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I hate wakes. I hate funerals.
I hate the fact that my grandma, always applauded as a sweet old lady, never once scold for the right reasons. Now, her children are not smart, not rich, not successful, chao ah bengs and ah sengs who wasted their lives catching fishes in the drains of KL, messed with gangs, women and now looked down upon by their richer and successful peers.
I hate the fact that I have nothing now, nothing to show in Church, nothing to brag at work, nothing to smile at when I look at myself in the mirror. That’s all I am, there is nothing for me, only a state change from a warm body, to a cold lifeless corpse, lying there in a wooden box, seen by tens for a few days and then turn into ashes.
Regrets oh regrets, I have alot of them. And I’m almost 30, what changes can I make? Oh, I really wanna change!!!
Say hi to Martin Luther King Jr for me.
http://www.infowars.com/ron-paul-and-a-timeline-of-cia-crimes-and-atrocities/
Mr. Paul,
You might not live for long, this challenge to evil might kill you. I fear for you, I really do.
More than 100 years of unchecked evil, passing under the noses of dead presidents and kings, even corrupting some of them, these evil grew has so blatant it ripped the fabric of mankind into piece, your skin color has caused more death than any of us, how will you redeem them?
Can the constitution save all of you? The GOP has fallen, so has the Democrats, which one of us is truly equipped to fight these ancient enemies? How long can you hold? Even if you’re elected president? How will the story unfold?
I hope you last enough for the last 2 to appear, if not…
Say hi to Martin Luther King Jr for me.
Evil must die!
You killed God’s champions, you crushed the weak, you continously siphon our lives away, feeding on our hopes, our dreams and our lands.
And all we got is bones piling on bones, our red, bloodied land gave way, buried under bigger buildings that do not belong to us, hypocritical holidays and gutless leaders who suck your balls.
You come in the form of suits, crystal-like towers of wall street, military berets, pale white faces, better genetics, and high technology. But beneath these realities, you have no truth.
Do NOT harm us anymore! You have NO right! We WILL rise up and bring the fight to you. And drive you out of every fabric of this universe!
What’s dead to you will push through.
Amen!
Rest in Peace, Dr. King.
http://hypem.com/track/1016010
Bulletproof
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
I was born King, pushing hip in 29, son of a preacher mind with the same name as he until at 39 he legally dropped it and changed it to honor a German protestant. I used to sing choir, went to college at 15, skipping 9th and 12th grade with big dreams of sociology and systematic theology… I’ma be like pops, (a pastor.) After 1954 I’m just that… 25 in Alabama facing lack of unity in tune with the omnipresent, I’m used to being “Jim Crow-ed” though. Relate to that! Where I stay there’s racial segregation. The measurement of a man is 98cents. Freedom and a home to write is $28.12 but I’m a long way from Walden I admit.
CHORUS (Alexandrah)
What’s dead to you is pushing through
VERSE 2 (Swamburger)
I played the game of victim too long to be a silent opposition to authority’s position. Listen! One day, while beginning a book I had a vision that would wake me in the middle of typing. Fast forward to the signing of that very book… (Harlem 58’) take a closer look. I was stabbed in the chest with an envelope opener, (black woman from Georgia named Izola.) Now, rewind back to that typing process, my vision of a promise-land in spite of death… people gathered speaking rather bold saying I was out of touch… “Bus boycotts are old.” Civil rights’ not a fight for the now even now in the present I’m learning how. Maybe I should just rest, slitter in my chest, pushing the envelope is not for the best.
CHORUS (Alexandrah)
What’s dead to you is pushing through
VERSE 3 (Swamburger)
No! I’ma wake from this… escape death while I gotta boat to fix. Reaper’s knocking but you can’t stop when a will to make a way is waiting over the mountain. So I wrote more books, led a people to action, marched on Washington with peace and passion, left the movement of the south in the north with Jackson, opposed war in Vietnam back to back then. Won’t sleep till the dream is alive… hold more rallies, get the poor organized. I believe in a date with death but if I gotta go now no fear is left… left away from stress. 39yrs to a King ain’t a thing what’s left… an absolute? Nah. Another living being wants to see if I’m bulletproof.
CHORUS (Alexandrah)
What’s dead to you is pushing through
Women wanna get married
Fuxking women power, it’s all a sham, at the end of the day, you bitches still feel vulnerable about being old and alone, a husband and kids will give u security that all those fuxking LV and prada can’t give.
12GB more
So yeah, SingTel recently had it’s mobile phone data plans increased to 12GB, from 500MB and 1GB. This crazy notion of giving more to customers was due to M1 and Starhub finally selling iPhones and breaking bondages of shitty data plans by offering godlike amounts of data to the market.
About damn time, I’m starting to hate my 1GB.
I liken the increase to the spreading of the legs; a plead for the customer, me, to enter the realm of unhesitated access. No more “what happens if it’s that time of the month?” The time when my vitamin $ is running low, no more disciplined usage, it’s time to access the Cloud with reckless abandonment! The iPhone is a great web device, and 12GB of allowed data is a great reason for me to access the net without reason.
Of course, having more allowed data isn’t the only reason for to start being more open on myself, getting more active on twitter and fb status by posting my thoughts and writing nonsenses, like saying though Jesus saves He doesn’t twitter, unlike Satan, who apparently has alot of accounts linked to him(it’s true, search for Jesus Christ and satan in Twitter, you’ll see the differences). I whore myself more on fb and twit because I feel that I need to get involve with the people around me, and contrary to the standard, proactive, method of chatting with then online, asking how they are, how they get into my msn, posting shit on fb and twit means your doing a “hi I’m actually communicating with you guys by saying things about myself, with little regards of the magnitude of noise I’m producing, whether the twits and statuses are fking annoying to everyone or not” and not only that, opening myself to misjudgements and ridicule.
I’ve done a great job being a hermit, despite being a great person to be with, ok I’m not a good person to be with because I’m dysfunctional, but having even more isolation turns me into freaking North Korea, so by portraying a more open and pseudo-sociable outlook of myself ought to reverse the gears of creepiness that’s running within me.
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