I Started a Joke

Yes, the truth is out. Because of my prudent attempt in my previous post to diffuse any potential lawsuits for indirectly persuading impressionable youngsters to be an IDIOT like me, I unwittingly exposed my diabolical agenda for this blog: this is my endeavour to be funny.

Alas, like most revolutionary geniuses, my words are seemingly devoid of any form of humour whatsoever, considering the hostile responses in the place of laughter (aside from a few polite sniggers) that should have ensued.

Either that, or the world is now bereft of any merriment to comprehend my wit.

Obviously the latter rationale is the more plausible one of the two, and therefore reminded me a classic ballad by the Bee Gees, although not as melodramatic. This is the perfect illustration of how great minds think so much alike, since it was rumoured that this song is inspired by Hitler's ideology (attention G-Sus). Talk about being open minded enough to see past the façades and adopt another's perception!

To those peculiar ones who do not acknowledge the Gibb brothers as one of the musical scene's trend-setters, if not one of the all-time greats, do not hesitate in clicking the 'play' button. This is an old school video when they were still in their harmonic soft rock phase. I must apologize to the shallow MTV generation though, for this clip is not much to look at, especially with the production quality that you are all so used to.

I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
But I didn’t see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.

Till I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.

Till I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.

P.S. Rest in Peace Maurice. You are still remembered.

Dissolved Girl

How do you know you are in love?

Does one reason from the mind's constant lingering on the pined?
Does one relate the butterflies within? Or the comfort and security?
Does one describe how special that someone feels? Or how we do?
Does one narrate the physical reactions? Or the intellectual impression?
Does one elucidate the emotional sensations? Or the spiritual sentience?

Because I am. With her.

Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day, yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came

'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go
Feels like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more

Fade, made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came

'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go, oh
I feel live something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more, oh.

P.S. Can someone decipher this code and interpret the song? All I know is that I like it. =)

The Astonishment

Is it that hard to believe that I am who I claim to be? It must be the curse of my charming good looks and my chivalrous behaviour; for my assertions of my bad boy persona have only fallen onto deaf ears, or worse laughter and ridicule. All it reminds me of is this:

As I was saying, sure, I am straight edge, but that does not mean I lack a rebellious streak. I am an IDIOT, remember? In fact, I may actually exhibit behaviours illustrated in the strips below when I am in the company of reliable friends at times, although not necessarily with similar motives.

So, don’t overreact and cover your mouth when you discover through a tag that I actually have tattoos. Unfortunately, due to their ‘strategic’ locations, I can only show them personally than to attach images of them here, especially if I intend to maintain my U-rating to ensure that children of all ages and celibate nuns continue to find entertainment within this cyberspace. Therefore, if I have piqued your curiosity enough, all you have to do is ask.

Disclaimer: This post is a mere expression of personal traits and neither advocates any rebellious intentions towards any particular party nor attempt to instigate any potentially offensive activities that are illegal - or at least ill advised - in our bureaucratic society.

In all future entries within this humble blog, let it be known that this web waste aims to be a form of humour, not be a possible tumour. I concur that it is a challenge to smile at everything written here but remember; only the bright and witty ones do. The question is: are you one of them?