Slay The Scene

i know how judgemental scene kids can be. they would’nt bat an eyelash when judging your dress sense, your piercings, body mods, and everything else, before labelling you as an “ah beng/ah lian”(commonly used term for ruffian in singapore), or a fellow “scene kid”(i.e. floppy/long and swept hair, band tee/electro tee, taste in extreme music). A random add on facebook can turn into a nasty rumour, for example, if person A adds person B, person B will start bitching to all of his/her friends about how much of a dick person A is, randomly adding people just because they’re in the scene, and so on, and so forth. Speaking of scene, i wonder how those narrow-minded scene kids can appreciate or even begin to comprehend the Zack-de-la-Rocha-esque messages which Matthew Lim of A Vacant Affair sends out during their gigs. I don’t proclaim to be a fan of that, but it just annoys to no end when those faggots who don’t understand that RATM politcal shit act like theyre some PHD holding fuckbags. They don’t even understand the meaning of stage presence, henceforth the extreme dislike for Ben Gloriously of Ikilledkenny, whose stage antics bring to mind a young Mitch Lucker, or Oliver Sykes. Then again, I am not a fan, because the former uses his band to pick ladies up. To put it simply, this scene is fucked

a year ago people in my school used to fight over what piercings to get. One guy hated another guy for piercing his cartilage. so simple, yet so ridiculous. They’d fight over who’d get a labret first, who’d get the snakebites, who’d get an eyebrow. Everyone told me to get a septum, a choice which i haven’t regretted so far. The reason: because i did it on my own accord, not because of those society fuckers. When i stretched my ears, every single motherfucker would tell me, “hey bro, you gonna get a blowout if you stretch too fast.” And guess what? those cockbags would lie about how long they took to stretch their goddamn ears so they could stretch faster than me! conniving, lying bastards. for those people who’ve criticized me over the years, i’ve got a quote from Matt Tuck of Bullet for my Valentine for you. LOOK AT ME NOW. It’s taken so long for you to see that I don’t need your approval

don’t you just want to transfer that perfect fantasy into reality, make it abit better. like adding colours to a tattoo with only black ink. we all want love and excitement and something else to look forward to the next day. we all want to feel as though the world revolves around us. we all want something else that makes us feel alive. all that said, where can we find what we are looking for?

i’ve just come to realise that i’m not who i make myself up to be, i’m not as strong as i say i am, i feel more about things than others. I used to think i was untouchable and i could’nt feel any pain or hurt or sadness but after all these months i’ve started to understand that i’m more human than i think i am

everytime you see the girl you like talking to one of your friends or another guy and telling him the stuff that you wish she told only you, it feels like getting a regrettable tattoo, or a papercut, or a stab in the arm. sometimes life feels perfect when you’re happy and all and you think that everyday will be a bed of roses to come. but at other times, you’re at the lowest point in life and you wish that those days behind had never passed, that those days had never started, that you’d never been born. but there is always light at the end of the tunnel

but don’t turn your back on the strongest crutch

tell me how to tell the girl that i like that i like her when shes in love with another guy

results are like paint that can be scratched off slowly from a surface, but takes slow, painful time, to finally clear off. I didnt get a strong academic foothold in my first semester, and i’m praying for a miracle, a good comeback, anything to allow for me to find success or satisfaction in life. I don’t wanna say, “I regret not doing this,” What I wanna say is, “even though I didn’t succeed, I still tried my best.”

I need something or someone to ease me

come back to me come back to me, this is the furthest drive from home
come back to me come back to me, you are the furthest drive from home


come back to me
i know i never said i loved you
and it’s been a long road
but the jewels at the end of the rainbow
theres something waiting
somehow i just know
don’t ask me how
just grab my hand and follow


i can bring you places
only if you let me
but some other dark corners
are better left alone
the hide and seek of early days
flashback in my mind
except that things have gotten racier
time by time by time


come back to me come back to me, this is the furthest drive from home
come back to me come back to me, you are the furthest drive from home



come back to me come back to me, i know i’m worse off all alone
come back to me come back to me, don’t ever leave me on my own


don’t leave me here
i could’ve never crawled back up
if i never had your hand
to hold and your eyes into which i glance
i wouldnt know the winding paths
the twist and turns so fast
i would have never kept up
i would have just let up

it has been a fucking amazing summer, i’ve made a hell lot of new friends, fallen in and out love, and maybe in again hehe. I’ve been to some amazing house parties and caused abit of trouble, pulled of my pants a couple times, stayed out almost everyday. BUT, its gonna have to end for a couple weeks, so i’m drawing the curtains shut. and going back to school.

sometimes i wish i have someone to hold when the tears are about to come, when everyone else judges, when negativity is thrown in my direction, when everyone else decides to rain on my parade. because i know that person won’t judge, won’t say anything that’ll make me hurt. I know that person will just hold me tight, and never let go

I see numerous stereotypes at clubs nowadays, be it body mod enthusiasts, scene kids, hardcore kids, popular kids, ticket sellers, etc. I see them in their various states, compromising so as to make more friends. TRANCE lovers can be overheard telling RnB lovers that they can’t stand the TRANCE music playing on a certain night because it is widely known that the lovers of the different styles of music in clubs have zero tolerance for the other genres of club music. I see HARDCORE KIDS, those who, once upon a time, swore to never club, happily “tecktonik-ing” away to trance songs. I see numerous scene kids with various forms of body modifications, looking as though they played in a metalcore band, answering questions such as, “eh bro, you listen to black dahlia murder anot?” with, “sorry bro, whats that?” I SEE FALSEHOOD and your continual quest for popularity

do you want to awaken the monster

sleeping in the darkest corner

do you want to awaken these monsters/these concrete pieces of memory/the hideous ones they hide behind/but we still breathe them as they sleep/nightmare, where did you get them teeth?/nightmare, create for me this rift/nightmare, i’m asking only if/because you never seem to leave

like how the flames lick the flesh/carrion ajar with naught but gash

the bridge burns as waves turn/simple scars can mark your crest

do you want to awaken the monster

sleeping in the darkest corner?

i didn’t have time to say goodbye

i didn’t have time to say, GOODBYE

GOODBYE

you are like the scar that hides beneathe/when the wound’s done its time and has to leave/the autumn colours turn to black/when all the rivers coat with ice/crimson scarlet call it whatever you may/eradicate these dying days/i want to leave like how doors open without sounds/i want to know that before i go down

because i rather live without/YOU ARE THE BANE THAT CALLS MY NAME

i dislike it when people criticize kids who hardcore dance to release anger, and i dislike it when kids hardcore dance to show off to their friends. i understand and i respect those who hardcore dance to show how into the music they are, and i respect those who are criticized for hardcore dancing, yet still do it. this is what hardcore is all about: living a life, and not giving a fuck

i always think that everything will turn out the way i want it to, fantasizing incredulous scenarios in my mind, hoping for happy endings. why am i telling myself to be an optimist when i know that things will turn out the exact opposite.

but don’t turn your back on the strongest crutch