Tuesday, June 14, 2005

.:Today's LSS:.

It just feels so empty without me... doesn’t it? ;)

And no, I’m not editing out the expletives just this once…

Without Me
by Eminem

Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back...

I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt* Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, endin up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
{*bzzt* Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?


A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me


Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (2x)


.:And Just Like That...:.

... Marcelle is back.

There was something a friend of mine told me two weeks ago that stuck to me, and it's that nobody can hold me back.

How true.

What stopped me from blogging for quite a while? Was it fear? Was it guilt? Was it sheer burnout? I know the reasons all too well, but I frankly don't care at this point.

Redemption is not up for me, or anyone else, friend or otherwise, to determine. Redemption lies in the hands of the Redemeer, and as such, I don't see the need to wait for a redemption to come: one that is not up for me to label as redemption, as it's clearly not in my power to do so.

In short, let sleeping dogs lie, and live and let live. I have no grudges to keep, and everyone knows why.

.:Mad Weekend:.

This weekend has gotten to be quite a hectic one, truth be told.

I was see-sawing between going to this lunch date my grandparents set with my family in Libis, but seeing as how I was only sent a message collaterally, then I guess it was far better for me to skip it. I don't really feel like seeing my family anytime soon. Years of alienation have made me cease to recognize them, to begin with. Maybe that'd change. But it sure wouldn't in one meeting, so I can afford to miss out on that meeting.

I didn't get to enroll, but I prolly will this coming Wednesday. Ate Maan has offered very kind and encouraging words to me over the aftermath of the loss of my teaching assistant position, and I can only hope to be back at it by next schoolyear, if not earlier, considering how one of the assistants might be leaving in the middle of the year. I can only hope, I guess.

In any case, I've been fairly underslept due to all the trouble I've been going through, but the weekend I suppose somewhat made up for that. That, plus Dead Or Alive Extreme Volleyball Challenge has become quite an addictive and amusing game to play... heh. Been having fun times completing all of Lei Fang's swimsuits and stuff...

Need to get my phone fixed again. It's definitely giving me a lot of problems.

.:Today's Quick Board:.

I was watching Discovery Channel in the conference room before I boarded, as the sign on is 4:30AM on Mondays. The title of the show was “Night Crime”, so anyone who can lead me to more information about the series, I'd really like it. I was in the middle of a cliffhanger story where there was an old man who was killed by gunshots and his body was found when neighbors discovered his house with a week's worth of unclaimed papers at the front porch. I'd really want to know what happened next...

But in any case, Robi arrived pretty early. We had a few bits of conversation, and it was really interesting. I for one am glad to see the man back.

Boarwork went quickly and smoothly. I hope tomorrow will be better, though, once the callers come pouring in again.

And, oh, wish me luck on a job interview tomorrow. Here's hoping I'd do well enough...


Where can I find it online? I'd really like to read it...

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