Wednesday, 23 July 2008

Bullshit

Yup ain't the world full 'o that!

PSYCHOSOCIAL:

I did my time
And I want out
So abusive, fate
It doesn't cut
The soul
Is not so vibrant
The reckoning
The sickening
Back at you
Subversion
Pseudo-sacred
Pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes
Go dig you grave
Then fill
Your mouth with
All the money
You will save
Sinking in
Getting smaller again
Undone
It has begun
I'm not the only one

And the rain
Will kill us all
If we throw ourselves
Against the wall
But no one else
Can see
The preservation
Of the martyr in me

Psychosocial (6x)

Oh, there are cracks
In the road we lay
From when the devil fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new
But would we kill it all
Fate was all we had
Who needs another mess
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes
And say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness
But I'm missing something
I think we're done
I'm not the only one

Fake and defenseless lie
(Psychosocial)
I tried to tell you first
(Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies
Are giving out
(Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing
I can't help
If it's hunting season
Is this what you want
I'm not the only one.

Mag reminded me that escaping into the realm of Slipknot and the fact that they are coming out with a new album, is comforting. What from all the relative fucked-up-ness of real life.

Quoting from Mag and Lin's blog (Lin's post of Thursday 17th July 2008 | 01:37 pm) "Perhaps I just hate conformity.
I hate authority.
And I need a taste of reality.

I think the world is a really nice place. It's just fucking Singapore." (http://physicstys.livejournal.com)

I forgot how to quote oh wow. I am really genii material. But whatever, I feel the EXACT same way seriously.

Apparently my birthday is next friday. I was reminded that my birthday was approaching about 5 days ago and I honestly felt like it was more than a month away before that bout of realisation struck me in the face. Birthdays honestly aren't a big deal. It's not like you remember when you were born and everything and it's not like you had a choice. This day was actually created as ''bath day'' in Victiorian England when the English didn't believe in bathing more than once a year - due to the weather and stuff (but I personally think it was due to a total lack of concern for hygiene - thus the deadly diseases that originated from the country). That's also where the phrase, "Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater" originated from because on that very day (known as ''Birthday'') during either Christmas or a day in the summer solstice, the entire family would bathe, using the same water in a bucket (From a well obviously), starting with the man of the family and then the woman, then the children and finally the baby. The baby, being small and infantile would be put right into the bucket that would by then be all murky from the accumulated dirt of the entire year on the rest of the family members and the baby could obviously not be seen in its murkiness so there was always that fear (maybe this is a slight exaggeration but you get the point) of the baby being thrown out with the bathwater. So yeah! Weird pointless historical info I heard from my cousin.

So anyway, I put my name in for this 'Rock It' thing at ITE College East on the 26th and 27th because I found out we can claim 22 CAS hours for going around 11 hours each day for pointless seminars and random games and bonding sessions and stuff. Since it's literally walkable distance from my house, I am DEFINITELY in (and the whole CAS hour thing) - the extent of human greed overwhelms me! Indeed!!

I eat so much now and I always feel vomitty. I feel messed up. But yes, that is life!

Oh and here's a little something something I tried writing and I can't finish it yet again! HERE:

drown me in the flames. push me into the burning mass. i'm made of plastic anyway. no pain befalls my skin. i have no next-of-kin
poke me with the stokes you use, sheer the skin up off my back, my skin was meant to disintegrate, i'm in this shithole of putrid hate.
it wreaks. the ground the damned dirty ground, yes it wreaks.

over-zealous cheeky fucks, teens in hoodies taking drugs, purgatory's great, should be their only fucking fate.

because oxygen is a drug
19:46