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Friday, September 08, 2006

found something on deviantart.com
its so true.
its all true aobut hollywood.
its lindsay lohan.


relate it to our sch too.
just change the blonde to
someone trying too hard to be american,
to act cute
and act nice.
when you are so freakingly insecure.
can you just sotp acting.
sorry, but i know you say that you dont act.
but you are the MOST hypocritical person i've seen.
that includes MYSELF.
stop saying that everyone acts
and you act so HURT.
hello? WAKEUP?
eoys are coming,
in 20 days.
dont you get it?
eoys are more impt that going our with some jc people
for the sake of proving to yourself,
or maybe no one,
that you are COOL.
stop sucking up to teachers.
sto thinking that you can rely one thing and ROT.
waiting for miracles to fall from the sky.
you'll get hit my a metorite first.
sure, miracles can happen.
IF ONLY you work for them.
arent you just so FAKE.
just like a poster,
you think money can buy you EVERYTHING?
you are not as ANGELIC as you think.
you're not as cool as you think.
are you so CONCERNED about winning EVERYTHING.
sure, you boast about how many instrus you play,
the fact that you can do this and that.
but c'mon, who cares?
maybe it can get you a scholarship,
but one fine day,
you will break down,
you will fall hard.
'cause you got so HIGH in your younger days
in high school and jc.
the higher you get, the harder you fall.
YOU are a true proven case of it.
you think you are everything, but you are just NOT.
stop thinking that your wothiness depends
on how many contacts you have in your phone,
how flithily rich your family is,
how you always say you didnt study
and that you are going to fail,
but you get the HIGHEST.
you think that's cool?
you think shunning the eastern side of the world is cool?
you think the west is so glam and all that?
you think you are automatically superior if you are from the west?
you think having a whole bunch of guys tagging along with you is cool?
you know what?
NEWFLASH: it is not.
sure, the eastern side may not have manners as good as the western side of the world.
but everyone learns.
the changing face of the world y'know.
oh sorry, i forgot.
you think you are too cool for the newspaper.
you think your image can be 'cool' anymore,
if you become some roadsweeper in the future.
if you dont study hard enough,
and you just flunk everything
and think its cool not to care if you flunk.
sure, everyone hates the society we live in now,
but do you have a choice,
you cant just say that,
'oh sure, i'll prac very hard for my music,
get a scholarship and go to some faraway university
and study music.'
you know what?
just stick with the well troden road of studying.
people have success stories one alternative careers,
sure it happens.
you may see hundreds of it,
but its just a VERY VERY small minority of the world.
about, maybe, 0.000000001%?
oh just shut up
get out
and , for goodness sake, GO STUDY.



disclaimer:
this is not directed towards only ONE person.
its a whole lot added together.
cause i am too lazy to type for everyone.


from devianart.com

She's an airbrushed blonde bombshell, a teen queen glam rocker
Every boy's masterbation fantasy, perfect on paper,
Disguised by makeup and mishaps, holding in
Her bursting alcoholic liver (its cool, that's why) with the lies she delivers the crowd and
Her lungs burn (its all those cigarettes, you know), but that's no concern, because she's
Beautiful. And she knows it.
It's nothing new, this death she's learned to fake, to die inside
But she's not willing to sacrifice her fame for
Dignity. Because no one's going to remember, (no one's gonna count at the finish line, right?) how much
She has left, when she steps into the Rock and
Roll hall of fame, half dressed, but it's
Gucci, Mom, it's okay, and she'll smile for the
Camera, a girl's best friend, she's good at it now. It took some practice
At first but she's mastered the art of faking it harder
And harder until she's breathing hard, its believable. You might wonder
Why her smile never breaks, it's because she's already
So far fucking gone, so broken that the little
Peices can't be stomped to any more shards or her
Ribs will give way, and you'll see through her translucent blue
Skin, the backbone bruising her dainty flesh, rubbing so
Close to it, without any fat tissue in between to
Soften the grip. And inside that perfect shell of a
Half-starved woman lies a fully-starved little girl and she's
Never had a reason to feel wanted so she dreams in
Black and White, red when it's of you. Just when
She can't take it anymore, she'll pop another happy pill, they make her ill
And pop her eyes open, it's a brand new day for faking
The make-up break-down. An American beauty real-life
Reality TV dream come true. An airbrushed teen dream
Drowning in her own saliva (tears, she knows), dragging her emotional baggage
Along for the ride in a leopard print bag, easy to spot at the baggage claim, and
She's chiming in her sing-song voice with all the others, ten years
Older than she is and talking of things she's never seen
Words she's never heard, she plays along
Like its normal for her to Fuck
Men and throw them away the
Morning after, popping another pill, a different shade
Of sanity for each occasion
You'd be surprised how many there are, she says
And how long it takes to get them all
Straight; an apathetic romance revised to fit your
Definition of a goodnight kiss, existant. You never got one so you
Didn't think you were good enough, so there
You have something in common with her prissy
Teen drama queen ass, tension mounting under
Tired eyelids, raised but drowning your sorrows, until they learn to swim,
Listen to some emo-screamo --mainstream depression, she claims -- and pop
Pop-Pop until there's no tomorrow. A popular picture painted
By a Picasso of the twenty-first century, followed by a
Bombshell blonde taking the credit for a fleeting moment of
Creativity she just took center stage for as the creator sat in the background, moping silently;
Teen dramas drowning in turpentine.
Personally, I'd rather just stay a brunette.

10:51 PM