Obviously, he's saying don't trust himself, as he's a psychopathic rapist, murderer, and necrophiliac. She'll never leave him, because she's dead.ĭon't trust a ho, never trust a ho Won't trust a ho 'cause the ho won't trust me The 'ho' from the bar broke his heart, so he's saying not to trust hoes. She'll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh He figures this out, so he kills her. She wants to touch me, woo ooh She wants to love me, woo ooh He's delusional- he thinks the girl really wants him, when he's actually raping her. The singer doesn't care though, saying he 'isn't scared of' her vegetarian boyfriend. The girl and him drunkenly make out- but she doesn't want any more of that. T-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth You tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him. Gorgeous and rich, who wouldn't want her? And she's an actress but she ain't got no need She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east. It made so much fucking sense though!īlack dress, with the tights underneath, I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth. Moreover, generally speaking, there were many priceless moments which, if were recorded by camera, would be as the saying goes “worth a hundred words”.īut rules are rules, no matter how stupid they can be.Īnd with that note, I end this blog entry and bow out.I was listening to it, and my mind wandered to dark places. In fact, I was so wrapped up in this Wordsworthian moment that I felt like picking up my mobile to write what was on my head, but I refrained from it because I was short on time. This term’s last days, however, went by so fast and was not so nice, although I did like the moments of isolation I spent with nature. It’s almost always pleasant nonetheless, no matter how pressurising. As for the last “wrapping up” days of the term, I’ve noticed how they always tend to take on a surreal quality – perhaps accounted by the near-total abstention from sleep? This was manifested by how when I was working on the data entry (some 500 forms), I began to see “gender roles” as “tender rolls”… blahness. But that was fun, and so was seeing my teachers’ more “personal side”… very pleasant experience, and lasting. Yes, it was beautifully cold and wet that night. As I walked in, one of my professors stopped me and asked me to do him a “big favour”, which was to take over (reading poetry I’ve never read before!) for someone who could not make it due to the rain, rain, rain. Yet another funny thing that happened (yes, one of those things that make you marvel at how things turn out in the end) is when I decided (well, there really was no decision-making, it was more automatic) to attend this poetry reading of, again, my very own English Lit. But all in all, it was an enjoyable evening in which I felt I was in my element – serving the public and enjoying a social gathering. Yes, laugh all you like what was I supposed to do? It was dying to get out! Oh and it turns out that I will be graduating after 2 years.
#SHUSH GIRL SHUT YOUR LIPS LYRICS PLUS#
graduates but I kind of helped anyway, plus gave a “thanks” speech (no more than 3 minutes) which in retrospect, I would probably consider a “pre-graduation speech”.
A party was held to honour my very beloved English Lit. And it’s not like I haven’t tried to better my condition in the face of what happened, but no, this university’s fucked me too many times for me to care for it, let alone contribute to its becoming “distinguished”. I simply did not need the pressure and deep deep down, I honestly did not want to go ahead with it, not to mention that I wanted to prioritise my health, mental and physical, and my studies which was already under the risk of being affected.
When the opportunity arose, I seized it and chose to opt out for the World Model UN. However, when this becomes an addiction that interferes with my day-to-day activities, it does get a little tedious (more on this later). I certainly love it when people share with me, and I am always willing to lend an ear. Besides that, of course, is the strengthened bond I have with my roomie which is not necessarily a good thing. It gives me pleasure to announce that I have survived this term with my GPA unscathed (4.00) which I am SO grateful for, especially after that harrowing ordeal. Quick updates just for the sake of satisfying that uncontrollable urge to record every single detail of my insignificant life. Don’t those numbers just send jitters down your neck?
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