Sunday, May 30, 2004
Friday, May 28, 2004
picture courtesy of bigO.com
Wouldn't life just be beautiful if we do exactly what THE MAN tells us to?
We wouldn't have to think.
We will do everything that society and THE MAN expects us to do.
We will be reaching the apex of civilization where everybody's is obedient,law-abiding, complete with the scent of plastic roses and symmetrical centre-parting hair.
We would be writing newspaper columns for the Straits Times.
We would be writing songs about not being average thugs.
But I had to rock and roll.
was rockin' on
7:12 AM and they said..
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Who Stopped The Tape???
Somebody stopped the tape
but who?
Somebody stopped the tape
could it be you?
Did somebody stop the tape?
It can't be true
but somebody did
and I'll find out who....
The essence of convention is broken into pieces
like shards of glasses,hate can be vicious
blind the eyes of one who claims to see
but never in a millenia,can you triumph over me
cause i'm bohemian folk hero,urban Robin Hood
though i blur the line between evil and good
and you still insist on a battle that you always lose
and the war will never end,if that's what you'll choose
my thoughts invade your archaic structure
your morals are like like a corpse and i'm the black vulture
feeding on your carcass and what still remains
pushing the potential boundaries of the human brain
a thousand fingers point at you in disgust
the people have spoken...any thing left to discuss?
Somebody stopped the tape
but who?
Somebody stopped the tape
could it be you?
Did somebody stop the tape?
It can't be true
but somebody did
and I'll find out who....
Some
People Are
MOTHERFUCKERS!!
p.s Pictures of Sports Day might be posted..
Catch Zainal Abidin and his posse of Ninja Muscle dressed in drag/cross dressing.
Shout Out to fellow Ninja Muscle Sensei Ridzal who is being used as guinea pig in
the scientific quest to find the essence of the Ninja Muscle and what makes them so
bloody cool and sets them apart from the rest of the banal population..Visit him at
Tan Tock Seng Hospital Ward 10A Bed 27.
was rockin' on
5:52 AM and they said..
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Ego is a penis
caught in a cobweb of contradictions
you are a fly
and you prey on my grandiose ambitions
building castles in the sky.
where i live
you do not have a home neither a house
banished from my heart
and your goodwill i denounce.
beyond the stoic dry sky
i eyeball the jealous eyes of venus
and if your posssesion of it you deny
then ego could be a penis.
how could you say
it was said before by someone who said it once
my intellect's charred to death by the burning lies of a thousand suns
Oh! How you burn me...
And i look into the mirror,and i've seen enough
to admit that i'm spiritually ugly and physically heinous
and amidst your prancing and dancing and unjustified self-love
you grew an ego..yes..you grew a penis.
"hah! guys always like that! ego!! don't want to lose! EGO!!!! menyik menyik menyik.....(fades into incomprehensible gibberish)"
I start or engage in an argument to win and to assert my opinions and viewpoints onto others. Therefore it is only realistic that i should potray a desire to admit to wanting to win the argument.However,females of the species tend to use the word "ego" just after they lose an argument as pointed out in the staement above.And they use it fucking excessively. one might also notice that the way they use the word "ego",it might sem that being egotistical is a trait possesed by men only. hence the analogy "ego is a penis".
was rockin' on
3:24 AM and they said..
My fault
Thank God I Found You like Joe sang to Mariah
setting my soul on fire with a burning desire
but cupid came and pissed on the flame
evry problem from then on,i took the blame
i think of it properly and thought of it thoroughly
you and your girlfrens always made fun of me
of how i look and the way i dress
and the what i talk,how it dont make sense
tolerated your bullshit far too long
got bored one day and wrote this song
treat it like a middle finger in your face
revenge served cold is the sweetest taste
cos i cried for days and this is my salvation
waiting for friday the 13th to morph into jason
chase you with a knife,better yet machete
is the wettest of wet dreams to make my day
i think of the days when u were mine
i could have murdered u then but it'd be a crime
reflecting on it,it wasnt a waste of time
cos i need the darkness to apppreciate sunshine
my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
sick off all the blame
my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
u will never change
men are from mars,women are from venus
because of you,i wana get rid of my penis
my lust for love and life stuck in the gutter
and u claim to be my significant other
making my decisions,dabbling in my choices
drowning out my thoughts in your multiple voices
u claim to be a feminist and said that i'm sexist
and u think the whole world rotates on your axis
cos i'm the anti-hero to flatten your ego
using my mental torture powers just like cerebro
and i'd like to proclaim that chivalry's dead
Oprah Winfrey caressed and then chopped of its head
it aint a battle of the sexes,its now a war
when u packed my bags and shoved it out the door
and u left my ego bruised and sore
i'll tell u this,i wont take it no more
my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
sick off all the blame
my fault,u say its my fault
always my fault,my fault,my fault
u will never change
then i found true love from the heavens above
with the voice of an angel and fairness of a dove
she taught me the true path and lead me there
in the words of JJ "be there or be square"
i looked in her eyes and i noe she cares
she lifted me out of my own despair
and i promised to her i'll always be here
a shoulder to cry on,i'll wipe every tear
one day we went out to have lunch
i wanted kfc,she wanted delifrance
and she said she'd have her way or else
then she digressed to how i'll burn in hell
for not following her path of goodness and light
and this is the prelude to another fight
another quarrel and it's all the same
bah! humbug..they'll never change
(whatever i say,take with a pinch of salt
cos if it aint yours,then it's my fault)
the above is a song entry which i wrote and i am going to perfrom at a local hip hop gig called platform 4. in a nutshell,it is the anti-thesis of the spice girls "girl power" gimmick and all that whateverposhspiceisbeingcheatedonsportyisnowfat. it basically narrates and looks at the perspective of men who feel trapped relationship in a relationship with a bossy partner.this song is just the articulation of my thoughts on love and companionship.it does not in any way represent my gender (though i have an inkling most of them will bloody agree with my viewpoint).
signing off,
the Pemusnah Harapan Bangsa
Our Version of "Talk to my hand"
courtesy of somethingawful.com
was rockin' on
6:55 AM and they said..
