Friday, October 19, 2007

Teenagers

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies on the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
Cause they got methods
Of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip off your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me

Grinning Goat at 10/19/2007 11:52:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Nope

I hate people smoking in public places. And I consider the corridor of my apartment a PUBLIC SPACE.

I can't see why I should potentially die from a lung disease just because people are itchy-mouthed and find shoving tar down their windpipe such joy and pleasure.

Nope, I can't see why at all.

Maybe someone should burn down the cigarette factory.

Grinning Goat at 10/19/2007 01:53:00 AM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Monday, October 15, 2007

Murderous intent

I've been having this splitting headache since two days ago. Migraine. Obviously the half of my brain is pretty traitorous.

I was happily minding my own business on the bus when this idiot started singing LOUDLY. Some stupid song that resembled a metal song. Resembled, because with the moron singing it, who could tell?


With my headache and now added on top of it, this idiot's imposition of his musical taste (which obviously is anything but tasteful) on me, it really was high ground for my cranium to overload on treason and distaste and explode.

And I couldn't well stare at him because it would have started a gang war, except that it wouldn't have been a gang war because I have no gang to speak of so it's just going to be me getting beaten up.

Grinning Goat at 10/15/2007 10:52:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

In desperate need of intubation

I came late to the lecture theater the other day so I didn't sit at my usual spot. Instead I sat at the only empty seat I could find, which was beside this guy, this guy who I'd come to realize was a fire breathing dragon (minus the dragon and the fire).

That left him with only the NOSTRILS. Yes the nostrils with a set of powerful lungs.

It was one of those uncannily deep and rapid and annoyingly LOUD breaths every stalker is aspiring to have.

The problem is it distracted me throughout the lecture and I couldn't well turn my head and told him to stop breathing, could I?

What's wrong with this guy, is he asthmatic?

Seriously, DOES HE NEED SO MUCH OXYGEN?

Grinning Goat at 10/09/2007 08:42:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Friday, October 05, 2007

Hoo Hum

I am the Singapore idol idle.

R: What singapore idol are you talking about? Season 3 ah
MY: no, ross. You. You're the singapore idle
R: huh?
MY: I.D.L.E

Grinning Goat at 10/05/2007 10:12:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Pantat-ness

MY: Eh you're going out today ah?
J: Why, I look good today ah?
MY: You look dressed up
Regina: Eh I'm also going out today
R: But you look normal leh regina
MY: Ross ah, you're not going out everyday right?

Grinning Goat at 10/05/2007 09:59:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Well

Well it's been a while.

There was this creepy test. A test with negative marking -which makes it possible to incur a grade debt- left in me such sensation of dread and trepidation it was a horror to learn the subject itself.

Actually a lot happened this week but what I remembered most clearly is this: upon seeing that the underside of my bag is pink Regina accused me of SECRETLY loving pink.

Grinning Goat at 10/02/2007 08:58:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}