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[Nov. 18th, 2010|01:03 am] |
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistance?
One step from lashing out at you.
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong.
You can't be something you're not.
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me.
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time.
Re, spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Run your mouth when I'm not around, it's easy to achieve.
You cry to weak friends that sympathize.
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word.
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong.
You can't be something you're not.
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me.
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time.
Re, spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Re, spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
No way punk!!!
(SOLO)
Re, spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Re, spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Walk on home boy!!! |
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| what a epic night |
[Aug. 3rd, 2010|01:04 am] |
| [ | playitloud |
| | Velvet Revolver- Fall to Pieces | ] |
slash, myles
what an truly epic evening.
what an amazing set. speechless now.
will review the whole concert soon.
for now, its to bed with a smile on my face even though i gotta wake up for work.
:) |
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|03:52 pm] |
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hello beautiful stranger. |
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| cleaning co. |
[May. 10th, 2010|11:03 am] |
| [ | playitloud |
| | minus the bear- my time | ] |
cleaning works in ma crib for more than 2 hours, since 7am.
And i finally put up my trainspotting poster, and a whole lot of mambo jambo. naise.
now i can start listening to minus the bear's new album, and go to bed.
good morning people. |
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| vomit for thought- ego. |
[May. 2nd, 2010|06:15 am] |
| [ | playitloud |
| | Known for years- rachael yamagata | ] |
you know, this subject has never failed to captivate my utmost attention.
I see ego everywhere, everyday
In everyday conversations, on dinner tables, in strangers, on poker tables (guilty as charged), among friends, in relationships.
this constant need for self gratification and incessant concern for self importance causes much confusion in my head.
I see the megalomaniac on the poker table, making ridiculous and unjustified plays on the table, spewing all their cash.
I see boyfriends giving you the stare down when you happen to be looking in the direction of their other halves.
I see musicians playing their guitars at shops as if they were auditioning to play with michael angelo.
I see buffed up guys getting all agro when you question their sexuality.
I see people getting all defensive when you ask them a simple question.
Then,
I see myself in the mirror.
I often question myself if im an ego-maniac. I cant seem to arrive at a justifiable answer.
I always thought i get defensive cause its just part of my nature. I detest being accused, i detest people making baseless conclusions, i detest senseless deductions.
i mean im guilty as charged, for making senseless remarks, or jumping to ridiculous conclusions, but if its all in the name of fun, so be it, im not that anal retentive.
But i absolutely detest people who are guilty of it and have this ridiculous facial expression, like they are dying for you to believe all that bull that they just said. now, thats a whole new story in my opinion.
thats just donkey. bull is bull. no need to carry on the bluff, just raise the damn white flag, and we'll all laugh at it with goodwill.
i mean how much is ego worth?
2 cents?
yes indeed, maybe you cant put a monetary value on it all, but come on, are we kidding ourselves here? |
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| mono. |
[May. 2nd, 2010|05:54 am] |
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| [ | playitloud |
| | Crooked Teeth- DCFC | ] |
Its 5.30am in the morning.
I believe i've lost my body clock. Neither does it acknowledge nights nor does it acknowledge days. I could sleep at 9am in the morning, 2pm in the noon, 7pm in the evening. Probably developing hypersomnia.
Life's been carefree. really carefree. given this window period after my incessant period of duty towards the nation, life's been pretty kind. I've since striked off one thing to do on my bucketlist. And would strike off another on 020810.
poker wise, have been making a decent amount this month on cash games, cards have been kind towards me, and decisions made have more or less been spot on.
till date, i've rejected 7 job offers. i'd like to think im a picky bitch. to my surprise, im still enjoying this unrestricted period of liberation. nothing beats liberation i guess.
the freedom to eat my meals anytime i want, to play blues 3am in the morning, to stay up and watch 4 episodes of top gear in a row, watch HSP on youtube every week, staring outside my window for 15 mins contemplating about random silly issues.
I feel utmost sympathy for you if you're actually reading this. its rant vomit, filled with useless yet necessary monologue.
goodnight world. |
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| too much, too young, too fast. |
[Dec. 6th, 2009|04:48 am] |
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| | sex on fire- kings of leon | ] |
“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up.” |
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| day off. |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|09:56 pm] |
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| | DCFC- debate exposes doubt. | ] |
All human activity is prompted by desire.
Bertrand Russel.
im gonna watch joe cada win(or how phil ivey can not win) the main event, with some good supper, smokes and beer.
talk bout desire. |
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| Janie's got a gun |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
self improvment is masturbation, self destruction is the answer.
Tyler Durden ; Fight Club (1999).
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