its a fucked up world and a fucked up place
everybody's judged by their fucked up race
fucked up dreams, fucked up life
fucked up exo with a fucked up knife
fucked up mums, fucked up dads
n its fucked up me exo wants to fucked up stab
fucked up school, fucked up day
"it aint fucked up" ? well i say "nay"
losta stuff. hold in there.
my mind is my soul. my soul currently resides in a room. and in this room there are countless tripwires... each a symbol of the stressed out nature of various facets of myself. when they break its not going to be pretty. break one, n its bye bye emotions. break another, n its tata self-control. break yet another one, n its so long schoolwork. break an additional one, and its farewell normality. but the one trip wire which is duplicated everywhere... lying across every path i have... blocking every step i take... is the one which represents the vagaries of my heart. absolutely stupid organ that it is. the source of all my worries.
very strange analogy i admit. watever.
moving on to slightly less weird things:
first of all: forgot something that came across as quite scary on tuesday.
was sitting n talking to char n cindy.... talk turned to "why guys are so hard to like" (courtesy of Cindy). and get this: both Char n Cindy figure im hard to like coz im too much of a friend. charine said im a very decent guy. n they were both generally of the opinion that i was just too good a friend to be interested in. this is TERRIBLE! i mean not that i wanna get together with char OR cindy (no offence... nothing wrong with either of u) but still! whatever. its all really quite sad.
WEDNESDAY:
walked the dogs with mar!!! very very VERY strange. both Rusty n Max have turned out to be almost EXACTLY the same as how i dreamt them. its really quite freaky. rusty is skinnier than max n a sorta whiteish colour, n max is a stately dame so to speak. thats precisely how i dreamt them. mar's grandma isnt quite the same tho. but close. just that she's taller. anyhow.... went with mar n the dogs to the botanic gardens. i ended up with Rusty... which made me nervous at first but i LIKE her! she's not as freaky as i expected... thank God (coz i was expecting a VERY freaky dog). hell i didnt even bleed or anything! i was expecting to leave mar's place with skin hanging off me n my bag torn to shreds. but no. thankfully :D
anyhow rusty is strong! n she walks way weird.
*thanks mar. enjoyed walking 'em with u. any time u wanna do it again (now THERE'S a loaded sentence :D ) lemme noe*
after that hung arnd n waited for mar coz for some reason i cldnt stay in her place while she showered. even her mum was like "huh isnt he waiting for u?" or something. like i wont peek on u mar!!! sheesh :D ----speaking of mar's mum: she called me timmy! like completely outta the blue! im not complaining (in fact i like friendliness). it was just a lil strange----
so anw. waited for mar... went to KFC with her n Victor. why u ask? coz i was going for NIGHT STUDY! yes night study. yeah yeah i KNOW i've dissed it (like DUH i noe i've dissed it) but mar asked me to go. so i started thinking abt it. n i thot oh hell i'll ask my dad n see wat he says. so i asked and Lo and Behold he said ok. so far be it from me to throw away an opportunity (just like Mister Cavour i seize opportunities :D ) so i went.
it wasnt too bad! k sure i spent the whole night making faces with mar ( u have the WEIRDEST way of miming death by being shot man. the WEIRDEST. keep it up :D ) and waving fingers with Vic. but i DID leave the session with a forteen point outline for Jean Yeow. so it wasnt a total waste.
and since i've finished with WEDNESDAY, i suppose i better move on to
THURDSAY
nothing much. the end.
:D k so there was slightly more than that.
lemme see.... y'noe i really cant remember wat happened that was significant enough. so i'll leave this bit alone. oh yeah played volleyball after school with mar, cher and victor. that was like the most significant part of the day. oh yeah i got 10 points out of 14 right. thats pretty good :D
now that i've documented the last coupla days, maybe i can talk abt some other things.
first off: i've decided that i dont give a fuck if i offend people who're reading this blog. free will still stands ya'll. click "BACK" if u dont like what ur seeing.
now that i've established that: as USUAL i'm going thru the WHOLE BLOODY FUCKING CYCLE AGAIN. its FUCKING IRRITATING. as the most advanced and civilized beings on this planet mankind shld not be subject to the vagaries of the human heart. coz its an absolutely USELESS thing. i tell u my mind is FUCKED half the time.
thats abt all i have for tonight. really tired.
OH YEAH!! ALMOST FORGOT! I GOT MY GRADE EIGHT FOR GUITAR!!! results just came in last night. n its FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!!!! i got 90% for two pieces and 80% for the remaining one. marks like that at grade 8 are virtually unheard of. so i now have (lemme gloat n boast a while :D ) three grade 8s. one for drama, one for piano n one for guitar. not bad for a 17 year old! :D
i'll leave ya'll with this:
"One Armed Scissor"
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails
In the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the
Oxygen tanks
They hibernate
But have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx
It has access now
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away
Banked on memory
Mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery
Sputnik sicklese found in the seats
Self-destruct sequence
This station is non-operational
Species growing
Bubbles in an IV loitering
Unknown origin
Is this the comfort of being afraid
Solar eclipsed
Black out the vultures
As they wait
Unknown, unknown
Unknown, unknown, yeah
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away
Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember [x3]
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
cut away, cut away
cut away, cut away [x2]
----At the Drive In----
good song. gnite.
everybody's judged by their fucked up race
fucked up dreams, fucked up life
fucked up exo with a fucked up knife
fucked up mums, fucked up dads
n its fucked up me exo wants to fucked up stab
fucked up school, fucked up day
"it aint fucked up" ? well i say "nay"
losta stuff. hold in there.
my mind is my soul. my soul currently resides in a room. and in this room there are countless tripwires... each a symbol of the stressed out nature of various facets of myself. when they break its not going to be pretty. break one, n its bye bye emotions. break another, n its tata self-control. break yet another one, n its so long schoolwork. break an additional one, and its farewell normality. but the one trip wire which is duplicated everywhere... lying across every path i have... blocking every step i take... is the one which represents the vagaries of my heart. absolutely stupid organ that it is. the source of all my worries.
very strange analogy i admit. watever.
moving on to slightly less weird things:
first of all: forgot something that came across as quite scary on tuesday.
was sitting n talking to char n cindy.... talk turned to "why guys are so hard to like" (courtesy of Cindy). and get this: both Char n Cindy figure im hard to like coz im too much of a friend. charine said im a very decent guy. n they were both generally of the opinion that i was just too good a friend to be interested in. this is TERRIBLE! i mean not that i wanna get together with char OR cindy (no offence... nothing wrong with either of u) but still! whatever. its all really quite sad.
WEDNESDAY:
walked the dogs with mar!!! very very VERY strange. both Rusty n Max have turned out to be almost EXACTLY the same as how i dreamt them. its really quite freaky. rusty is skinnier than max n a sorta whiteish colour, n max is a stately dame so to speak. thats precisely how i dreamt them. mar's grandma isnt quite the same tho. but close. just that she's taller. anyhow.... went with mar n the dogs to the botanic gardens. i ended up with Rusty... which made me nervous at first but i LIKE her! she's not as freaky as i expected... thank God (coz i was expecting a VERY freaky dog). hell i didnt even bleed or anything! i was expecting to leave mar's place with skin hanging off me n my bag torn to shreds. but no. thankfully :D
anyhow rusty is strong! n she walks way weird.
*thanks mar. enjoyed walking 'em with u. any time u wanna do it again (now THERE'S a loaded sentence :D ) lemme noe*
after that hung arnd n waited for mar coz for some reason i cldnt stay in her place while she showered. even her mum was like "huh isnt he waiting for u?" or something. like i wont peek on u mar!!! sheesh :D ----speaking of mar's mum: she called me timmy! like completely outta the blue! im not complaining (in fact i like friendliness). it was just a lil strange----
so anw. waited for mar... went to KFC with her n Victor. why u ask? coz i was going for NIGHT STUDY! yes night study. yeah yeah i KNOW i've dissed it (like DUH i noe i've dissed it) but mar asked me to go. so i started thinking abt it. n i thot oh hell i'll ask my dad n see wat he says. so i asked and Lo and Behold he said ok. so far be it from me to throw away an opportunity (just like Mister Cavour i seize opportunities :D ) so i went.
it wasnt too bad! k sure i spent the whole night making faces with mar ( u have the WEIRDEST way of miming death by being shot man. the WEIRDEST. keep it up :D ) and waving fingers with Vic. but i DID leave the session with a forteen point outline for Jean Yeow. so it wasnt a total waste.
and since i've finished with WEDNESDAY, i suppose i better move on to
THURDSAY
nothing much. the end.
:D k so there was slightly more than that.
lemme see.... y'noe i really cant remember wat happened that was significant enough. so i'll leave this bit alone. oh yeah played volleyball after school with mar, cher and victor. that was like the most significant part of the day. oh yeah i got 10 points out of 14 right. thats pretty good :D
now that i've documented the last coupla days, maybe i can talk abt some other things.
first off: i've decided that i dont give a fuck if i offend people who're reading this blog. free will still stands ya'll. click "BACK" if u dont like what ur seeing.
now that i've established that: as USUAL i'm going thru the WHOLE BLOODY FUCKING CYCLE AGAIN. its FUCKING IRRITATING. as the most advanced and civilized beings on this planet mankind shld not be subject to the vagaries of the human heart. coz its an absolutely USELESS thing. i tell u my mind is FUCKED half the time.
thats abt all i have for tonight. really tired.
OH YEAH!! ALMOST FORGOT! I GOT MY GRADE EIGHT FOR GUITAR!!! results just came in last night. n its FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!!!! i got 90% for two pieces and 80% for the remaining one. marks like that at grade 8 are virtually unheard of. so i now have (lemme gloat n boast a while :D ) three grade 8s. one for drama, one for piano n one for guitar. not bad for a 17 year old! :D
i'll leave ya'll with this:
"One Armed Scissor"
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails
In the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the
Oxygen tanks
They hibernate
But have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx
It has access now
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away
Banked on memory
Mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery
Sputnik sicklese found in the seats
Self-destruct sequence
This station is non-operational
Species growing
Bubbles in an IV loitering
Unknown origin
Is this the comfort of being afraid
Solar eclipsed
Black out the vultures
As they wait
Unknown, unknown
Unknown, unknown, yeah
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away
Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember [x3]
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
cut away, cut away
cut away, cut away [x2]
----At the Drive In----
good song. gnite.
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