LOL.
MY.
OWN.
BLOGSKIN.
-fail-
i dont know how make / edit.
i do one hour still fail.
oh well lol.
<3.

ANYWAY
THIS.
CREDITED TO.
SAMANTHA<3
this is her blogskin, i just changed image lol.
thanks k <3.
lol.
we jammed this on saturday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIRA <3.


its my first time screaming.
lol.
now im the screamer of the band.
hear the.
"HAND OF BLOOD" part lul.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIRA <3.
THE AMERICAN DREAM

A short chapter.
CHAPTER 3 - DAMN.

DON Mazzo walked across the street, heading for the grocery store. He was already 62, about time he stepped down. Mazzo sighed to himself. he has been don for almost 23 years, survived countless hits, and now, after all of that, his only son is too young to take his spot. He stepped into the grocery shop.
"Al, welcome in. You want some of the apples?" The shopkeeper asked, with a smile.
"Oh yea, get me a bag of apples." Mazzo said, as he took a seat. 2 blocks down, Jacky, Toni and Kelvin were headed to meet the Don, after Frankie managed to get information that a possible hit on the don would happen today.

A black car parked in the alley beside the grocery shop. Two men stepped out from each side, with their hands in their overcoats. They walked towards the grocery store.
"There! those guys! god damn!" Toni shouted, pointing towards the four men heading towards the grocery store. Kelvin hit the breaks, and they quickly sprinted towards the four men. The don watched as his sons ran towards him, guns drawn. Something was wrong. The four men appeared from the window, and they unleashed their tommyguns. The bullets sprayed through the windows, straight into the Don's body. From behind, Toni shot down two of the men, while Jacky dealt with the other two. Jacky rushed into the grocery store, while Kelvin and Toni stood guard outside.
"Papa, Papa, wake up!" Jacky shook the don's body. He looked to the shopkeeper, and ordered him to get the ambulance. More gunshots came through the grocery shops' windows. Toni and Kelvin ran inside.
"We gotta go!" Toni screamed to Jacky.
"What? and leave pops here to die? what kind of a son are you, mother fucker?" Jacky shouted back.
"If we dont leave, then the don's only sons will die as well. You want that to happen?" Toni countered back. Al, with whatever remaining life he still has left, pointed towards the backdoor, gesturing for them to run. Jacky looked towards his two brothers. He wasnt about to leave his father here to die. He did'nt know what to do. Finally, he took off and ran into the backdoor, followed by the two other boys. From behind, they heard more gunfire.

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[[i know, i know, chapter 1 sucked. Whatever. ]]

THE AMERICAN DREAM

CHAPTER 2 - THE FLOWER SHOP.

"There it is, park beside that bar." Jacky pointed towards the bar on the left. The car pulled to a stop, one block down the road. The three men got out, and proceeded towards the bar. The bar was jammed packed with people, but, its not that hard looking for a Mazzo made man. Soon enough, they were able to spot a man sitting at the end of the room, wearing a very neat suit. The three men headed towards the man. Upon reaching his table, Jacky spoke up.
"You Frankie, no?" The man looked up, and then laughed hysterically.
"So you're the punks that were suppose' to meet me? HAHAHAHA" Frankie chuckled. Toni looked towards the man, then he said, "We ain't no punks."
Frankie stared Toni in the eyes.
"Right right, take a seat." Frankie gestured over to the seats. After everyone has settled down, Frankie picked up his cup of coffee and begun drinking in.
"So here's the deal, the don sent' us here," Kelvin spoke. Frankie spit his coffee out, straight onto the table. He stared towards Kelvin, then pointed towards the backdoor. The four men went inside, and then went to a table.
"Christ you want to get us killed, kid? Dont ever, EVER, talk about Cosa Nostra in public. Jesus. No wonder you need street smarts. seesh," Frankie said. Kelvin looked to his brother, then back at Frankie. " Well then sorry."
"Right alright, lets get this shit started. There's a flower shop down the road, and its ran by the Felucia's. We're going to talk to the owner, get it back from those shitholes," Frankie chuckled, then gestured the men to follow him. They headed outside, straight for the flower shop. They stopped near a traffic light, just across the flower shop.
"Now look here kid, watcha' gotta' do inside, go talk to the owner. See if you can get him to pay us da' protection money. If not, apply a lil' bit of pressure. It'll do the trick. Oh but first, take out the Felucia's guards," Frankie told the men, looking into the shop. The three men walked over to the flower shop. They headed straight for the man behind the cashier. Toni grabbed the man by the neck, and asked him.
"Imma' be askin' you politely, pay us the money, we'll protect this joint."
The shop owner looked towards Toni, "no, fuck you."
Toni shuved the man to the floor. Jacky picked up the cash register and threw it to the floor. The cash register broke, leaving it in peices.
"Now, this is the last fuckin' time. Pay us the money," Toni asked.
"Alright alright, i'll pay, i'll pay!" The shop owner said, tears coming out of his cheeks.
Kelvin walked into the backdoor, straight into the Felucia's racket. He grabbed the Felucia's guard's head, and rammed it against the wall. The guard fell over, knocked out. He looked towards the boss, and shouted over to him.
"Want something like that to happen to this place? Give us the fuckin' protection fee, we'll make sure it dosent happen."
"Alright, just take it and leave!" The boss shouted. Kelvin smiled. Frankie came in from the front door.
"Holy fuck, you guys already wrapped up the place? Christ," Frankie laughed, then continued, "So thats our way of livin'. Easy cash, easy girls, easy job."
EHEHE.
THE FIRST CHAPTER IS DONE.

<3.
Its not as good as the kyawnicles.
Its hard to write as a mafia, capiche?
THE AMERICAN DREAM

CHAPTER 1 - DEATH BEFORE HIS EYES.

AL'S CAFE - 1939

TOMMY Cicci sat with his 2 sons, and simply waited for him. Soon enough, the man walked into the cafe. Tommy walked up to him, and kissed his right hand.
"Don Mazzo," Tommy spoke.
"Take a seat, Tom." Alphonose Mazzo instructed Tommy. They sat down on a table, just right beside Tommy's two sons.
"Here's the thing don, our rackets' down in Brooklyn just got raided by the cops. They've raided 2 of our gambling rackets." Tommy said softly to the Don.
"Christ, these cops these days. They're getting smarter every fockin' day." Al said as he sipped his coffee. Brooklyn was an important area to the family, alot more important to him. Before Tom could speak again, Rocco Mercetti burst into the room, and looked towards the two men.
"Shit! Somethin's happened!" Rocco shouted. The don turned his head over to Rocco.
"Don, The Carminati's got your son!" Rocco said again. This time the don stood up.
"Holy fockin' christ! fock' those bastards. My son is only fockin' 13. God damn it." Al slammed the table, and looked towards Tommy. "Christ, Tommy, go get Sonny-"
"No, I'll go deal with the Carminati's." Tommy stood up, and quickly headed for the door. Tom ran out of the cafe, straight for his car. Before he reached his car, two men came from behind, and opened fire with their Tommy Guns. The bullets sprayed into Tommy's body, ripping the flesh out of the body. Tommy was already dead before the 5th shot hit him. The two men did'nt stop firing until their 50-bullet clip finished. Tommy's lifeless body fell to the floor, covered in a pool of blood.
"Christ, the hell is going outside?" Al shouted, as he moved to the door. Sonny, the capo de tutti capi, or simply the underboss, quickly ran into the cafe before Al could move out. He held the don's head close to his mouth, and mumbled out a few sentences in Italian. Al froze on the spot. After a few moments, he nodded his head. Sonny took out his Snubnose .36, and aimed it towards Rocco.
"Fockin' Christ, we trusted you, and this is the shit you do to us, huh Rocky?" Sonny shouted.
"Wha... Whaddafock' did i do?" Rocco stumbled back, horrified.
"Fuck you." Sonny said as he pulled the trigger. The bullet entered the skull, and left from the back. Rocco fell to the floor, dead.
"Fuck all these rats. Don, your son was never kidnapped. Just a fockin' plot to kill, but it looks like Tom took the hit." Sonny said, as he spitted onto Rocco's body. From outside, an enforcer ran into the cafe, and screamed, "The Consigliere is dead! The Consigliere is dead!"
Al looked to Sonny, and then to the two Cicci sons. Their mother died 3 years ago, and now their dad is dead outside.
"Come on, we gotta get the fock' out of here." Sonny told Al, as he gestured to the back door. Al wasnt about to leave yet. He turned his attention to the two Cicci sons.
"I know you're angry, save it. Follow me, and i will give you the chance to exact revenge on the man that killed your father." Al said.
The two Cicci sons looked towards each other, tears falling down their cheeks. The older brother, Toni, and the younger brother, Kelvin, both nodded to each other. They followed the men through the backdoor, and headed into the car. The cars quickly took off, back to the Mazzo Compound.


MAZZO COMPOUND, 1952

"It has been 13 years since i adopted the two of you, and my age is catching up is with me. Now, you two, and my son Jacky, go meet up with Frankie. He's in Manhatten, in a bar called 'Charlie's'. He'll teach you a few street rules before you three are ready to be officially in the famiglia. Now go my sons." Al said as he coughed into his hands. Jacky, Toni, and Kelvin all looked at each other. Jacky was 21, Toni is 24, while Kelvin's 19. They survived the war together, became the best of friends, and now taking on the rest of their lives. From this day forward, Toni knew, he was going to be in a world of trouble. He's going into the Cosa Nostra. He only had one goal in mind -
Fuck the man who killed my father.
k sup dudz.
i have to rush this post.
meeting with sithu later at 8.15

k anyways, im back in singapore.
<3I'll talk to you soon, capiche?

Anyway i have to keep this post short.

Im going to start on a new novel.
:D.
This time its not going to be funny, its alot more serious then that kyawnicles.
I call this book.

The American Dream
You heard it, the american dream. Based in 1950s, its about this kid growing up into the mafia business. Highly entertaining. Imma already done with chapter one. Im going to post it on the blog rather then print it out. Its going to be epic k. Please note that this is MY story, and no copying is allowed, unless i give the thumbs up. This is purely PG13, There's going to be loads of vulgars, but i'll try my best to keep it to a minimum. I was inspired by the game, The Godfather : Mob Wars. Anyway, I'll write a chapter every one - day, or maybe two, or even three. It takes time to do a story.


Okay anyway, imma be running off to school now.
contact me on the phone if you need my assistance.
I'll channel you over to the waiting line till further notice.
luvluv.
K guys.

I'll be off to malaysia tomorrow till sunday.

Till then,

ttyl :D
Yooooo sup dudz ,<3

Juz to tell u.
I will be set on.
MIA
Status until further notice. I busy mapling lul.

<3.
Anyway i've left habbo.
<3.

so yea, i'll probably post when people wants me to post, or every week update.


IM GOING TO MALAYSIA ON THURSDAY K
i'll be back just nice for auditions.

k sup dudz.

First off,
Jolene, the picture is off.
Michelle,
where's the link ?

k.
sup.
Im getting my new modem today, 6mbps ftw!!!!
Im going to bugis to get it, along the way go lan.
:X.

YEHHHHHH<3.
oh and if you play maple.
Bootes.
add me.
MaskedApple
i just started palying again k.
my account got banned 3 times. now i start again k.
LOL.
NEW SONG.


WE R FIGHTIN DREMAS
TAKAMI WA MEZASHITE
FIGHTIN DREMAS
NARAIFURI KAMAWAZU
FIGHTIN DREMAS
SHIN JURI KA MAMANI
ONLYONLYONLY OH.


!!
Nice k.
and i can sing the song.
i go memorise LOL.

REMOVED DUE TO UNFORSEEN CIRCUMSTANCES.

Sigh so bored.

Came back from literature acting training thingie.
got mediacorp actor come teach k.
quite fun la.
but i frooooze my asssss offfffff.
anyway.
TODAY;S GOING TO BE BORING.

Sooner, or later, I'll post jamming @ school pictures.
and some cool pictures me and wira did.
kthxbai<3
Spammers these days.
are f- awesome.
-directed to the one that spam kerene's blog-

Not that i want to fight with anyone, but i just realised something.
I've been around people's blog and well of course, seen alot of different spammers.
But ever since late, dont you ever feel that these stupid spammers are getting dumber?
i mean. Look at their language. Do they even know whats a dictionary?
sigh. Want to mix hokkien also fail epicly.
Just imagine, i think even Micheal Jackson speaking chinese can own their ass.
Spammers these days, tsk.

Anyway i did this cuz i was bored.
Anyway, kerene is relinked<3.
Wooooow 2e1.
Bazaar rocked today! :D.
WE HAD 4 BLOODY STATIONS.
4 GAMES.
ONLY 1 WORKED, THE XBOX.
<3.

Today's so awesomely shiok la.
i Mean, we earn less then a hundred.
Last year's idea was shit as well, but at least we hit 200+ .
me and wira should have been put incharge again.
Its not that im hitting on the comittee now, they're awesome but,
2/3 members arent in singapore.
1/4 of the class is off at Timbaktu.
So congratulations 2E1, today was epic.
maybe we can all go suck shit together some other time.
<3
Forget about the lame game i made for the class party in school.
Forget the rain at our class party.
Forget about the failure video last year.
This.
Is.
Shit.


EDIT - @ 5.36 PM.
just to add more salt in the wound or whatever, Other classes came back daily to help out with the stall.
Us ? What shit. On the day itself and a few hours on the day before that.
Just look at 2e2, how much shit they put in.

Jizzing In My Pants.Uhm yea yo hai.
Daily update , my 120+ post. lazy go count.:D.
k, i got nothing to type.
oh yes.
Wira, This Calling is crazy.
<3.


lol hai.
;D>
ling, you are relinged.


AND SHIKIN.
SHE R TALKING ABOUT PIC WHERE GOT WORDSK .

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Getting Squashhhhhhed