They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in 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 up 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
Ohhh yeah!
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
All together now!
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
[x2]
- Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
attached to my pens. ALL my pens, especially the one that I
use the most often. Why do I say this. Because out of the tens of
pens and pencils I have in my pencil box, I only use one
productively. The rest are just there for the sake of being there.
Or, because I'm too lazy to throw out a dried up pen. Anyway,
all my pens have my initials 'M.C.' written on them. It's a
distinguishing factor ok! I mean, my stuff are always all over the
place, and the whole class tends to have a few pens that are the
same. So.. to prevent my beloved pens from getting lost among
the common pens. Tadah, my brilliant idea. Anyway. Yes, I
really am emotionally attached to my pens. If I lose the pen I
use, I will halt all work and look for it. And if I can't find it, well
there's at least a day mourning for it. And how do I mourn for
it? Well, of course, I ignore all the homework begging for me to
fill up the empty spaces. I do have to use a pen you see. And if I
can't use my favourite pen then too bad, I'm not using any
other. And I like my pens really old and worn and faded
letterings on it with my bite marks and the smell of my saliva
since I bite my pen. Heh. Everybody should cherish their pens.
Well, I guess its not too bad being my pen.
Ok, other than that wierd emotional attachment to my pens, I
am feeling kinda emo / angsty / pissed. Or rather, I'm just
pissed at the people in this world who get in my way. In general
daily life, you would be surprised to find how many there are.
Hell, a trip to a shopping mall would make me riled up at at
least tens of people. Hmm lets see why I'm so angry. I'm angry
because these people walk so slowly and block the entire
pathway, I can't walk at my normal pace. Dudesss if your life is
a waiting game, at least don't make it a necessity for those who
don't wish to play this game participate in it. I hate waiting for
these people. It irks me that I have to slow down my pace. Like
really badly. So when I get agitated, what do I do, I walk faster!
Great glorious vicious cycle. So what do I do. Very politely, with
a strained politeness in my voice, tell them to piss off in a
most courteous manner I can muster. Well, and half the time
they look at me blankly. Hah. So now they are not just slow in
walking, they are slow-witted to. GREAT. And yeah great, I just
get more pissed and I push past them. Idiots. I'm sorry man.
But don't expect me to wait for you. Yeah, I was just wondering
what I would be like when I drive. Here's hoping I won't kill
someone.
Oh yes, but there is someone I would like to kill and that's my
freaking arsehole of a neighbour. That shitty, snobbish woman
who slams the door at my mom, thinks my brother is some
monster and it will be beneath her to get into the lift with him,
and whose obnoxious nephew calls my mom fat. Its just too bad
I hadn't gotten the chance to be in the lift with her yet. Well,
so I was just thinking. When I see her in the lift, I'll press
every single floor. YES. All 21 storeys. And I'll wait inside and
see her reaction. Hah. I'll just laugh. But see I was just thinking,
while trying to refine this, that maybe she'll get out of the lift.
But I thought of something else! I'll just follow her and get into
the next lift with her and press every single button. Heh. Maybe
she might decide to climb up. And pant all the way up. Then,
I'll get out of the lift and take the other lift up. And reach the
21st storey before her. AND wait for her to come up all panting
and all and laugh really really really really really loudly at her.
Oh, and I'll slam the door in her face. Right there and then. Not
once, not twice, maybe ten times. Just for the fun. Beat her
sorry little ass into her hermit hole. Hah, sorry, she probably is
anything but small.
Oh, and as for her obnoxious nephew, I'll probably call him
names. Who cares if he is just a young boy. I don't care.
And just so you know, wonder how they tormented their maid
till she jumped down the flat. And I'm not kidding. Well, I
understand. Having such an obnoxious employee. I hope she's
haunted her whole life.
Back to the shopping malls. Stupid stupid stupid Lot 1 relocated
the food court to the 4th floor. Stupid. This means I have to
take the escalator at least 4 - 5 floors up since my dad usually
drives there or wait for the lift. Idiots. Wasn't it perfectly good
at the basement. Didn't even need to climb up. I know, I'm
such a lazy ass. But, I think the general rest of Singapore are
lazy asses as well, who would rather have the food court at
basement 1 than at level 4. I'm sorry we don't want to exercise
in the shopping mall. But lest you forget, the reason why we go
to the food court in the first place is cos we are HUNGRY. And
HUNGRY people don't generally do much exercises.
The only good thing was probably James McAvoy. God do I love
him. He is a brilliant actor. Watched the sleepfest of the first
Narnia for him. And I missed the best part for him. Doesn't
matter, at least I watched some of his parts. He was fantastic
in Atonement, subtle yet powerful :D. Next show: Last King
Of Scotland. Oh, and I really do want to watch Wanted for him.
But I do hate Angelina Jolie. But James McAvoy would
probably save the movie from being a stinker as all her movies
recently are.
let your heart out.