Went to Friendster to look at my good friend's boyfriend. Haven't been there for a long time. Decided to glance through the bulletin. Had to shake my head at the kind of rubbish people post there, or believe.

"Message: : Message: wHen u aLready sTart reaDing tHis dO'nT sTop or eLse sUmtin baD wiL haPpen... Myname is teddy..i am 7 yrs. Old with blondehair and scary Eyes.I Have no nose or ears?.i am dead.if you do not post this in the next 5minutes,I will appear tonight by your bed with a knife And kill you. this is no joke somethinggood will happen to you 2nite at 9:22.this isnot a joke some1 will call u or will talk to youonline and say I love you.do not break"

This was what was pasted by one of my friends, and since she pasted it, I assumed that she believed in it. Heh.

Aw, c'mon. He has no nose or ears? And he has to put a question mark after 'ears' cuz he doesn't even know if he has them? Scary eyes? You want scary, try Riddick's eyes. Heh. Knife? Oh hey, 7-year-old killer meets 19-year-old female with so much darkness in her she's accepted even by the darkness. Wow. Wanna get a bookie and bet on who will win?

And if he wants to kill me, why will something good happen at 9.22pm tonight? *shakes head*

C'mon. I don't profess to be totally unafraid of death, but I'm not as afraid of it as many others are--just ask Vinod and Hendra how many times I've played with death (and had loads of fun :)) just by crossing a busy road. They'll tell you horror stories of that, or else Hendra will just say, "What's new?"

And then, there's my soul. If it has been dark before, it's darker now, and much more violent...violence that's being honed both physically, and in the soul. These few nights, I've taken to waking up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and then standing before the mirror. Scary? Yeah.

And then I call up this darkness and violence that's in me, and I feel it as a sort of almost-metaphysical thing that reaches both physically and to things that can't be touched.

I've been training my stamina up, and am planning to make a shiv.

But I can--and will--kill with just my bare hands if necessary. I just have to overcome the fear with what's within me, and that's why the training up. I'm at an average right now. I aim to reach for more.

Try me. Perhaps I'll freak out and die. That's always a possibility. Or perhaps you'll meet more than your match for things, and I will break you.

Like Riddick said: "You're not afraid of the dark, are you?"