Murder, he wrote
Writing about web page http://www.nydailynews.com//front/story/310320p-265498c.html
OK, I lied about being dead. Being dead helps me in my skulking-around-activities, so I can work on Project-Eliminate-My-Enemies. It's not like anyone even cared. Bastards.
But, ok, forgive me for the divergence.
A doomed Queens man's chilling computer entry led cops to a suspect who allegedly robbed and killed the victim and his sister to finance a return to China, police said yesterday.
So, this guy gets murdered. They catch the murderer, because just before that, he posted a blog entry wondering about his sister's weird boyfriend, who is hanging around his flat for apparently no reason. A short while after he posts his last entry, the boyfriend ties him up, and when he can't find any money, he stabs Simon Ng repeatedly in the chest. And then, a while later, Simon's sister Sharon comes back, and gets stabbed as well.
And the Blog is still up. Really, you can read it here.
And when you read it, it strikes you that the whole thing is completely normal. It's just the blog of a random, mundane, person. Half the articles are on stuff like I'm doing badly on on Japanese class, or about how much hard work it is to clean up. Stuff that we students can all connect to. And then, that final entry.
Today I missed my Japanese class again, since I have gotten a bad throat. I only went to the class once this week, so I am probably so far behind now. I will catch up in the summer tho so no worries hehe. Anyway today has been weird, at 3 some guy ringed the bell. I went down and recognized it was my sister's former boyfriend. He told me he wants to get his fishing poles back. I told him to wait downstair while I get them for him. While I was searching them, he is already in the house. He is still here right now, smoking, walking all around the house with his shoes on which btw I just washed the floor 2 days ago! Hopefully he will leave soon, oh yeah working on the jap report as we speak!
Just non-commital. Just another day. Worrying about homework. Concerned more about his floor, than feeling threatened.
And then he dies.