::FuckingBullshit::
That's what this is.
It's all just fucking bullshit.
I play it all off effortlessly - coming in, being the nice guy and scoring the answers; but in the end what is this all for ?
For the whole of my natural conscious life being a 'rebel', all i have done is do what little i can to fight the system.
Right now, as i'm reading through these notes and catching up on research - these words are burning into my eyes and fucking with my brain - every single letter and mark of punctuation bearing holes into my retinas, then making their ways through nerve lines to my amygdala, slowly piercing each cerebral fibre and fucking so deep and hard that i can't even breathe anymore.
Every fucking time since last Thursday, i twitch and turn and get spasms. It's just so fucking freaky that each time i get too frustrated, my chest expands so fast that my entire upper body just jerks. Then i think about it more, and it continues. So fast.... so painful.
Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE.
I must bend these laws somehow. I must bend these walls to match myself. I must.
I want so much to just spend all my money on cigarettes and beer to just forget the fact that i have to wake up everyday and actually be part of my enemy - the Singaporean Identity.
This is not me. This is fucking bullshit. This is all fucking bullshit.
'Electronic Media' phases into Singaporean broadcast history, 'Journalism Skills' morphs into a fucking history of Singapore and it's journalist's ethics (Which has no fucking freedom whatsoever) and Mass Media Research is a fucking gossip session with the gay lecturer.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ?
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE ?
spoken. at 12:19 AM
That's what this is.
It's all just fucking bullshit.
I play it all off effortlessly - coming in, being the nice guy and scoring the answers; but in the end what is this all for ?
For the whole of my natural conscious life being a 'rebel', all i have done is do what little i can to fight the system.
Right now, as i'm reading through these notes and catching up on research - these words are burning into my eyes and fucking with my brain - every single letter and mark of punctuation bearing holes into my retinas, then making their ways through nerve lines to my amygdala, slowly piercing each cerebral fibre and fucking so deep and hard that i can't even breathe anymore.
Every fucking time since last Thursday, i twitch and turn and get spasms. It's just so fucking freaky that each time i get too frustrated, my chest expands so fast that my entire upper body just jerks. Then i think about it more, and it continues. So fast.... so painful.
Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE.
I must bend these laws somehow. I must bend these walls to match myself. I must.
I want so much to just spend all my money on cigarettes and beer to just forget the fact that i have to wake up everyday and actually be part of my enemy - the Singaporean Identity.
This is not me. This is fucking bullshit. This is all fucking bullshit.
'Electronic Media' phases into Singaporean broadcast history, 'Journalism Skills' morphs into a fucking history of Singapore and it's journalist's ethics (Which has no fucking freedom whatsoever) and Mass Media Research is a fucking gossip session with the gay lecturer.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ?
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE ?
"Karma police, i've given all i can,
It's not enough -
I've given all i can but
We're still on the payroll.
This is what you get.
This is what you get.
This is what you get -
When you mess with US."
- Radiohead : "Karma Police"
Sooner or later.
It's not enough -
I've given all i can but
We're still on the payroll.
This is what you get.
This is what you get.
This is what you get -
When you mess with US."
- Radiohead : "Karma Police"
Sooner or later.
spoken. at 12:19 AM
