Listening to : Day That I Die / Good Charlotte
I called my mother
Told her I loved her
I begged her not to cry
I wrote her a letter
I said I'd miss her
And signed that goodbye
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight? (the day that I died)
It sets in, but it's alright (the day that I died)
Darkness falls, I'm letting go (the day that I died)
All alone, but I feel fine (the day that I died) strangely enough, i don't really did like GC lately,
thought predictable was pretty whiny, but i loved the lyrics
GC's great. All their songs have simple, yet realistic meanings in them,
so natural, emotive, a way of expressing human feelings.
but i guess, they've always been pretty good.
it's 11.51 now and i'm writing this sentence.
i'm tired, of everything, tired of:
`dragging myself out of bed every early morning
`walking to the interchange to find i don't have the bus fare
`standing up for assembly each day to sing the national anthem
`waking up to reality every day, i want to live in my dreams
`sharing a seat on the bus with a person
`tripping on my words when i talk to her
sometimes, you just feel tired of life
tired of the people living in it
it's too cumbersome to go on, to move on
maybe for some, their dreams spur them on
whilst others, they just wander forward with aimless purpose
i don't want to be like them,
not an idealist who'll never acheive his dreams
nor a souless being without passion
i just want to live it my way
to walk my own path, not governed by paper, by rules, by authority
sure, authority keeps us in check
paper grades give us the edge in this fast-paced economy.
but think about it, it's so fast our grades will probably..
become null anyway, seeing the pace of study nowadays.
i hate authority. hate people i don't respect boss me around.
don't push me, and i'll listen to you,
i'm not rebellious, i just hate your condescendence
get it into your thick skulls that you can't force respect
i'll still spit on your graves
random rantings _ //
so chua has a big tai ji with his classmate
this bloke named wei y* yeah
he supposedly lashed out at this innocent girl
'cos he felt so deprived and sad that everyone was daoing him
what can i say, if your face sucks, improve your attitude
if your attitude sucks, you better have a really good face to hide it
if both suck, you can just suck shit and die, why?
because honestly no one cares, only your mom and your pet dog
some people just want attention so they do stupid things to get it
like this dude, who sat at a corner sulking
'cos no one wanted to pick him in their group
and when an innocent girl asked him a question
he just bit her head off, congratulations, you made a new enemy
get some 1337 social engineering skills you dickwart
oh, if my dearest readers are wondering why the hell i give a shit
it's because i've met this guy before
Seoul G. at Taka, chua invited us to his class gathering
and this bloke not only fucked our table seating up
(we were there seperately, only together for company)
and he put us on one of his grimy, used tables
like wtf? there was charred meat on the bloody barbequey-thingy
and his half-drunk drink was on the table. totally wtf man
and i hated his face, his shirt, his breath, his smell
gosh. and his attitude.
we were fooling around at our table.. hey we're only guys ok haa
stuffing unfinished food and stuff into the fire ((:
yet he still has to come over and kpkb because it's not polite
wtf man, FUCK OFF i don't even know you and you come and talk cock?
freak show. go and die la.
hope chua arranges the date to whack your face in
then i'll french that girl in front of you and spit on you afterward
kicks,, oh, the kicks that i get.
end of random ramblings _ //
well, this is a pretty long post.
school's tomorrow, but it's the week end
so life gets sweeter i guess. haa
results coming back soon. hopefully none on friday
so i can enjoy my weekend in peace.
it's a constant :
DotA will always have shitholes
so what to do? TAKE THEM DOWN LOR lol-
Gg No Re- t('-' t) hullo nurse.