'Steal our mohawks,
steal our studbelts,
They got no originality,
Trying to steal our style.
Now they go jamming,
I dont know wat they play.
They cant be playing techno,
cause that music is for gays.'
i was struck down by the impact of his "illest rhymes" because if destructive rancor was his left hand and calm, 'modernist'- influenced lyrical composition his right.. he was ambidextrous in delivery. I had no choice but to be swayed by his powerful words which reasonate deep within my soul like how you would feel stroking yourself while listening to Evanescence..
He had succeeded in making me his follower, with his tousled, shoulder length hair, somewhat Bohemian goatee and the electric guitar he lugged around while listening to Linkin Park's 'Papercut' on his mp3 player, he represented, to me.. the transcendence into maturity that will aid us in our "progressive society".
I learnt the art of acting cool and looking emo through him, until i realised that these people were all the same.. especially with the people they criticise..

I practised my 'muka emo' religiously
If the myriad of concepts or trends such as 'abang abang mod' and all this tappered crap were religions that people eagerly subscribe to, they would all be denominations of one particular faith = bullshit. The same kind of bullshit that u see when tae-kwon-do classes invade street soccer courts which are the only places kids can go to now they have installed nails at the void decks of flats to discourage soccer and ultimately ..FUN...
TOTALLY WAH PIANG EH!!!!
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