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tunes ive been listening to....
evanescence-my immortal
fiona apple-across the universe
muse-time is running out
portishead-undenied
roads
massive attack-teardrops
finch-what it is to burn
letters to you
perfection through silence
x japan-crucify my love
tears
unfinished
forever love
william brothers-cant cry hard enuf
dream theater-through her eyes
From autumn to ashes-take her to the
music store.
dishwalla-candleburn
karunesh-punjab
solitude
for those who r feelin emo or restless.
think u nid to juz be alone or shit like dat.depressed n shitty.....listen to the set list recommended.itl not make things better but itl juz make u think more bout wat depresses u n thus making things worse....but den again....u like da feeling of being depressed.u say u hate it n want it to go away but den again......if u'd realli ask yerself......im sure u'd love to be alone n think bout things n stuff n how pathetic u r in da situation.ait....watever it is....i hope my mooz list licks yer ear drums good..
differment or deferment....wats da correct spellin?
ok watever it is....im reluctantly differin.....y?no money to continue....had too much brawls wit my mum on money issue already....cant take it.borrowed too much frm frenz already.cant take it.hate da feelin where u noe u owe sumone.cant take it.hate da feelin wen u noe u hav assignments or homework to do.cant take it.losing it.losing every single thing dat i had or hav.
so i differ....got 2 jobs already...but still not confirmed.
their big bosses have yet to c my hair....dreads can b such a nuisance to others most of da times....dey can make big farks go"ooo u cant hav dreads while werkin here coz of safety precautions" or "your hair isnt appropriate for this kinda job".sigh!if singapore were to be musically enchanted.....id already became a musician.no nid da certification n qualifications n all dat crap....juz make a band.....compose good music....play dem decently......n u get well known....get rich.....get fans.....get fame....whoa!got too carried away....but i think tiz a great life as musicians.doin wat u enjoy.....getting wat u've always wanted n wat mostly everyone prays for.
but watever it is....i hope i get either one or both these jobs....ones a bar dee other ones kinda like a cafe n book store....both seems like a nice place to werk....but da bars a strict place as it is more high class n stuff.....startin werk diz sunday...hope all goes swell....
back to my differment.....it keeps on botherin me...coz i dun wanna differ but i hav to.
frenz hav been askin me to continue coz theres like 3weeks more to end of 1st semester n 6more mths to end of my lasalle life....but den again....my situation now seems so farked up....stoopid money.....y m i not rich?
y m i not as lucky as those rich n famous high life luckies who dusnt hav financial problems in their life.
my family was one of dem but den after my parents divorced...my dad took all da savings n invested in a sewing shop for my stepmom....n within weeks...da shop closed down n all money was lost....stoopid dad....stoopid step mom....stoopdid parent farkers of mine!
if u didnt take any of our savings.....we may not be havin problems rite now u muthafaarkin tits suckin 4balled bastards!fark u n i hope u burn u fark sticks!every single big frickin major problem i hav will surely associate wit u!u stoopid dad of mine n dat bitch of stepmom!u make my mum so stress n shitty rite now dat she'd always giv her shit to us 4 frickin children of yers.....fark u dad!i hope ur dick gets scalded by boilin saliva frm yer frickin wife while she gives u yer last blowjob on earth!n u stepmom....i hate u like i hate yer black rat face!u ugly goat of dee earth!il frickin skin u alive n make yer black skin a trenchcoat for da poor.dad, id always ask money frm u for my frickin skool projects coz wen i ask mum she'd say she got no money so i come to u.u quit yer job coz u gave da reason of being a guarantor to yer brother.n now u cant werk coz yer werkplace dunt allow shits like u n all.....bullshit craps u gave me.....i dunno wat to believe n who to trust...if u r farkin lying to me dad....if its frickin possible...one day il chop off yer hand n use it to pull out yer own tongue which i already filleted all yer taste buds n made pop buds.il slice yer fakin throat wit a pencil n scoop out yer eye balls wit a spoon coz u dunt frickin deserve to live freely in diz frickin world!AGH!!!!now coz u cant gimme no frickin money to spend for my skool n u cant giv a fark bout me even though u pretend u do...ive gotta waste my farkin time to differ my skool n national slavery.dad u make me sick u fark head!i wish i had killed u while u were having hot wet sex wit yer wife in batam....n all insurance wud be ours.....n frm den oin me n my family wud be rich.....coz u havent did a single good shit to me since u re married u stoopid dog!u mean nothing to me now.....dee onli thing id resemble u is a disguise n dat is dad.....but deep in my heart....u r a piece of hot shit to me...go to hell dad.n bring along yer horrible lookin wife wit u....both of u are heartless bastards....get lost frm my world!dee onli thing id thank u for dad....is for givin me lyf...thanks i appreciate it.....but den again....u promised me alotta shit since da day i knew how to communicate.....n now yer promises go hollow....fark all of u who likes to make empty promises....if u cant make it...dunt promise....it hurtz alot for da person u promised to.....u make him feel so unimportant to ya.u promised me a fuckin driving license coverage dad!but den again.....u feel dat yer wife is more important n u bought her a farkin expensive phone!u fark head!those 2 bastards livin wit u arent yer sons n u giv them food n shit to live in.......n im here...been starving for weeks coz mum has no farkin money as to wat she claims.n ive been gettin 5 frickin dollars for 4 days now....even lesser den wat i used to get last time...2 dollars per day.mum try to frickin understand!!!!im not a primary skool kid u idiot!i see u givin my other siblings 5 dollars per day n wenever i ask money frm u, u'd say u dun hav enuf......thank u mum!i noe im dee onli one in da family who dusnt pray, who smokes, who drinks, who duz tattoos n piercings, who has inappropiate appearnce n hairstyles.....but dat is wat i like n wat i believe....izzit wrong for sumone to be wat they are....u've been callin me "anak derhaka"(corrupted son) since i was 5 mum!iz this corruption to u mum?iz my beliefs a corruption to u?hav i ever laid my fists on u mum?hav i slapped yer farkin face wenever im mad?hav i ever laid a frickin finger on u dat hurts u?all i did was to do things da way i think its rite.n u go around tellin me dat im not yer son.m i realli not yer son?coz dad said dat wen i was born.....he claimed dat u were farkin around n den i came out......but den dad claimed dat he re-assured himself by checkin my dna n it was slightly proven dat im his son.or maybe i came frm a different womb?n u n da whole frickin family hav diz big secret....n until da day dat im gonna die....u guys are gonna get all emo n tell me da big farkin secret dat im actualli sumone elses child....huh?wat da fark is really happening or happened!?why m i treated differently in diz family?why m i dee onli one who is hyperactivated n stuff whereas my other siblings are intellectual n studious n serious n shit!show me smthg!tell me smthg!anyone!
dats enuf shit...im outta here!
Past Fairytales
enemiko's manifesto - 2007-05-20
pumpkins are related to watermelons - 2006-10-28
four way color coded apparatus - 2006-08-09
Bike skid terror - 2006-07-12
sixsixsix - 2006-06-06