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Wednesday 20 August 2008

The Occasional Bugle of Kuantan Press

Your insignificant little disciple of 16 and a half sits here before a cube of intricate sculpturing of copper, silicone and lead, pressing compressable studs of plastic labelled with black patterns of modern communication symbols, creating long interwined messages of basic form in horizontal arrangement with occasional gaps and patches, preparing a small object of entertainment and hillariousness for my mentor-cum-teacher - thy respected one up there beyond outstretched arms of thy insignificant little deciple of thine.

Having little means of connection besides electronic pulses and radio waves sent first communication on 1:00pm local time using a mechanism so small it can fit in a pocket, yet powerful enough to talk, comunicate and save data and also collect demerit marks at ease. He sends his warmest greetings, at least warm enough to be felt amidst global warming and malaysia's hot sun, and also not to warm as to deplete the little warmth and character left in this inspiration-deprived being. He wishes for your time and attention for a little moment, to analyse through this text, which has been written digitally for your knowledge.

Guess you finally managed to access email. Congrats.


Content Summary:
School = Living Hell

So here your insignificant little disciple signs off for today for he has a long week ahead. It is the school holidays which the government implements, hoping that the students do not re bel and membe lot. It is also what the kind which your insignificant little disciple dwells with which is called FREEDOM. And where waking up after the sun has risen is a cause and not a sign of laziness and where we can dwell for long and lengthy periods of time in front of a square object that emits light, called 'computer screen' and pressing little nodules called 'keyboard' where teachers are not to be seem or heard, but to be used as an object to release all the fustrations stored in WinZip format throughout the year, compiled to weigh 10 Virtual Tonnes. Virtual Tonne = stress.

So reply at your own ease as I am very busy. The magazine is now mine to experiment on and I want to make it a blast for that is what magazines are for. And for you up there, in the heaven or hell called cloud KBU in the section of sky called KL, I wish you the best of life, may God bless you, for you have thought this being, this insignificant little disciple, to work hard, as hard as hard can be, and to cherish life more than life can be cherished, to always be happy and contented with whatever he may be given, or what is given to him to take.

I would like to thank you because you have been my target and pendorong, which I don't have much now. You have been my supporter. One and only [except for me parents and others]. You have helped me so much, I do not know how to return. So i leave you here to do as you wish. I also leave a very simple message. Just follow what it says and your life will never fail you:


HAVE A NICE DAY!

Amen, bye.

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