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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Fresh Meat...

I was watching TV (something rather rare) yesterday evening when I saw this Taiwanese variety show interviewing a female writer. The writer wrote a chinese book loosely translated as "God's Blacklist". It's about 7 of the world's most notorious serial killers.

She talked about the book. In the book, she wrote about a killer who was caught. When the police searched his house, they found that almost all his furniture at home were covered with human skin. Damn. It takes a lot of skin to cover even a small coffee table, let alone the fucking sofa.

Another killer was caught for killing 10 people. For his case, it's not about the numbers anymore, it's about what the fuck he did to the bodies. He cut the heads off, impaled them on a stake and used the heads are dartboards. And you know who his victims included? He killed his grandparents, 6 college girls, his mother and her friend. It is said that whenever he passes by a pretty girl, he would, like any guy, wonder how fortunate he would be if he could date the girl. But his next immediate thought would be how the head of the girl would look on a stake.

There's one on a farmer who killed many people. When the cops searched his pig farm, they dug out over 20 bodies. The interesting thing is that this Canadian farmer's farm produces canned pork. So, how's dinner?

The writer, in her book, interviewed several psychiatrists and found out some things or attributes that the killers shared. The killers have all been abused in some way, mentally or physically, when they were young, they all hate the world and they all have suffered head injuries as kids before. She also commented that they all possessed high IQ but have difficulties doing well in school.

To the writer, artists, geniuses and psychopaths are just separated by a fine line. Psychopaths are geniuses and artists who, in some part of their lives, took a wrong turn and committed grave mistakes.

Now let's focus on me. I was abused as a kid. I won't go into details because I don't wanna make this too long. I used to fucking hate the world. I even made enemies with a whole class of students, isolating myself from my classmates. I hit my fucking head in Primary 2, causing me to not be able to remember anything before that and now I have rather short memory. I don't know how much my IQ is, but I almost got into a gifted class. The only thing that stopped me was my dad who woke up late when he was supposed to take me to the admission examination. I was struggling in school, especially in JC.

So you see, I don't know if it's true, but I was displaying traits of a serial killer. Fortunately for me, I haven't make that wrong turn, at least not yet. Like I said in one of my previous entries, it's a miracle how I turned from a guy who thinks he is a bastard, who has very low self-esteem and someone who hates the world to an egoistic, narcissistic and somewhat arrogant prick. I'm not like before, but who knows what the future or my past hold?

You guys should just be thankful I turned out the way I am now. Why? Because if I stayed as an angry guy, detesting the world and everything, your head might just end up in my fucking freezer.

End...

Hanged @ 8:06 PM