Dazed, confused, dead to the world and completely insane...

Am currently trying to figure out this message in my hp... '13 tutee'.. can someone please enlighten me? Oh yes... have been receiving SMS 'who's this?' from someone who sent the message thru singtel on-line.. and similar one's from mtnsms... -_- ... it better not be any one of you or I will lao1 you...

Been doing some thinking - when my brain happens to be functioning of course - ... so many times we want to go out and 'do the right thing'... but most of the time we can't due to our inadequacies, circumstance.. or just a lack of time and opportunity... guess right now have been flummexed with lots of these problems.. e.g. friend's family problems, crazed moody ex-s, tonnes of readings, 8am lectures... and not all of them can be pigeon-holed into any of the above categories. Am I making sense here?
Ok. Why not an example... Want to 'do the right thing' and celebrate b'day with one ex-. But don't want to give wrong idea friend warns me. But same friend say don't celebrate she'll get upset. So how? Get caught in bind. Ex- decides to go anal-retentive on me, screams shouts rants and throws mentally-challenged pet dog at me, dog flies out windown and ex- goes hysterical. Take time off to go photostat notes in school library, find out machine not in proper working order. Proceed to vent frustration by banging head many times on glass panel. Many many xerox-ed copies of face shoots out and flies all over photostating room, prompting photostating shop manager to complain to nus admin. I am thrown out of campus forcibly and am unable to complete degree. Weep and wail along side of road near fong seng, get pushed onto main road by irate prata shop owner and get rammed by speeding flat-bed. Flat-bed driver curses and swears and proceeds to drag my bleeding carcass 3 kilometres over to PSA and makes police report. Gruesome picture appears on front page of Straits Times with caption 'NUS student run over in freak accident'. My moment of glory. Ex- turns up funeral not knowing whether to spit on me or weep madly and ends story ala Romeo and freaking Juliet...