Rockstars

I’m blogging from school, not really blogging blogging, since the school banned blogger- so I’m just typing this out in word and saving it on my PSP until I get home. I’ve got about half an hour until my next uhhh engagement (It’s about 1:30pm now) and as per usual we all have tons to do but hardly feel like touching any of it.

Results for prelims are almost all in. And it is dismal. Dystopian even, if we take a closer look at it. Let’s just have the rundown and ignore the pleasantries.

History: S (A slight improvement, considering I did one qn that wasn’t taught)
Econs: U (A major disappointment, like how badly can one misinterpret?)
Lit: E (No surprises here, wasn’t expecting much either)
Math: U (Once again, no surprises)
GP: C (THIS is the killer)

Like WHAT? C for GP? That was like my only saving grace right out the window. Paper 2 surprisingly wasn’t the mortal blow but the real one-two came from paper 1. I went totally off tangent and neglected to argue out the essay like an essay. Question was “Singaporean youths of today are not ready for the real world” and you, my valuable readers, knowing me~ will have deduced that I had a field day engaging in one of my most passionate rants. Completely defunct of analysis or substantiated reasoning, thus a failing content grade. Add it all up and I get a poor C. Not even a high C but a low C. If I had wanted to cry, those tears had dried up hours ago even before they left their shell. *wiffle*

This brings you up to speed with my poor mood and extinguished enthusiasm for life.

Found this song via radio. It’s just very amusing to me- go watch the MV, and then you’ll understand. (Clarifier, I’m in no way advocating such a lifestyle nor do I endorse such a dream)

Nickelback – [[Rockstar]]

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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Doesn’t quite glorify rock stars the way it seems to ne? <3

Chest physically tangibly aching and hurting.

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