wadup, yo? (edited)

First of all, i'd like to thank all the chinese that made this blog happen. You guys did a fantastic job.

While JT spent his teenage years serving Osama Bin Laden as flight attendant, i traded my soul to the devil to save the life of a loved one that died in the end anyways. He said he needed someone to do all his 'dirty' work. Every morning, i wake up in the middle of nowhere, beside my yellow bicycle. It seems that my bicycle has went through hell as it was still steaming with flame. Until one day, my subconscious brings me to a little town called Quantan, or was it Kwantan? Then i found Jesus there and he cast me into the body of a kid. Blahblahblah, and here i am now. My powers suppressed. Till when will my DEVASTATING POWERS be UNLEASHED? That would be a day, you wouldn't want to be in Quantan/Kwantan..

For the record, i was the one who suggested. So i kinda contributed. As a proud member of the Selak Clan and the author of this blog, i humbly welcome all you readers out there.


Yours truly,


-- Selak jer

Inspired, by our very own, Selak Philosopher.