Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Seriously, shut your trap if you don't know me.
It irks me to no end to know that people are commenting as if they know me.
I, seeking for attention? Hell, if given a chance, I would choose to blend into the surrounding.
However, I am blessed with the curse to attract and it helps those measly news reporters' reports sell and gain readership, giving them extra credits to their stinky reputation that results in decent approval during their appraisal.
These muthafuckers think that they know me, saying these bullshit, judging me. Just a friendly note to you that YOU ARE THE ONES WHO MADE ME. Keep poking your nosy noses into my business, lamenting on my actions and my posts. Well, you are making the rating soar and adding on to my popularity.
Muthafuckers, I always believe what goes around comes around and to those who are giving their two cents' worth of crap, pray hard that your children would not be at the receiving ends.
I am Satan's spawn. The evil seed sowed by Master Lucifer, the devil himself. Rest assure, I would be held responsible when your retribution strike. By hook or by crook, I would stream into their young minds, corrupting and screwing their heads, twisting and turning their thoughts. Drill them up and train them into lethal weapons. Train them to torture as you watch in despair, wishing you had never offended me.
I thought I had matured and learnt to look pass all this shit. Why choose me to finger at, when the society wants to find a scapegoat to shoulder the blame? Oh, sure, blame it all on me, fuckers. And the parents are not to responsible? Where did they go when it comes to education. Sick actions that "conservative Singaporeans" had never committed or thought about doing are surfacing and hogging news' headlines one after another.
If it weren't for the endless quarrels and squabbles with friends who care and their advices, I would have slammed the whole Singapore right down to their ancestors or cocked a pistol, blasting that damn thing off at everyone I see. I would have brought all of you to grave with me.
I was determined to not let anger get the best of me. But I blew up when all this anger that I kept bottled inside me was overfilled. Fizzling like canned carbonated soda when shook profusely. Immense pressure formed, and was getting more and more intense as the second hand ticks away.
The familiar stir in my queasy stomach was churning and the urge to vomit was increasing exponentially. Forming at the verge of the cliff, anger has it and took its plunge. Venomous words spurred out, arranging themselves into single files of sentences and here I am, sitting at my bed side, with the laptop facing me, relating what I feel into neatly typed words.
Why am I letting some idiots out there take my sleep away? Why am I so stupid to succumb into their ill intentions of bringing me down? I known better than to allow that to happen to me.
The more I retaliate, the more they have to say. The more they say, the more I would spew. The more I spew, the more attention gathers. The more attention gathers, the more news-worthy I become. The more news-worthy I become, the more muthafuckers want to write up on me. The more write up on me I have, the more you guys blabber. The vicious cycle restarts, winding in a loop, playing again and again like a default merry-go-round. Screening the same bloody image, projecting the same bloody remarks and stirring up the same bloody by-products.
Damn it, I deserve to have my sleep disturbed because I allowed myself to be affected by what I have read. Darn that person who invented information technology.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay