After months of planning and extensive work, this is the result. Not much to look at or even a very good skin.
But you gotta admit. Its pretty awesome.
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Oh believe me, this is gonna hurt, like hell.
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Monday, September 18, 2006
-A Bloodstained Letter-
In response to:
------------------------ To: Ansel Tempestt From: The Guy You Once Called "Friend"
Feeling happy now? Hand in your pocket, feeling cocky and all? Too many friends I suppose. All you wanted right? Friends, a few gadgets and a small load of cash to blow? Well, breaking news, life ain't gonna survive on a dying dream or a flying fuck-as-if-I-care attitude. Life starts now, make it or break it. I can tell from your reactions you don't care what happens to me anymore and if I should die you probably would drop a dollar in the collection tin and walk off for a cup of coffee at McDonalds. Either way, that's not my business anymore.
However, you need to get your act going. Its N levels. A not-so-big thing but I'm sure people will judge you based on that. Let's be honest, kicks and personality is a party gimmick for the rich. Get jet set status then we'll talk compassion. Feeling burn in other people's shoes is just something you do when you can blow a hundred thousand dollars a night and wake up the next morning in front of your ATM withdrawing another few thousand. Not that I'm jealous of them or anything but it would help.
Whoever said money can't buy happiness is full of shit. He probably had 5 dollars in his wallet, nothing to his name, living in the streets and drinking a bottle of Jack Daniel's everyday. Drowning the fact that he's a complete loser and a bum which only the mentally handicapped or insane would date. Let's be honest, who's going to argue with me? I only speak the truth. Now, question time, would you rather be lazing back in your multimillion dollar house or would you rather be drinking a bottle of cheap alcohol? You know which to pick.
Doesn't take a genius to make a million dollars. But it does take cunning and a wicked heart. Maybe I'll see you around someday. I assure you this is the end. My life will go down the drain this year. Sure I've got perfect A1s but this will not last. You will surpass me and if you don't mind, if you ever get successful and you happen to see me down on my luck, give me a ride in your ferrari.
Yes, ok I'm kidding about the ferrari but you will beat me. That's that. But no matter where you go and what you do, don't forget the people who have helped you along the way. I'm perfectly content playing my guitar in Orchard Road for two dollars from a stranger with the only girl I'll ever want and life will be perfect like that. So you can leave me by myself. I'll be ok. But I'm sure the rest want a reward so return the favour. Signing off. Letter sent dated September 11th 2006. ------------------------
Ok. In response to that Daryl. Oops. Was I supposed to keep that a secret? Sorry. I mean Mr Chan. Oh right can't use your surname either. Oh well, sorry Mr Daryl Chan, I won't let anyone know your identity. Secret is safe. I'll call you DC. Secret. Shh. Anyway, apologies in advance for that. Have fun in Germany. And yes, I will get that ferrari. So I can drive to Orchard Road to give you your two dollars. Have a nice day.