I Love Rock and Roll

It's another classic one, I think you know this one too..

I just found this comment . I love it so much I'm putting it up.

You say Soulja Boy? I say AC/DC.
You say Rihanna? I say Metallica.
You say Lil Wayne? I say Led Zeppelin.
You say Lady Gaga? I say Nirvana.
You say Jonas Brothers? I say Slipknot.
You say Eminem? I say Iron Maiden.
You say Justin Bieber? I say Avenged Sevenfold.
You say Hannah Montana? I scream heavy metal.


DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ROCK DIE!

Sorry.

I love that comment.

Hehe. <3

Highway to Hell

As I have said many times already..

Highway to Hell is a song by AC/DC which will be in GLEE!

And AC/DC is an old-school AUSSIE rock band.

Not British.

Not American.

Not Seattle-an. (Which is in America.)

Not Jamaican.

Not Canadian.

But Australian!

OH YEAH!

I love AC/DC. They are LEGENDS.

Here's Highway to Hell for you all. I'll put up TNT later.

Kashmir

Another Led Zeppelin song since I'm bored.

Stairway to Heaven

I know you guys don't like Led Zeppelin that much.. But this is a must hear.

You know, it's top on the 500 best rock songs ever. Even Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't top it.

-- Annie: Come As You Are is 14th. :(

Or something.

AND FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S NOT BORING. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO ACTUALLY APPRECIATE LED ZEPPELIN GOODNESS. :D



Over and out!

It's a cute little old song.

It's called 'The Final Countdown' by Europe. I'm pretty sure you know it. Especially the beginning.

It's not my favourite, it's just cute, hehe.

Just another story I've been doing.

It's okay, I'm still continuing on June + Winter.. I've just put that one on hold. :)

So I'll post it below:

--

Let me sum up my life in a few words - I am one of those very few people who enjoy being alone and don't really enjoy another's company.

Fine, maybe more than a few words.

What I like to do is walking around school, sitting alone, clutching in my hand a pen and some paper. I find a nice bench and table, and sit there. So then some idiot decides to show up and uncovers a sword, covered in aluminium foil. Great. Out of all the people I want to see, I get to see him. Nate ____,

'YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME GIRL?'

I ignore him.

'WITH THAT PEN OF YOURS, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.'

I'm pretty sure that the phrase 'The pen is mighter than the sword' existed quite a long time ago. So yet again, I ignore him.

'Are you giving me the silent treatment, woman? In my world, you don't do that. Get back to the kitchen, woman.'

I hear him turn and leave off. My head's still down, focusing on my masterpiece that can make it or break it as a person. Writing's my passion; I can't see anything better or more enjoyable in it. It's probably why my maths results are rather lacking, now I think about it.

To me, people like him get on my nerves. He even makes fun of my name. Seriously, what's wrong with 'Rose'?

'Oh, if you want me to be happy, give me a Rose. Then, I'll be satisfied.' Nate's voice trails across the school grounds to reach my ear. I look up, he winks, and I put my head down again.

I think it's okay to say that my life sucks.

--

Criticise and say if it's good or bad; and best of all, THINK UP OF A TITLE.

I'm planning to get a Fictionpress later on, so yeah.

I dunno, I'm just bored, so I'm posting.

This post shall go on about nothing, and won't make sense. So don't bother reading it unless if you're that bothered.

Anyway.

To do list:

- PD assignment. I have no idea how to do this. Rachel, please help.
- To hug my cousin. Again.

That's pretty much all.

I'm getting braces in July. Oh my goshness.

Or somewhere around there. They're gonna pull my teeth out. Oh dear. Does it hurt, I wonder?

I recently changed dentists. Again. And now I go all the way to Burwood to get my teeth checked. But this guy is really good. And Jessica Nguyen goes to him too. I like Viet people.

Gah. I'm so scared.

About anything and everything.

I dunno what I'm doing right now.

What AM I doing right now? Apart from the obvious. Like typing, breathing, pumping blood around the body, etc.

I guess for those random paedophilic stalkers out there, I bet they'd like to get an insight of a thirteen year old's mind.

Wait, am I thirteen?

Or am I still twelve?

Oh wait.

I'm thirteen.

I'm old.

And fat.

Well, not fat.

But okay sized.

Average.

I guess.

I dunno.

I want a pimple.

Teehee.

Bored. (:

I'm trying to write that June && Winter story again. But methinks I can't.

BUT ANYWAY..

Winter and June.

They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.

--

She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.

--



- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.

Bloo

Death

Their eyes
Glazed
Their face
Unfazed
And unblinking.
As time takes its
Toll
And they say
Goodbye
To their lives as they slowly
Fade away.
Goodbye,
To those who loved them.
Goodbye,
To those who cared for them.
Goodbye,
For eternity.

Bus Crash.

Like the title of this post so kindly says, this is about..

LA BUS CRASH AUJOURD'HUI.

Ok. We were on the bus to swimming, and we stop at the very first traffic light.

BOOM. I felt this sudden shock. I heard a few screams, and then realised something was obviously wrong. The glass was cracked.

'Don't panic!" the teachers yelled out. But their yells were unheeded, for there were cries of 'I'm too young too die!' (Most notably from Jessica Tan.)

We kept on driving for a short while.. And suddenly..

CRACK.

The glass window broke, and glass shards started to fall to the floor (from outside). we just had to stop.

The bus driver prodded the window with the stick and the rest of the glass fell out.

Then, I took a picture. :)

Well, we missed the much dreaded swimming where we had to do four laps of flutterby. (butterfly)

Au revoir~

Superbum.

A rhyming poem.

There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.

His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.

He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.

The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.

'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.

ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.

'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'

Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'

The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.

Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.

The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.

It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.

The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.

Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.

He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Predator just slumped dead there at his seat
Holding cards in one hand, and the other holding meat.




FINISHED

SORRY IT'S SO LONG












Bloo.

STORYTIME.

'I'm sorry my dear. Sorry you have to go.' The man pulls out a pistol and holds it to my temple.
I bet it's a .38 calibre pistol, since it's so big.
He pulls the trigger. He shoots.
He scores, obviously. It was held to my temple, anyway.
My head feels faint; my eyesight becoming more and more fuzzy by the second.
I feel like I'm falling into a never-ending pit of black flames. And the last thing I see? I see.. The face of the one.. Who killed me.

**

I'm scared.
Very scared.
I tentatively feel my right temple.. And I feel blood. If this was real, I'd be dead. But I pinch myself. And I'm awake, for sure.
I feel that bullet, lodged inside my skull. It stings when I touch it.
There was a sudden noise; but it's pitch black and I can't see anything. A torch falls to my feet, and I hold it. And look up, and see that greeting me, is a large, wretched being. A devil.
'Follow me. Together, we'll conquer the world. We'll kill everyone, then have that whole world to ourselves, and my followers.'
I'm starting to consider this..
Well, it's revenge. Against the man who killed me.
I stand up, and follow him into that dark abyss.

IN BLOOM.

I fell in love with this song, all those half a years ago..

I wish Kurt Cobain never suicided. :'(

For there would be a triumphant Nirvana, leading the music industry.. :'(

Instead of those new songs that are out now, no offence to them. So many of them sound the same. Like **** ***** and Day N Nite. (No, I'm not slanging, I think that's the actual song title.)

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE.

:)

It's fully SICKK.

YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME.

Sorry.

I'm on Bon Jovi mode right now.

:)

LIVIN' ON A PRAYER

Yes that's right.

Livin' on A Prayer.

About a fictional family. In it, Tommy and Gina.

Tommy used to work at the docks. The union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough.. So tough.

Gina works at the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her money, for love.. For love.

There you go. The first two lines.

IT'S MY LIFE. (No, not the stupid Glee one.)

Unlike the Glee one, this is a lot better.

My heart is like an open highway.



:D

A little change from posting up songs.

There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.

His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.

He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.

The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.

'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.

ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.

'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'

Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'

The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.

Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.

The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.

It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.

The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.

Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.

He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.





FINISHED

SORRY IT'S SO LONG












Bloo.

PAPER CUTS.

This isn't fully rocky..

This is a GRUNGEY!

:)

R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.. :(

I wish you didn't shoot yourself and have a cocaine overdose. ==