Moved in to new school since Form1, barely lasted 4 months in old school before getting transferred due to being a frequent victim of bully.
Things get much worst in new school, some 'gangsta' always pours coke in my mushroom soup my momma prepared for me, to avoid being scolded for wasting the soup, I had to drink it, lasted until graduation. Some people liked to make fun of me, they always pull off my chairs when I tried to sit down, once, I landed so badly my butt muscles are all swollen and I can barely walk for 2 weeks, it still continued until graduation. I tried to hookup with some girls before, and what do I get in return? A FALSE acceptance, then embarass me right in front of her friends, told me to kneel before her and her friends, became a laughing stock.

On Form4, I finally started gaining muscle mass in a rapid rate, as if I was on creatine or steroids, but it was still slow as those bullies are alpha males.

after graduation, I've had a tougher frame and trained some self defending skills as well(little bit of karate, boxing, kickboxing, here and there). Received an invitation to event on facebook, as expected, im the LAST whose getting invited to the event. It was hosted in some local neighbourhood club, like Overtime.

I went to the event, and everyone is surprised to see my new look, even the girl tried to hit on me, there's a bar table, I tried to ignore them, so I walked over there and had a chat with the bartender, the girl WHO embarrassed me came upon me, and tried to hit on me, her friends were looking from the table. I've had enough, I'm not going to get embarrassed again, so I put my hand on the back of her head as if I'm going to play with her hair, but instead, I smacked her face onto the bar table, and dragged her head along the bar table, knocking over a few empty glasses as well.

I can see other people looking at me, blood was spewing out of her nose, it left a bloody trail on the table, but she's still alive nonetheless, probably with a broken nose and some minor concussion.

I walked out as if nothing happened, and the dude who pulled my chair during mid school, ran after me, he caught up with me, and asked if we can be friends.
We were in the backalley of the club, where nobody is watching, PERFECT, I said yes, and pretend to gave him a hug. Instead of a hug, I elbowed him on the side of his head, and put my hand behind his head and smacked him on the wall, he said "Dude U BROKE MY NOSE". He standed up and tried to fight me. His legs were straight, BIG MISTAKE, I gave a thrust kick on his knee, and he fell to the floor, probably got his knee broke.

I walked back into the club as it was cold outside. Apparantly, someone took the girl home, the bartender just said "I know how that feel bro", nobody made a phone call to the cops, as if nothing happened or things like this happens frequently. The dude who poured stuff into my soup asked "what happened to him?" I replied that his making a phone call. Then my chance came, I was sitting beside him, behind me is a florescent light under a painting, it was the backlit of it.

Then one person said YAM SENG, and everyone raised their glasses, here's my chance, I took the florescent tube and break one end of it using the table edge, then I pushed aside the dude's wine glass and pour the phosphor powder into his throat, his struggling but I held his jaw and his got no choice but to swallow it or be suffocated, either way, his going to get hurt, badly.

As I emptied the tube, I throw the tub on the floor, he was suffocating from the powder, and spitting it out. I watched him laugh with great pleasure and satisfaction as they finally got what's coming.

I then walked out of the club, straight back home, looking in the mirror, I no longer see the weak side of myself, but the tough and destructive side, and I prefer to stay on this side.

For what I've done, there's no return, the only way is to play it out.

sho kool~

kuda bangang ni lagi

cool story

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

moral of the story? lazy to read the whole thing.

aik igtkan dah terjun 14th floor...hidup lg rupanya..

took 5 minutes to finish it, it's a great novel. I can feel ur compassion, keep it up the good work bro.

where u copy this fictional story?

Dude, if this is a novel please give me the name.

kesian dah gila

i tot u do vasectomy


that'd be cooler

Nice essay there! 7/10 mark given

curi dari mana ni?

Bang sejuk cite

I can no longer tell whether this is a chapter of my darker side, or was it real? perhaps its a dream. but the memories on it are crystal clear, I can no longer differentiate myself from a beast, but being a kind man whose been taken advantage of, I find the beast side a much better place to be.

Oh, so many years I've tried to deceive myself from the real me, trying to hide my real self, hiding my true identity, creating a persona so inferior to others even to myself.

I've finally found the real me, embracing my true self.

no summary no cliff?

sho kool~

here's a mirror

cheh, and i thought at the end I would see walking dinosaurs.

1/10 for making me read through the end

cool story bro

i had the same prob, the solution i found is simple. Challenge them over Counter strike . hell yeh

Here, let me do a few product placements for you:

Maybe I am schizophrenic, like the main character in the movie Identity (which is a movie with waaaayyyy too many false endings), or maybe I am just living in a dream within a dream within a dream ala the movie Inception, or maybe I am just plain crazy like Jack Nicholson's character in the movie The Shining, but one thins is certain - for me to embrace my true self, I have to abandon all hope of living my life the way society wants it. I must throw away societal norms and start giving in to my primal urges, to my intended nature.

I must unleash the beast within me and let the whole world feel its [my] wrath. The beast [I] must be sic-ced upon like Cujo from the Stephen King novel of the same name.

I went into Jusco today and bought myself a knife set. Oh, I have big plans for them...

oh aren't we all so pure and innocence from the beginning? Shaped by the environment surrounding us time by time. Once, a chinese idiom said, everyone is pure and innocent during birth, like a piece of white A4, decorated by the incidents and thoughts as time passes by.

Perhaps I'm a little different, perhaps I was born a paper scribbled upon.
And as time passes by, the environment that I grew up tried to cover the scribbles with teachings and moral values.

And again, a paper that is once scribbled upon, will be scribbled again some day, but a paper that is originally pure will never be purified.

Perhaps I was borned with the dark side, and I'm now simply returning to it.

After some time u will think you're crazy and after some more time you'll learn that vengeance does not give u anything than memories of u hurting ppl . Let it go

mana sos?

you did that in your dreams kiddo

summary pls...

naharommm hack3line bagi weed jenis apa kat TS?

My sister ran out of the room, and I lost all ambition to finish. closing the computer tab, I covered up and chased after my sister, who I heard run down the hall to her room. I crept up to her door, quietly and from inside, I could hear the muffled moans and squeeking of her bed. I couldn't believe it, was she really masturbatiing after what just happened??

I decide to give her a little privacy and snuck away, quietly returning to my room. My thoughts quickly wondered, thinking about the noises I heard while I layed on my bed. My sister, pleasuring her little *****, after she had just seen me... then it happened. My phone vibrated across the roonm on the night stand, and i slowly walked over, while the idea was still caught in my head. then, seen what I never thought I would:

From: Ally (my sisters name)

Why did u leave?... I know you were lstning and it was kinda hot..

I couldn't believe what I was reading, the thoughts flooded into my mind and the context of everything she was doing was finally setting in. I had the idea of what was going on, but the concrete belief had eluded me until I seen that simple message.

I was a virgin at the time, and the idea of my sister finding it hott that I was listening suddenly got me harder than I had ever been. Like I said before, I had never thought of her this way, but now that she was making this kind of mood, I thought about all the times we had taken baths together when we were younger, and all the times she would walk around the house barely covered after we got older. Had she been trying for years to seduce me? to make me want this? I doubted it, but now that this was happening, perhaps I was wrong?

As advises from my family and friends flashes through my mind, telling me to let go of the past, as if it was a slideshow.

Working out or pumping iron, as everyone said, is the best way to relief stress as you pump the weights and muscles, and that it will distract you from the pressure and makes you focus on to the weights.

But as I pump more and more weights, for each repetition, I have a flashback of the scene of me being bullied upon. It acts upon as a fuel and energy source.

The effect is only temporary, each night I have a flashback of it, I can no longer handle myself, for the beast is soaring within.

The purpose of me working out is becoming clearer and clearer, as its only serves as a temporary stress solution. I've finally figured it out, for the purpose of the flashbacks, is to push me further, and for each flashback, the beast within me soars louder and louder.

I have a feeling of it, for one day, the time will come, for the beast to be unleashed, and havoc will fall upon those who had sinned against me.

Congratulations! You just went full retard and contracted autism! Would you like to an hero now?

EDIT: We can mod the story yo.

This post has been edited by Blackops981: May 28 2012, 10:20 PM

That story gave me an erection.

tis s bullsh!t

kena bully sampai delusional d... kesian btul...

Too bad you still looked like a 'sai sam pan'.

cool story bro

ok..

continue pls... this time iw ant video as proof

As I curl up on the corner on my room, starring at the ceiling, blank is the only thing on my mind.
A mild vibration broke my focus, it was my phone. Oh, my trusty phone, probably lasted more than most current generations cellphones. For each time the phone rings, the ringtone "Close to you" by The Carpenters had always kept me in peace, sometimes I'm at such peace that I forgot that I had a phone call for me to take. And it's such nice when the phone rang because it signifies that someone had tried to reach you, and cared about you.

I've kept the ringtone since an undated time, for the cellphone preserves a memory so valuable to me, and it'll always be close to me.

The cellphone is a present from my parents, I exchanged it with hard work of studying even though I have no interest in reading. For my school has a carnival day, and everyone will bring their cellphones and gadgets to school and show off, despite electronics are banned from schools, teachers kept an eye closed.

The cool kids will always bring double decks with an iPod mount on top and blasted the back alley of the school with their shit tier music. As everyone is gathered in small groups, showing off their cellphones and sharing songs via Bluetooth, I'm the only one that is focused on the stalls teachers had setup other than parents.

A brother of some kid came up to me, and said that I made his little boy cried.
His obviously picking on me, for I am inferior to him. I tried to take out my phone and call my parents, but before I can dial he snatch the phone out of my grip. For that his physically is much more superior than I am, I'm a no match for him.

He held the phone in the air and threaten to throw it if there's no apologization. I didn't, and the phone was thrown in the air, hitting the ground, but only the back cover and battery fell out, else is intact.

He then walked away with laughter, I looked at his brother. I know I'm going to have my time for I'm boiling inside, I sneak up upon his brother when his busy hitting up some girls.

The brother is only a kindergarten kid, and so I took him upon the fish pool, and thrust his head inside, bubbles started to show up on the surface as his struggling to breath.

For each time he twitched his body, I felt pleasured.

Until a teacher cut my actions and rescued the boy.

And there I am, standing in the principals office, with my parents, while other kids are having fun on carnival day. My story was ignored, and I'm caught red-handed. I've got no choice.

But after that day, I knew, that the world is no longer justified.

Brool story cro

get on the floor

everybody walk the dinosaur

its all your dellusions after the first paragraph

Ok

god damn stupid thread.

OP die in fire please.

As I stare at the phone, displayed on the screen is an unknown number.

I picked it up, calmly exhale into it to signify my presence.

"Only wait for the caller to start the conversation" an advice from my old man.

It was the hospital they said, and that a patient would like to see me. As I arrive, I asked for the directory and walked in, there, lies the girl on the hospital bed, her parents told me that someone smacked her face onto a table, as if they have no idea it was me. The parents left me for some time with the girl. I know that if she got to memories back, she will tell the truth. As I'm going to pull out her life support, she grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry" an apologization is the last thing I would expect to hear from this girl. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she told me that she'll keep it a secret.
But then, how long will it get, before the FBI gets my whole palm print behind her back or her friends that witnessed the incident?

As I kissed her on the forehead, I whispered beside her ears "But you're not forgiven, I'm sorry". You can see her facial expression, she knew that this is coming, and now it caught up to her. As she prepares to die, I pullout her life support and disabled the alarm.

I walked out of the room and went back home. As I pack my bags preparing to move out. For time is now an essential, every single second counts, I know I only have 1 night and 1 shot to get out of this country, then I will be invincible. It's been a long night, as I'm driving up north in hope of reaching the Malaysia-Thailand border.

And then I calmed myself, looking into the rear view mirror, I asked myself "WHAT THE FUCUK HAVE I DONE"

I've got no U-Turn now, either I live a life of fugitive or I turn myself in.

i can feel ts's keyboard warriorness

After that I buy a pair of socks. I can feel the fabric, I touch it again and again. The smell, the softness and the hope it gives me. Then I take out my older pair of socks that I've kept for so many years in the cupboard. I try to compare it with the new one. The difference is clear.

Smelly socks. Ugly. The kind of socks that brings you down. Even in a bright sunny day in the middle of a holiday when you're suppose to feel free and easy.

Then I get out from that same old house and take a look at the star. Too bad it is not there anymore. Because it is 12.45 P.M. That's okay. I take a look at the sun instead. It breaks my heart, sun.

Why are you always there? It's getting hotter and hotter. This sweat, like a tears that cannot dry keeps falling again and again.

I realize now. I never really have any choice. I've made up my mind. I hold my breath for a few seconds and all the pieces of my life start to come together like a shattered puzzle forming to become one. There is no turning back now. Forget about the socks.

It's ice cream.

I am dumb if i believe this story

Front guy = TS
Guy behind = Everyone who thought it is real

cool story brahh

okay 7/10 for your essay

7/10 for the way the bullies treated u

haha cerita bodoh

'cool' essay

can enter surat satu malaysia

^ what mean bro? i no understand

erghhhh~ TS you are scary. bye.

its a song. Im trying to divert away from TS's 'seriousness'

though not as good as prince of bel air

ts's imagination becoming strong one day later. Btw, I am not the strongest but whoever bullied me. However big he is to me... i fought like a boss using weapons, environment etc. If I knew that I gonna end up dead or injured badly. I better fall like a hero than evade and runaway like coward....

Cool story, but you need to stop dreaming and get up, otherwise your mum's gonna scold you again...

God bless you ...

nice short story bro.

You should be a novel writer, seriously

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can TS help me beat up some of my bully?. ayam still fat and shite.

tl;dr

Cool story bro, needs more dragons and sh*ts though.