Bittersweet

It starts and ends in a cycle of turmoil,
A game of charades for you to question,
A game of charades for me to act out.

It is part of a tree,
That grew flawless till all ends.
It is part of the mighty oak tree,
With bitten dead leaves hanging.

It is happiness bottled with vinegar,
It is laughter pickled to bloody tears,
Waiting on ends for it to reform,
It is bitter and sweet at its bestest of form.

Here is your thirst quencher you ordered,
With a layer of melted ice.
Here is your sweet angel ornament you paid,
With a broken smile.
Here is the desperation of give and take of the whole wide world,
Let it burn through the epicenter of you.
Here is everything there is,
Let it flow and let it corrode your solid posture.

I,
Am the bittersweet truth disguised,
I,
Am the thorn layered between nail and skin,
I,
Am the darkest of unlighted tunnels,
And yet,
I fear the dark,
And I,
Feel the same too.

Michael Jacko

there's a thing about remaking songs. redoing. rereleasing. remixing ol school stuff.

and some times not so old school, like the what-were-they-thinking westlife covers of songs.

some aren't so bad. worth listening. and if given the chance by an uncle, he would say the new generation just has no creativity or originality or even taste in making good songs. thats why they start redoing songs, and mostly don't do justice to em'. he just thinks there's nothing worth listening on the radio anymore.

some would agree. sometimes i would.

the world of music has changed, but the essence remains the same. the good must be cherished. hence the covers.

(and just for the record, were not a wasted music generation. )

now back to covering songs. there seems to be something bout michael jackson's songs playing on the airways, radio airways that is, quite frequently in recent years. albeit, not really him.

there was alient ant farm. which was good. a spunk to the cobwebbed record.

then chris cornell. which IS absolutely awesome. the man is a killer with billie jean. david cook of AI was inspired by him i would say. he nailed billie jean.

only blunt thing is, he didnt write it himself.

then now there's fall out boy screaming out loud with beat it. nothing really fantastic to be shouting about, but its music to the ears still.


though the greener side of it all, no longer have to be a closet michael jackson fan. we're getting his music without the peado status.

done deal i'd say.

Zzz

uneventfuly week, and weekend perhaps.

loadz to study. loadz to do.

where do i begin???



oh well, at least it was a good sleep. needed the sleep. why cant the weekend be longer?

Boycott!

We're The New Face Of Failure,

Prettier and Younger,

But Not Any Better Off,

Only Proof Of Loneliness,

At Best.

Fall Out Boy- I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way..

since our lives here in the kandang is restricted to limited freedom, if any at all, there are very little things to look forward to, which are big to us, but miniscule to you all out there.

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like every thurs night/ fri early morning, due to the convenience of McD's 24hour delivery service, we have a McD fiesta. regardless of what time, or how broke, we would find time, and scavenge or just starve a few days to have our fiesta. its become a ritual i tell you.

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just shout out the magic word "MC-DEEESSS!!!", and a list of orders would come rolling soon after. its tragically contagious.

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and i have this utmost high of highest obsession with McD's banana pie, very much the contrary with the apple pie, coz i ain't a fan of cinnamon, which is just not nice. but the banana pie! its gooey and bananaish and damn salivating.

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at least to my opinion.

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so usually i'd order my meal, and end it with a mouth cleaner of two banana pies.

but today morning, those friggin fellas sent me two pies, in the banana pie wrapper, but were in fact apple pie!

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but u know, i thought i'd be very civic minded and since i'm like the good-est citizen, had in mind of calling them to inform them that maybe their wrappers were wrong so that they don't get screwing from other ppl who orders banana pies but gets tricked in having apple pies instead in their possesion.

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i called their delivery line. i called the kb McD line. i called their hotline for complaints. but all didnt pick up my calls. the audacity innit?!

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so hence my solution. i shall boycott McD's.

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all together, for the good-will, for the GREATER GOOD, let's boycott McD's.

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for one week. till the next ritual begins...

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"Look out! This is me. There were none before me and there will be none after me. Therefore, that makes me the one and only. Young and single and love to mingle. Certified, bone fide, indoubtably qualified to bring you satisfactio, a whole lot of action. Look out, baby, I'm your lo-o-ove man!"

-Les Brown-

The Polls

so voting shall soon begin. wonder how they go to sleep each night. i'd have a disturbing conscience.

but anyways, back in f6, we used to have this really lame polls thing going on. students would have to form parties, and then go head to head to form the so-called government, which was basically a specified f6 society that controls and handles the 'welfare' of f6 students. the 'government' would last till the next year, when the junior batch arrives.

its a lot of shitting bulls. seriously. so called manifestos, but how much of the school can a bunch of students change? but there was the money involved. yum yum.

so anyways, i wasn't initially involved in this escape. i was one of the very few students who actually returned to sch to do f6 (not intentionally, but i'm not complaining now either :P). there was probably about 5% of ex-students, including me, and the rest were 'foreigners'. so being back to my territory, i obviously had some advantage even before i entered f6. people knew me. teachers knew me, and teachers had power to vote too.

there was 2 teams going for the grand elections. and one of the parties had members who wanted out, or left the school completely. there was openings, and they approached me, with the hope of getting a sure seat in the 'govern'. they paid my share of the money, they did all the work, talking, and lies.

i showed my face. for a horrendously named party. ZEST. which reminds me of an orange fruit. not helping was the fact their whole party was themed orange colour. though i love orange colour, but to be serious with the colour orange, something's wrong with ya.

well they thought they had a good idea with ZEST. Z for zealous, E for enthusiastic, and ST(d's). i stress, i was not in the original birth of this party. i was roped in halfway.

i won't give them any compliments for such brightness, but they did have absolute brightness in approaching me.

people knew me. let me brag. let me be arrogant. but it was the truth. people knew me, even if i didnt know them. i could remember their face, but i wouldn't know their name, as they would mine. and i'm not all that bad, i did give a few suggestions, whether they liked it or not, and i did show my face.

i did show my face.

so the voting went like this: president vs president, treasurer vs treasurer, secretary vs secretary, and 5 commitee members vs 5 commitee members.

i was a commitee member. if i wanted to, i could have formed a party and swiped this whole crap clean. but it wasn't worthied.

now i would get (some) power by doing nothing. i had them in my hands. they would beg me to show my face hahahahahahahaha...

but anyways, i won. unsurprisingly. people knew me, teachers knew me, seniors knew me.

and i received the most votes too ;D

more than the president, more than the secretary, more than the treasurer or any other member.

by a large margin too. hah! i'm such a brag eh? i just felt like being proud today.


so pls pardon me today.

" i wasn't really dying. i wasn't a host of cancer or parasites.

i,

was the one little centre,

that the life of this world crowded around. "

edward norton, fight club.