Hey Man, There's A Life Out There Too!

Living inside a shell can be a beneficial if not superficial way of saying how great life is with everything you can want to have in your dreams; like living inside the container of the 4 tonne trailer, driving the car of your dreams up and down the fucking trailer, watching MTV and jerking off to Kim Kardashian or Jessica Biel or Jade Goody on the E! channel all day. Of course you have bragging rights to! ‘Fuck! What car do you think I should buy ah? Satria ? Only two doors leh, Vios? The back not so nice right’ to a bunch of people who couldn’t give a flying fuck if you bought a ‘proton saga tujuh-puluhan’ or a ‘01 Beetle’. Great you got a couple of them saying ‘show-off, or fucking prick’. Dude, you’re still living underneath a shell or in your own great words, my comfortable trailer container man!

Lay off on the trying to talk big and do something that will actually shock me. Tell me you have a plane or your dad shot 12 people with 8 bullets back in the day and made his money fucking the opposite your house motorbike trader’s grandfathers ass when he was 14 to get some money to start up his MLM capital. He ain’t rich and neither are you, you drive a fuckin mother paid for car, with a clueless tyre-faced head stuck up her arse in the ground type girlfriend. So please for the sake of humanity and a little class; stop showing off unless you can really bend over and tie your shoelaces without the comments of someone making fun of your skinny ass or 28-cent hair dye dry hairstyle motherfucker.

So take this piece of advice for I only give it out once, take your ass out of your head and open the little locks and bolts inside your little container and fucking breathe in the fresh air ourside your sheltered life and maybe right there you can realize how much we don’t give a fuck about you, your girlfriend, your life, your wannabe millionaire rich parents who don’t have a cent to send you to Europe for an education but are likely to consider Thailand because ‘its closer to home’ for the obvious reasons of decorating the house you live in with the middle upper class ‘nice’ things for the rich to see and scoff and the paupers to marvel and envy at whilst leaving nothing in their fucking bank accounts for themselves should they contract cancer.

Go out there and do something with your life boy. Take a punch from someone and feel how much it hurts. If you fall let’s see how you get up and take another hit. You probably can’t even think about getting up from a hit if you thought about getting up from one. Despite your ‘my balls so big i can tapau anyone in counter strike and world of warcraft, cabal, fifa, lowyat.net and jamtank.net’; you’re still just an undeveloped infant deformed with an umbilical cord stuck with ‘be safe’, ‘cannot one’, ‘we go lim chiu tonight and play my girlfriend’s ning ku pau when she drunk maybe can fuck her’ to the monitors.

I wouldn’t be surprised.