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Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Original Emo Kid

Trust me, I've been waiting to type that for a looooong time now.

"Why?", you ask. Because I didn't have anything to back it up until now, that's why!

Let me take you back to an idle afternoon in 1995.

A 5-year-old child has a craft knife and a used up roll of cellophane tape in her hands. Nobody knows how or where she managed to get those two items. There is not a single person in sight, her actions are safe from prying eyes. She crawls under the long rattan settee in the living room and after contemplating the knife and the roll of used-up tape, starts to cut something, slowly and carefully. The only sounds that can be heard are the whirring of the ceiling fan above and somebody moving around in the kitchen.

After a while, the child stops cutting and crawls backwards out from under the settee. Carefully holding her hands away from her body, she slowly and carefully climbs up the stairs to the master bedroom. Looking around, she spots somebody sitting at the writing table in the corner and trots over to that person. She holds up a thumb, red and dripping with blood, all without saying a word or making any sound.

The woman at the table turns around and an expression of shock crosses her face, and lets out a small cry. Only then does the child let out a wail and lets the waterworks flow, as the pain from the cut registers in her mind.

So yeah, I was the original emo kid with a knife in her hands and blood all over her fingers.

And this is what that particular thumb looks like now.

So, remember kids, don't play with any knives or blades without parental supervision!

I couldn't resist throwing in some "emo quotes" I found off the internet. LMAO
Oh, here's the icing on the cake - the Chinese music industry's "Emo Song of the Year" (as voted by moi and her acquaintances)!

Tank - 如果我变成回忆

如果我变成回忆 退出了这场生命
我冰冷身体 拥抱不了你
想到我让深爱的你 人海孤独旅行
我会恨自己 如此狠心

如果我变成回忆 终于没那么幸运
没机会白着头发 蹒跚牵着你 看晚霞落尽
若有人可以 让他陪你

如果我变成回忆 最怕我太不争气
顽固的赖在空气 霸占你心里 每一寸缝隙
连累依然爱我的你 痛苦承受失去
这样不公平 请你尽力 把我忘记


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