Reader Discretion Advised


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the article about Mother Theresa. the quality of the images are quite good so it is possible to zoom in to read the words, i think.  if by any chance it’s unreadable, email me and i’ll send the images.

so yesternight i recorded what i thought was a T.U.G. podcast.

my 10th show supposedly.

during recording a lot of things happened.

the phone rang thrice.

the fire alarm went off.

somebody knocked on the door.

i just paused my recording every interruption.

all the while i thought that my recording was doing great.

after talking about all those boring stuff i always do talk about, i saved it and uploaded it in libsyn.

then i had the curiosity to check my recording.

listened to the song.

skipped a few minutes.

then me talking ’bout this and that.

skipped a few more minutes.

then… fuck!

me talking on the phone?

so i listened to the whole show.

and everything came crashing down.
it seems that i messed up the whole show.

there were segments where i should had paused it but didn’t and segments where i should had been recording but failed to un-pause it.

fuck it, shoot me!

Warning: Reader Discretion Advised

i’m in f*cking bad mood today… well not just today but it’s today that i want to release all the anger i have in me…

and i’m going to transfer all my anger to those sons of b*tches, f*cking retarded people that keeps posting/sending those stupid chain letters…
who in the their f*cking normal mind would ever believe that those sh*tty things will ever come true?

[mocking them] if i don’t send this to one billion people someone in my family would die… huhuhu… if i send this to five hundred people, finally, my dream will come true and someone will eventually love me because i’m a f*cking retarded… yehey… if i send this to everyone in my address book, i would get rich, ’cause Yahoo will pay me to f*cking annoy all my friends… if i send this within a minute after i finish reading this the love of my life will call me and tell me to “f*ck off retarded motherf*cker”…

if i could, i would strangle each and every one of those f*cking retarded *ssholes who has nothing better to do in life than to fill my emails and the bulletin boards with all their nonsense retarded sh*t…

[to those who believe in chain letters and the like] think! you motherf*ckers! have you all lost your mind? how and why in the world will it ever come true? f*cking think! use your retarded of a head… do you think that there is some kind of supernatural force that surfs the net and carefully monitors if you ever did send those f*cking nonsense so that they can,in return, reward you for being such a stupid retarded? get a life you f*cking morons!