received that a number of times from my imaginary friends. I tend to vacillate frequently.

It seems however she did not react to my actions. I sat down at a chair beside the bed and gazed at her beauty. She wasnt struggling at this point of time. No, she wasnt dead silly. I can see her breathing. Deeply but calmly at the same time. How can she be in that state of manner when she knew she was in danger? Being unable to resist the temptation any longer, I stood up, put on a look of expectancy on my face, came up next to her and readied my blade to her throat.

Now I had no expertise in all this. I was also somehow curious, how the villains and killers in the movies did it with ease. I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. The incessant thumping of my heartbeat was rushing my blood to the head. I leaned nearer as I gripped the handle.
But oh suddenly, I hated this moment, the doorknob started to shake vigorously. A request was being made and it was unanswered. The girl however, bulged her eyes open and started to move like a maniac. The only sounds that was coming from her was however just muffled screams and the old rusty springs from the bed. I got up. So it was the virtue of truth versus myself. I daresay, Street Fighter II would be harder challenge but I didnt think it was time for any of that. A little dissappointed, I gave the girl one last smile, gave out a snorted laugh, and ran towards the backdoor.

I ran as fast as I could, laughing maniacally. And that, sadly was my unglorious escape. I tend to kill her some other day hopefully. A day has passed, so easily, as if it has no problems to worry about. I dont think hopes are even on my side now. I am a fugitive now. But I didnt think the news spread that far, she wasnt dead and, heck noone gives a damn who she is. The news is full of hypocritical statements I think. Heh, do you really think we are afraid of you leaders? Shit no, if it wasnt for us you'd still be feeding your stray cats under the bridge where your peace belongs. Speaking of it, bureacrats are like stake. They take so damn long to cook, where as noone likes it over cooked. Dropping that, I have to stay low for the moment.

Everywhere I go, its the same. Grandoise buildings here and there and everyone has greed on their faces. Some lust. Most of them all look the same. What? Do you think stitched faces, forcedfully-handicapped limps and decapitated people scares me? Im a killer, I was born ready for this.

2nd day has passed. And then I guess I was wrong, hope was with me afterall, I found the girl going to the carpark nearby a smalltown hospital. I hid, and let me tell you something, never, did glee has ever overwhelmed my body just like this. It was sensational I tell you. She was in a wheelchair, badly bruised. Her beauty was still divine though. Thats a yes right there.

Her helper thought he'd left his keys and decided to take a walk back inside and leave her for a moment or so he thought. This was the perfect oppurtunity.
I ran towards her back, and leaving hesitation behind, I stabbed her from the back.
I closed my eyes just to take in the glorius feeling. The feeling of satisfaction.
Something was amiss though, she was silent. No sound or whatever. She did not react to my actions. I was confused. I was always confused truthfully, but this time, it definitely brought a new definition to it.

This was when I realized, my knife and was somewhat, transluscent. A part of my hand went pass through her. Just to make sure, I tried stabbing her a few more times.
Nothing. Nope, not a scratch either. You know, at this point of time, all I could think of how much more intricate this world can be. God was like giving me a substitution technique at this moment. All I could do now, was drag my feet back to where it all began. I had to go to her house.

Big blue roof, a swing by the side and beautifully decorated garden. It wasnt hard to spot her house. The doors, windows, and the main gate had been taped with the yellow "Do Not Cross" police line. It actually looks better now, from my point of view. It looked somehow what like a big blue bumblebee. Not bothering to even open the gates, I just went pass through it. I was getting used to this. Youd get temporary shivers everytime you do it though.

I know its just been days, but I am feeling nostalgic. The house was empty. I headed for her room. Where our playful time took place. The ropes were still at the corners of the bed. I sneered upon leaving the room. And suddenlly everything started to came back to me.
I did not rush. I am a villain, I had to take it easy and cool everytime. I took a deep breath, and walked towards her toilet while whistling to the tunes of " The Call Of Cthulu". It actually helps me feel enthusiastic for some reason, whistling.

And in the toilet there I was. Laid dead.
Crap, I wasnt showing my good side of the face either.
Flashbacks starts to take over my mind, my head was in searing pain.
I crouched and clutched on to my hair tight. No, no use shouting or asking for help, noone hears you. Wait, there was no difference.
Back when I was living, noone really cared about me. Better yet listens to my desires and needs.
Everything turned bright.

I was in the toilet. The girl was the person whom I've loved unconditionally, privately, secretly. Nah, she didnt had the same feelings back for me. I was in my world, and wanted her to be part of it. She however thought I was out of my mind. I told her of course. Everyones brain is inside you and you're outside of it. I tied her to the corners and drugged her with the chlorofoam I stole from my meachanical class. I headed to the toilet, and I was feeling scared. Not of the consequences. Just scared of killing her. This was my first time. My first love. My first kill.
There, I got some random pills, and having the heckcare attitude, I took em all at random shots.
Actually I didnt know why I did that. I thought pills were sweets to villains.

Everything is clear now. Oh well, this clearly explains, why she didnt react when I moved my blade on her during our playtime torture session. Oh and I guess, the reason why I see dead people too. Oh well, there goes my chance of being a villain.
Wait, now I can be a better villain. No, a supervillain.

I could be peeping tom. And this time, I know I wont get caught.



Au Revoir.

GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!

So hello people! I dont usually do this, but in times like this we all just have to share our happiness! Manchester United won Arsenal by an aggregriate of 4-1.

So Imma give some reviews on what happened.


1st half:

Everything started ok with both teams, just like another Premier League game.

8th minute:
However, 8 minutes into the game, Arsenal's youngster, Gibbs, slipped accidentally inside his own penalty area and unfortunately for him, Man U's Park Ji Sung received the crossed ball from Cristiano Ronaldo and then slotted it home for an extra lead.

Score: 1-0
Agg: 2-0 (Arsenal would have to score thrice to win).

11th minute:
One would thought that it couldnt get any worse for Arsenal fans, but in the 11th minute it actually did. Cristiano Ronaldo, took a free kick from a 30 yard distance and scores! A magnificent shot!

Score: 2-0
Agg: 3-0 (4 goals for Arsenal now).


20th minute:

2nd Half:

45 min:
A substitution for Arsenal.
<Kieran Gibbs
>Emmanuel Eboue

46 min:
The second half has just started. It seems that the security at the Emirates have been alerted at one area of the stands. Police dogs are sniffing for suspicious substances as the spectators have been cleared from a specific section in that area.

54th minute:

Score:3-0
Agg:4-0

63rd - 66th Minute:
Substitutions.

Manchester United.

<Anderson
>Ryan Giggs

<Patrice Evra
>Rafael Da Silva

<Wayne Rooney
> Dimitar Berbatov

Arsenal.

< Theo Walcott
> Bentdner

67th minute:
Some Arsenal fans are leaving the stadium. They have seen enough, it seems.

69th minute:
YELLOW CARD to Samir Nasri (Arsenal).

71st minute:
David Beckham is at the Emirates and he is relishing this Manchester United performance.

75th minute:

76th Minute:
A goal from a penalty taken from Arsenal's, Robin Van Persie.
Robin van Persie has reduced the deficit as he made no mistake from the penalty. It is now 3-1.

Score: 3-1
Agg: 4-1

79th minute:
Substitutions.

<Robin Van Persie
>Carlos Alberto Vela

81st minute:
YELLOW CARD to Sheyi Emmanuel Adebayor (Arsenal).

84th minute:
Arsenal are coming out now and are creating some good chances but they had lost the match and the tie in those three minutes in the first-half.

86th minute:
YELLOW CARD to Emmanuel Eboue (Arsenal).

Theres a lot of definition to this really common-used word.
The basic definition to everyone would be "afraid or frightened of".

I basically have 3 fears.

Lets start with the not so scary fear I have.

"Katsaridaphobia"

The fear of cockroaches. Seeing it is ok. from afar.
I dont know how or when i developed this fear.
i mean, when i was young, i used to count scores as i step on them.
but now, it seems i wouldnt even dare to step on them.
if im at home, id use insecticides to spray em. but i dont use em like normal people do,
instead i will still spray the insecticide on the cockroach even after its dead, just to be safe.
i mean who knows whether the cockroach is playing dead. paranoid over it? i guess.

Second Fear.

"Claustrophobia"

Claustrophobia, the fear of being shut in a place.
for me, i cant be shut in a small space. i mean its ok if its in rooms and all, but not in a lift for too long. ive been stuck inside a lift once, i got what seems like a panic attack.
its like im fighting my ass of for my life. i kicked and punched at the lift although i did not think that it would not help at all during that moment. try imagine yourself being stuck inside a really small enclosed space, say ur closet or something, where everything is dark, noone is there, and you being trapped inside it for a really long time. oh the horror.

Last Fear.

"Gerascophobia"

Gerascophobia, the fear of getting old.
yes i have that fear. and i am not ashame to tell it.
everyone wants to be young forever, but everyone also has to face reality.
but heres the thing, im not afraid of dying or getting diseases when im old.
The only thing im afraid of in this phase, is that if id become a burden.
a burden to my kids or my grandchildren. I dont want to be a bother.
no, not at all. i dont want people to waste their time taking care of me. if it comes to a point of time where i cant take care of myself, i suppose i will take flight.

Au revoir.