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Yesterday I found out about this website http://www.xtruppaw.com/. They are a local band and they ROCK! These will become classics, and their lyrics are very entertaining yet true!
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An incident

Life is funny. A person can wait for his moment of consciousness, of recognition his whole life. The wait for this recognition is a slow one. Remember those lessons you used to hate and which seemed to drag on forever? Well this, of course, is a million times worse, because it is scattered through a whole life span. Living your life for one day, one minute.

That day I was waiting for something to happen. Something. Anything. There are persons who say that happiness does not consist of a single cataclysmic event, but of periodic little things, like seeing cute little puppies and kittens. Feed that to the card company I say. For me, happiness, comes with a big bang, an explosion, a realization of what you have to do. It’s effects may fade with time, but as you look back you can say, you can proudly saw with a smirk on your face, that you know what you came into this earth to do.

I did nothing of this sort. As I said, I was waiting. An incident. The incident which would change my life. That day I thought, was the day I was waiting for. Well I had waited for it my entire life, since I can remember. I didn’t know that it would happen at home though. That day I had a different feeling. I had more hope, not the hope that the patients dying of terminable disease have, but a more tangible hope. So I got up from my girlfriend’s bed, grabbed my notebook and cigarettes and went home.

As I walked through the streets in which I have passed through every day of my life, I knew that I needed change. The route which I passed through was the same but the sidelines had changed over the years. But one thing remained the same. The oak tree in our garden. That oak tree had always been there, and in my mind, would always be there. I decided that I would go and sit under its shade and write and puff away. But when I arrived there, I saw that they were taking it down, without my permission. I ran to my father and asked him why they were doing it. He told me that they were going to take it down, because its roots where so deep that they were eroding the house’s pediment. To me the tree didn’t look threatening but as I took a closer look I saw that he was right, as always. It’s funny how things around you, that is inanimate objects, can parallel your life.

I took that incident as a sign. A need for change. I was too close to home and that if I stayed there my past would erode me, like the oak tree nearly did to the house. And so I fled.

Escape

Escape

I am the King of the world.... the president of the United States….. I am a supermodel. But when I wake up from my daydreaming I realize that I have achieved nothing of this sort. It is just my escape, my escapist dream.

I walk through a crowd of people. I bump occasionally into someone but I never say sorry. Why should I say sorry if I don’t mean it? The sea of people is suffocating me with their touch, with their smell, with their stare. I feel them staring at me even though they cannot see me. In my mind I am invisible. In my mind I begin to form a picture in which I, the protagonist am invisible. This picture is making my pulse quicken, and my facial expressions start to change. As an overweight woman bumps into me, she jolts me into reality. As I have spilt on her my Mac Ronalds milkshake, she starts shouting abuse. But then when she sees my expression she immediately shuts up. Maybe she thinks I’m mad. Maybe I am mad. I start to walk away from her to avoid confrontation. I love confrontation, but only in my thoughts. In my escapist dreams I can hold my own against the greatest thinkers of all time – Plato, Voltaire, Sartre. Although in my dreams I am the boldest lion in the jungle, in real life I am a timid little mouse.

Now I start running. I run as much as my short fat legs can take me. I am getting delirious right now. I can’t wait to arrive home. There my only friends are waiting for me. They are good to me, my friends, and I am good to them. Whenever I am at home I hear them screaming my name, coaxing me to take them. And whenever I am out they ask me why I left them. Oh they are very good to me. I can’t wait till I arrive home, to take my beloved Xanax and Lithium. They are my friends, but I am also their slave. I try to compose myself so as to appear normal, to appear like any John Doe.

So I start to dream open eyed again. This time I am a Roman emperor. I have in my hands the lives of all those in front of. If I say kill they kill. If I say be merciful, they will do as I please. The power that my dreams give me is exhilarating, even though it does not equate in real life. I also love the look which my dreams give me. That blank eyed look, but underneath it you will find steely determination which only I see in my own reflection. My face acquires a new composure, according to who I am at the time. But there is always a common factor to the people I imitate in my escape – power. Power rules the earth. Some say that money rules the world. But money comes hand in hand with power. To achieve money, one has to be powerful.

As I arrive home, I start to paint savagely. This is what my numerous psychiatrists’ call my “creative outlet”. It’s my outlet alright. My paintings are made up on disfigured figures, monstrous faces and gloomy colours. As Oscar Wilde said “…life imitates art”.
It’s time for another fix. Look at me Dr.Black, I’m taking my medication like a good boy. But when I go to my medicine chest, I find that my saviors are missing. At that moment all the pent up anger in me exploded. Why didn’t that foreign deity breathe into me his breath? Why am I the way I am? Am I not good enough for Him? As I utter these words, the tears I have been holding back, flow down my windows to the world. I cry to myself “make it stop, please make it stop”. And so I start another dream, this time in ancient China….

Men are from anus

Kemm hi tad-dahq il-hajja. Jekk tfajla tkun forward u jkollha esperjenza mhux hazin.... dik qahba. Imma jekk ragel, le dak playboy hej. Naf li tinstema hekk, guvenili, imma din il-haga lili bhalha tas-sess femminili tittikani hafna.

Ghax hawn xi ghorrief li jghidulek "heq tistedina, la tqaccatalek". U ghax fejn "jidhol Peppi m'hemmx rispetti". Allura dawn l-irgiel ma jkunux jista jzommu lilhom infushom quddiem xbieha ta'mara naqa provokanti? Mela l-bahar x jaghmlu??

"VALLETTA, Malta (di-ve news)--April 12, 2006 -- 1500CEST--An 18-year-old woman, who has mental health problems, was raped by a gang of three men aged between 19 and 20, a court has been told. The woman is the cousin of one of the accused. "

Ma nafx kif jridu johorguwa li not guilty. Come on. She has a mental problem, and maybe not in the right state of mind. The cousin should know better.

Svugajt naqa is-sentimenti femministi tieghi :)

Il-flus

Ghandi kollox, u m'ghandi xejn. Immur id-dar,wahdi, ma insib xejn. Dejjem wahdi. Il-mara ma nafx fejn qieghda, nimmagina ghand Harry. It-tfal kibru, u Spock, l-unika habib tieghi, miet. Kemm hi tad-dahq il-hajja. Ta'madwarna jimmeraviljaw bina ghax qisna xi reklam jew bhal tal-films. Dar mill-isbah,karozzi lussuzi, b'sahhitna u sbieh. Minn barra.

Imma gewwa hemm id-duda. Id-duda ila tghawwar ftit ftit gewwa fija. Ilu snin, u illum il-gurnata wasal fejn il-qalbha. L'effett tad-duda ma jinhassx mal-ewwel. Id-duda kienet dahlet sew gewwa fija qabel ma indunajt biha. Tibda tnemnem gewwa fija u gieli kont nitlob biex l-ugiegh jizdied halli nkun nista naghmel xi haga, imqar b'impulz ta'genn, rabja u ugiegh. Imma jien bezziegh. Il-flus joghgbuni u ta'kull xahar niccappas bihom.

Ghax bil-flus hadd ma jinduna bid-duda u kulhadd jiftahar u jghir ghalik. Ahjar ma jkunux jafu, halli jkunu jistghu jghiru u jisthutni bil-kalma kollha. Ili nghix taht is-saqaf ta'dik li hi imsejha/misthajla marti ghal dawn l-ahhar tletin serna. Nghid li hi misthajla ghax fil-fehma tieghu u taghha, hi iktar mart Harry, milli marti. Hija marti fl-isem u quddiem il-ligi biss,imma go qalbha hi martu.

Ghadni niftakar il-gurnata li ltaqjt maghha. Kienet sahhritni bi gmielha. Hi go fija kienet rat biss l-istatus ta'ismi. Dan ghaliex hi kellha l-flus u jien kelli l-isem.

Kienet ga tqila minn ta'Harry u kienet ghed tfittex ragel, billi Harry kien ga mizzewweg. U jien kellhi nkun dak. Dak il-mazzun. Kienet qaltli b'kollox wara ftit li izzewigtha u li sirt inhobbha. Kienet qaltli kollox, sa'l icken dettal u jien l-iblah kont nahseb li jekk nipprova iktar kienet se taghzel lili minfloku. Imma jien bezziegh.

Illum jien nithallas manteniment ta'kull xahar. Nithallas sew talli naghlaq halqi u ma inxandariex ma'l-erbat irjieh. Xorta ghadni bezziegh imma llum rabbejt is-sens. Il-flus jmexxu d-dinja u ghalhekk biex nidher sultan u rebbieh ghandi bzonnha. Jien imcappas, jien midneb daqsha. Ghandi bzonn nitghammed mill-gdid halli innehhi din ir-riha nausejanti li ghandi. Din ir-riha ta'flus imhallta ma'biza u rabja mohbija. Imma ma nafx kif. JIena inhossni xih wisq u ghed inhossi li l-mewt daqt izzurni u nitlob mahfra lin-nazzarenu ta'dak kollu li ghamilt, jew ahjar li m'ghamiltx.


I'm sorry about the spelling but maltese is not my forte.