Again, EMO Logic

They Said EMO's Are The Romantic Type, Friggin' True

Just Some EMO Logic

Sometimes Emo Is Just About Being Emotional

If That Ain't Love Then I Don't Know What Love Is

Welcome Home Adam. This Is Where You Truly Belong

Take What's Mine

The moment you realise that you're an old stud is when you have a dream that you are willing to follow. just some childish dream "I Wanna Be A Doctor" such, but the real deal, the one that you decided to make a career off. Yes, I'd turned 22 last few day, and I've set a goal for myself and I'm willing to push for it. It take me around 21 years to figure it out, and at last I'm fucking sure about what I wanna be, am ambition you might called it. Well, I'm not getting any younger so I just might really push for this one. the secret this time, really work you ass off instead of having a dream and just daydream about it. Well, Maturity doesn't come by sliding.

You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?

This is not the life I would have chosen for myself. Had I been given the opportunity, I promise you, this fate of mine have been different. I would work hard and maybe even wrestle up enough money to get a proper education. With an education i could get a real job, sustain a family, and even have a privilege of dying in my sleep of either sickness or old age. But such thought can only lead to heartache and regret. I must especially forget my mother, because remembering her sends a surge of guilt through me.

What i must remember is how to properly hold a rifle, unless i yearn for more scars across my back. The whip lashing is still fresh in my memory. After delivering the sharp blows, the tall man pressed my blood-sodden back up against the wall and whispered gruffly in my ear, "Don't you dare tremble while holding the shotgun again. Such umanliness and cowardice could lead to you missing your target."

With that, he yelled crudely to my senior to mend my wounds. He later handed me a cup of water. I drank it down faster than a bullet that killed my father, and proceeded to close my eyes and rest. Less than an hour later, I was awakened by a long cane striking my feet and I was ordered to work once again.

I find myself overwhelmed by an irrational confidence, a completely illogical assurance that I would be victorious against whoever it was I was now being up against. perhaps there's are the first few traces of a man's delusional attitude, his belief that he can conquer anything. But I am still a child, and too helpless in this cruel conspiracy and too damn weak to face the atrocities of war.

I hear the screams of my brothers, their cries loud and clear, some barely old enough to grasp the situation, let alone fight for survival. I remember holding my brother of seven years old in my arms, and grasping in horror as I realised that his food has been sliced clean off. I waited by his side till he died.

Everyday, i lose a few dozen friends, but I never grow lonely, for their replacements come in like pig for slaughter. How myself, am still alive can only be answer by God. That is, if I am going to heaven though. I've killed 20 men in self-defense, but never in cold blood. I have yet to grow strong enough to kill without conscience.

Some men have achieved the psyche required to kill without mercy. I know such a man, and i don't know how he lives with himself knowing that everyday he sends countless innocent children to their deaths. I have only seen him once, preaching to another man about his strong faith in God and his honourable values. But what honour is there in sacrificing children, some of whom are just beginning to emerge from childhood, for such brutal and horrific demises? He is as an impulsive liar and a great great hypocrite.

I have already accustomed myself to the truth, that despite my hopes and dreams of a happy life I am cursed to die some day soon, if not tomorrow. the truth being that one day I will be killed in a most violent fashion possible and have no one to weep for me, for all my family is dead.

My name is "Baby Face Killer". I am 13 years old. I've seen more people die in my lifetime than i know how to count. I live everyday knowing it could very likely to be my last. My mother, when she was alive, always repeated a Ugandan saying "You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?" I remember this and for a moment I allow myself to believe that these crime against humanity will someday end, and that no matter how hard this man tries, the smoke will one day gather and stain the sky a deep grey, allowing all to know, all over the world, the living nightmare I face everyday.

THE END.

"In The Fight for Crime Against Humanity, I Pledge Myself In Support To Stop A Man Name Joseph Kony".

The Deadman Tour

The Streak 20-0 Undefeated At Wrestlemania

List Of Victims

Wrestlemania 7- Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka (1-0)

Wrestlemania 8- Jake Roberts (2-0)

Wrestlemania 9- Giant Gonzalez (3-0)

Wrestlemania 10- King Kong Bundy (4-0)

Wrestlemania 12- Diesel (5-0)

Wrestlemania 13- Sycho Sid (6-0)

Wrestlemania 14- Kane (7-0)

Wrestlemania 15- The Big Boss Man (8-0)

Wrestlemania 17- Triple H (9-0)

Wrestlemania 18- Ric Flair (10-0)

Wrestlemania 19- The Big Show & A-Train (11-0)

Wrestlemania 20- Kane (12-0)

Wrestlemania 21- Randy Orton (13-0)

Wrestlemania 22- Mark Henry (14-0)

Wrestlemania 23- Batista (15-0)

Wrestlemania 24- Edge (16-0)

Wrestlemania 25- Shawn Micheals (17-0)

Wrestlemania 26- Shawn Micheals (18-0)

Wrestlemania 27- Triple H (19-0)

Wrestlemania 28- Triple H (20-0)

Sometimes Emo Tells A Better Broken Heart Story

Flying High Always Seem Cool if You're Careless. The Truth Is It's The Most Painful Thing When You Drop Down And There's No Solid Ground. No! Scratch That! The Most Painful Thing Would Be Experiencing The Fall And Survived! If You're Die From The Fall, At Least Your Misery Had Reach Its End. If You Survive, Well You're Lived Up The Rest Of Your Pathetic Little Life As A Cripple, A Broken Things, A Unwanted Bastard, and Yet Again There's Nothing You Can Do About It. I Guess That Life. It Make Your Wonder, Why You Choose To Take The Flight To The Blue Sky In The First Place. Just Saying.

Believe It or Not, This Is Actually A Love Story.

p/s-The Girl Who Stole My Heart, The One That Got Away.

"Its Like If I Told You That You Can Sit Anywhere Except For This Chair"- Ted Mosby

"You Don't Know What You Got Till Its Gone"..

I Guess Is More Like A Slapped To My Face Since I Don't Really Believe This Words. The Same Rules Apply When Someone You Like Is Been Approach By Someone(Its Even Worst When Its Your Friend That Make The Move), While You Have The Whole Time Before To Do So, But Did Nothing. Why? Yes I Admit, I'm Being A Coward To Make My Move, But Experience Taught Me A Lot. Grabbing Things That I Want Always Resulted A Pain In My Ass. So Yes, I Chose To Sit Quietly In the Corner, Letting Her Vulnerable For The World To Have A Go At Her. Maybe Its Better That Way Since I Just Like To Fantasize About Happiness Instead Of Making It Happen For Real. One Thing About Fantasy Is That You Can Always Snapped Back Into Reality When Things Gone Wrong, But In Reality, What Ever Happened, Happened. Yes, That's The Chance That I'm Not Willing To Take. So, Here I Am, Wishing That He Will Never Win Him Over, Wishing Upon The Airplane To Grant My Wish. Silly? Yes, But Its Save, And I Like To Play It Save. Broken Heart Do Not Suit Me Well

p/s- Hey Bro, Get Your Hand Off My "Girl"

"F", You'll Always Be The One That Got Away

Band- Hawthorne Heights

Song- Screen Writing An Apology

Album- The Silence In Black And White

She called last night, still waiting for a reply.

This static contact, pulling us apart.

Please hang on tight, I see you through the night.

NOW!

You have me still because I'm breathing,

Although it has slowed down.

Please don't cry because I'm leaving.

I hope I see you soon.

Exchange the sunshine for brown eyes and dark skies,

Replace this dull life, with you.

I know it's tomorrow, she's waiting, for something to feel alive.

You know, me too well,

She's sorry and I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black.

You're acting all this out again.

Just wake me when it's over, when the curtains raise,

It's time, to move on.

Exit now, credits rolling, the girl who stole my heart.

The one that got away (one that got away)..

You know, me too well,

She's sorry, I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black.

You're acting all this out..

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

You have me still because I'm breathing,

Although it has slowed down.

Please don't cry because I'm leaving.

I hope I see you soon.

You know, me too well,

She's sorry and I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black (FADE-TO-BLACK!).

You're acting all this out, again

p/s- You'll Always Be The One That Got Away. Happy Engagement!

Stature Of An Beautiful Angel

You're Within My Sight Yet Far Out Of Reach

Maybe All You Want Are For Me To Make A Seize

I Guess I Am A Coward Since All I Do Is Sit Idle By

All I Know For Sure Is That You Are An Angel That Fall Out Of Sky

Because Of That I Know I Am Not Someone Worth Your Stature

Here I Am Wishing You Hear My Roar Which Screaming "I LOVE YOU"

Day Of Reckoning, No More

March 12 2012. Here I am Sitting my ass down in class pretending that I'm here whole heartedly to study and learn something new. yes, my whole physical head-to-toe is here in Lab2 Menara SAAS listening to my lecturer babbling about something in between language and communication. Boring? There no question about it. Is Monday, A day that I used to called "Day Of Reckoning" awhile back. How my Monday turn to something that I hate? Maybe I'm still getting used to this whole new, "I-Wanna-Learn-Something" life experience. Well, ask me again in 2 and half year. Peace out hombre

aCe+ Shitload #18

"If You Can't Make The Person You Like LOVE You, Make Her HATE You. It's A Lot Easier."

aCe+ Shitload #17

"Its Hard To Be True To Others, Its Even Harder To Be True To Yourself"

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"A Funny Thing About Being Followers Is That Without Followers, Who Will The Leader Leads?"

aCe+ Shitload #15

"Im In Tough Position To Make Hard Decision"

Fact Ain't Fact Without Stats

The sky ain't always blue as most people seems to view it. the thing is, that's reality. full of clouds, surprises such storms always come knocking by when we least expected it. and again, that's life. If we can't accept that, well we better off jumping from 50 storey building. well, that is the best place of to view the sky for the perfect vision. well, I have a solution for this stupid problem. don't ever, ever aim for the sky because the stats are stake against us, so just aim for the stars then. problem solved. at least if i fall, i'll be cruising on the sky of blue. just saying. peace out bro!

Journal Of A Bastard

Dear Diary,

Cripple, Bastard And Broken Is My Middle Name

Not A Gentle Stuffed Animal, Or Circus Freak Well-Tamed

I Am A Smug That Shoot For The Skies But Have A Terrible Aim

And Once I Fire, Words Wrongly Pronounce, Things Shatters, And It’ll Never Be The Same

Dear Diary,

Say What You Want As I Am Cold-Hearted

My Action Reflects Otherwise As I Am Hard-Headed

Pouring Out All Wrong Things That Shouldn’t Be Heard

Forgiveness Hard To Come By When All The Mistakes Had Absurd

Flawed Acts Are Just Another Killjoys Play In My Creed

As I Am A Man Of Many Words But A Man Of Few Deeds

A Sour Apple From A Beautiful Tree, But The Blame Is Not On The Seed

Maybe Someday I’ll Embrace Before Death Comes Knocking And Say Its Greet

Full Of Hatred, That’s How I Live, As Time Passed By

Flashing Back Into Bitter Memories And Still Couldn’t Find Any Goodness Cries

All I Ever Did Find Was Crimes That Went Profoundly Unconfessed

Call Me A Pariah, Call Me An Asshole, Yes, All I Am Was A Mess

Dear Diary,

Maybe Someday The Table Will Turn And I’ll Be A Changed Man

None Of That Will Become Reality As Long As My Heart Still Full Of Sands

Sands That I’d Collect As Simple Dust, One For Every Sin

Till Then, I’ll Held My Head High, Enduring This Awful Pain

Perhaps I Am Forever Destined To Be An Unwanted Bastard

A Man With Ni Real Riddance, Only Life Full Of Curse

Payback Is A Bitch, What Goes Around Often Come Back To Hunt

Soul-Searching In My Life Had Always Been A Case Of Low And Grunt

Will The Day Ever Gonna Come For Me To Turn My Fortune?

Never I Guess As My Soul Still Fuel On Dark Black Fumes

Fumes That Darkens My Heart For It Is A Fuel Of My Survival

As I Am Still Hook On It, I’ll Never Reach The Point Of My Gracious Revival.

aCe+ Shitload #14

Thinking About Doing Something Morally Wrong Is Not A Mistake, Yet, It Is Call "Conscience Kicking In"