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Name: Lester Tong The
Country: Hong Kong
Birthday: 3/8/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Wargaming, stabbing, slicing, dicing, slashing, cutting, shooting, skinning, listening to music, knifing, hosing people with guns, cleaving, gutting, bashing, punching, kicking, kneeing, elbowing, jabbing, headbutting, thrashing, raging, getting pissed off, brawling, tripping, backstabbing, attacking, fighting, swearing and more things I can think of...
Expertise: Hating, Talking on MSN, Listening to Adema, Lacuna Coil, Machinehead, Exies, Tool, Nothingface, Nirvana, Bile, LMF still thinking of ways to insult others
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
9/24/2003
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| I'm leaving xanga because I'm bored of it, it's a little lame.. and I'm too lazy to go through all my subscriptions and criticise everyone, and change my layout... it's too much to do and I've got enough on my hands... -_-; bye xanga freaks. | | |
| Today I went to Michael Samra's birthday party (a wargame, I didn't go because I wanted to celebrate it, I went because I wanted to shoot him) I went at 8:30, Got there at 9 or so, stayed for about 30 minutes, then we all went down to a bus, and hopped on where there were a bunch of kids in the back, and we sat in the front, it went to Sai Kung, where we had a full day of wargaming, all the time before lunch we were in area 4 which was just barrels and bushes, we found that the kids in the back of the bus were going to have to play with us, at the first round I lost my brother's M700 Police (A sniper rifle) front sight, because the bolt holding it in place was loose and it fell off, where I lost it, which was really gay, because it was my brother's gun and I knew he'd be pissed, so I used my G3A3 (assault rifle) and, well it ended really fast and we didn't win, next round was similar, but the teams were modified a bit, we lost again, next round we switched sides, it was Capture the flag, and me and ralph hid in the back and sniped, yes I used the M700 regardless of the front sight, and I just shot almost anyone I saw through the sights, but my helmet got in the way, which was really gay, and I aimed sideways, so the hop-up made it fire at an angle and miss the target, next game it was a game where this guy called Simon was the VIP and you had to run tap him on the shoulder, and bring him back to your safety zone... And my dad started to bitch me about switching off my computer here and my brother helped me click submit which is really gay, because I was planning to continue typing later. Whatever, now to continue on, Justin, thought that the guy said that you had to kill the VIP, so when it started he rushed in, hosed the guy then started cheering and thought his team and won, and everyone on his team were like; oh my god, idiot, he was like so goddamned proud, also, Ralph who was next to me in the bushes sniping, wanted to kill him so we could just go eat lunch, and next round, he did. All this time those kids wer complaining about our guns being better than their's, and we just shot them on purpose, and then they complained more, and the guy, Simon, had to yell "STOP SHOOTING" like 50 times atleast that day, and in the end of the day he was tired -_-;. We then had lunch, when we were done, we went out again, to area 3, this was just jungle terrain and it was wet, I used my brother's M700, and there was no point in that because it's a sniper rifle, and it was 2.6~2.8 joules, and the safety range was like 70 meters, but I still brought it. We won or lost (I forgot), then the next round the opposing team had to bring a box to our starting point, the guy said no boundaries, so they walked around the whole place, through area 4, and back to area 3, at our side, the guy was like "You can't go through area 4, that's out of bounds!" o.0. Next we were on another terrain, there was a fort on the bottom and a hill, and we kind of made the kids rush in and fight for us, but they were scared, and didn't go, still we sent like 2 to their deaths and then me and Justin started advancing, then I got shot by MY TEAMMATE (Ralph) WITH MY GUN (Desert Eagle) IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD (Owch), and then I got so pissed I was about to turn and fire randomly on those imbecile kids. The last round we just charged, to the mountain bottom, and this idiot named Walker or something told the kids they couldn't go up, and then only me, Chris, Stephen, and Walker went up, and I told them to get the kids and we'd have them charge, and when he went back Stephen was shooting the kids who were complaining and they started shooting back, and Walker joined in, and I was like what the fuck is going on, and I just got me, Chris, Walker, and Stephen to fire on 3, because there was only 2 minutes left we stayed there for a while, 30 seconds left, then we went 1...2...3! and we all got up and started firing (Semi-Auto because the idiot Simon made us all use semi auto) and I got shot in the head from about 10 meters away, with an upgraded gun, because my mask wasn't covering my hair, and that was just fucking gay, that ended the game, we all left, took the bus home, those idiot cocky kids were sitting in the front this time, we told prejudiced jokes, made some prank calls, when we got to Michael's house we had some pizza, and then we just all departed on our seperate ways. The end, done, period. | | |
| Bah, gay vacation, went to a place better known to most as "Japan" specifically "Tokyo", I refer to it as "Hell", and now I'll get in to detail. blah blah blah, yada yada yada, BULLSHIT, there is no need to post any detail, two words are enough "IT SUCKS", and to those who love it and go there 5 times a year, then I'll add a "I THINK" and to those who think it SUCKS too, then I'll add a "VERY MUCH". | | |
| It's finally the christmas break and I'm bored, Eugene Wu's coming today, yay? | | |
| Another lesson learned in life..
...Misunderstandings... Alright, I'll do this the hard way; 3 years ago; following the example of another person; with the help from a friend; I was corrupted, he taught me to escape the depression by listening to music; Gothic rock; listening extensively to it I was corrupted; and my thoughts changed Gothic; my depression was gone, but something new dominated; again, the hatred. Over the years, changing constantly, but always revolving around the thought of being Gothic. Again this year, my insights changed; still being Gothic, but then someone new stepped into my life; whenever I looked at her, no matter at what angle, what direction, the boiling hatred instead calmed, I felt enlightened, she, obviously; is Christina, finally when I found that she, too; hated me, I again, went through the process, from depression; to hatred, to Goth. Again, the inspiriational advisor, tells me to return it; the hatred; ..I can't. But if you can not accept me for who I am, and not ask me to change, I'd sooner die than listen, I have strayed from the path I brought forth to walk alone that shall be mine and mine alone, therefore, returning to my path of ethereal hatred, the life shall be mine, the death shall be mine, and most of all, the thoughts shall be mine, having been manipulated, the forks on the road I put forth for myself, so many times, I shall now walk the one.. most dreaded path of my Gothic life., And finally, to those who still misunderstand me; I am not depressed.
Lived by night, death by day, death by love, lived by hate | | |
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