RUBBISH. UTTER RUBBISH

YK nd thursday,
presents
A compilation of ranting.
Rubbish, Trash and random Lamenting.
ok Peop, Thx for Readin.

Hello,
u confused fellow,
let me take u into a world,
a world where chaos Twirls,
A world sick enough,
Mad enough to make u hurl.
a world wit desions made,
a world, a struggle with fate,
a world wit God in Heaven,
a class named 127.

I'm sick, in the mind.
Insane.. One of a kind.
Freaky, at the same time picky,
I tink billy's excited,
at a light thats flicky
Hey my life is gettin bleaky,
Coz of this damn raps,
Sick of pretending to be some blacky
Make my name Dicky,
Sick of bein YK,
AsCOTthursday,
He aint no longer Satanic anyway,
Back to christ he says,
But will he stay?

I mean the block test was bad,
I didnt study
dont get me wrong
I didnt blog coz i was bored
Bored of blogging
Bored of talking,
Bored of answering messages that really mean NOTHING.
Bored of slitin my wrist,
Watchin my blood clotting,
Bored of writin my rhymes,
Bored of being emo all the time,

I'm sick, in the mind.
Insane.. One of a kind.
shit i already wrote this,
Its the same line,
I tink goin after them wasnt blind,
Really, I tink both of em r real fine.
u peop shouldnt be so emo really,
chill. no matter what happens to u peop,
i got it worse, so if u r readin this,
u can come lament wit me on my tagboard.
OH WAIT I DONT GOT NO DAMN TAGBOARD.
Coz i sick of the ROT,
i see there,
With all the STARES,
With all the glares,
DAMN NICE.
LiKE STEAMED RICE AND DAMN PASSERBYs.

PEOP LOVE ME,
BUT MOSTLY THEY HATE ME.
coz i'm arrogant.
the damn pride, the size of !@#$ing elephant.
The hate me coz YK's HORRIBLE LOOKING!
LATE FOR SKOOL WIT WEE PUNK LOOKING.
BUT Me Thursday, making fun at peop's expense
i mean damn.
I just did a whole song nd made no sense








thx for readin my junk

yijie: What i Once Was

As i closed my eyes and thought. i was myself evolve so much in the pass 6 mths. i'm turning.. i can tell.. slowly.. back to this monstrosity... What i Once Was..
People change.
do u find it strange.
i was like this once,
i smoke, i swear,
i hate, i stare,
i sin, didnt care,
i worshiped the devil,
with a Satanic flare,
only diff is,
which i am proud to say,
i used to cut myself,
but i never did it again today.
As i looked at the mirror and stared at AsCOT's eyes,
is this guy i see,
the real me i wanna be?
someone, wit no remorse,
no pity.
i'm sorry for wad i did jess.
it was so wrong.
i aint any longer the freaky halfwit who rhymes, does dumb tings and laughs about it.
I'm now vengeful, dark, emo, hated, Sad and morbit.
i feel aint just yijie anymore,
I'm also, YK,
and this AsCOTthursday.
I hate wad i've become,
Y hav i turned so numb.
i regret it now.
And i will turn back somehow.
The AsCOTthursday 2007
Leavin Satanism so i can gotta heaven

I removed the tagboard too...
1. coz i'm afarid of flamin
2. i figured i gave too much of a shit wad peop around me tink.
thats why i changed to this.

\anyway. Thanks for readin my junk

AsCOT: What doesnt kill u sometimes makes u wish it did.

I start to ponder,
as my holidays waste away,
i start to wonder,
with every passing day.

u see, As i was running,
i got hit by two motorbikes two days ago,
one after another.
the pain was unbearable,
And as it collided,
i watched my life flash by.
what hav i accomplished?
dont get me wrong,
it not that i want to die,
But in my current state,
sometimes existing,
makes u wanna cry.
As the bikes knocked me over,
i shut my eyes,
N readied my self for whats about to happen.
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I shut my eyes,
And felt the impact's weapon.
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I shut my eyes,
and wondered if i could make it to heaven,
I WAS GOING TO DIE.
I fell backwards as pain flooded my ribs,
and blood spilled from my veins,
My head collapsed on to this cold hard road,
I opened my eyes.
The bike hit me,
and i fell.
I was bleedin,
I could tell.
I was alive,
I skipped death's bell,
I was back in this body,
back in hell.

I survived.
The same way i took everything that got thrown at me by life before
I stared at the night's sky,
and wondered if i could still take anymore.

" r u alright?"
asked the bagadashi worker,
the one tat knocked me down.

"yeah."
i replied,
with a face that wore a frown.

I got up and continued runnin,
Though i was bleedin,
The guy stared at me,
But i started speedin.

U peop would not know how it feels like,
The way u look death in the face,
The way u get hit by a bike.

Isit the same as rushin into a fire?
when the situation is dire.
inorder to save yr mom u rush in head on?
I don noe. FUCK it... lets do it with don.

yijie: The Dark Dark Walls..

As i opened my weary eyes,
Lookin at the Dark Dark Walls,
And as i muttered every line.
I looked in to the mirror,
To clear my badly twisted mind.
The guy who stared back,
Thursday looked ready to crack,
It ends tonite,
He said,
The day it all died.

Its pointless i replied,
I have lost all will to fight.

YK u suck.
U screw up and blame yr luck.

Shut up.
It aint my fault at all,
Is it my fault if everyone wants me to fall?

YK, trust me u will succeed never more.

FUCK!
as i shattered the mirror all over the floor

The immense hate that filled
these empty Dark, Dark Walls,

"never more" He said again
My my brain churned to form new pain.
The same pain that seemed to drive me insane.
she hates me.
Or at least does not like me or thursday.
Today is special,
But i'm not wishin happy bday.
It will end tonite.
Like he said,
the day it all died.
I will not give her this call.
I was lost,
Between These Dark Dark Walls.

"Never more" He repeated.
As the blades of the night cut me,
And i bleeded.
My whole life,
I have never failed this badly.
have all i hav done so far just be folly?
Am i just a screwup in reality?
Or r these just words of my split personalities.
what will life after her have install?
Questions,
As i sat alone in these Dark, Dark Walls.














ok. 127. This is my highly anticipated reply. i already said i don hate all of u, just a number. I want to thank the taggers and the person who typed the speech in the class blog which had disappeared for some reason. anyway, u peop r not the peop i hav problems wit. i noe u guys mean well though. i reli don noe wad else to say so i will end here.

thx for readin my junk.

Public service announcement

I got somethin to say. I just realised who prank called me, and its not the click that i thought it was so sorry. i just flamed the wrong peop. pai sei, as for tat prank calling idiot whose name i will not mention, amber kindly TELL ME u prank called next time u prank call me. thank u amber much appreciated.

yijie: Miss Leong

Alot of people ask me... What do i miss in marist stella.. Nothin.. Nothin is left there for me.. My friends have moved on, I had no feelings for the school, I hated my life there. I hate the teaching staff.. no,,,.. I hated almost all of the teaching stuff.. all but one.. But she left.. Up till today i still remembered her death, i upseted her, and i hated myself for it. Maybe thats y today, i still remain this morbit. Miss leong.. I'll miss u. This poem is 4 u...

My drinkin habit caused it to happen,
As i brought wine to school to play,
i didnt mean for it to happen,
how did things turn out this way.
As i looked back on the biggest regret of my life,
I really dont know what to say.
the very way u left me,
on my 15th birthday.
Y did u have to go?
it was so sudden,
i never really healed from that blow,
as my soul remained burdened.
was it the heart attack that wendy told me,
or was the cause of yr death really just me?
I'm really sorry,
i didnt mean it,
i would hav given anything,
for a chance to change it.
as i go to yr urn tear after tear,
i'll ponder,
how u once told me god will take u to havean,
Clear after Clear,
right now though,
i tink i hav made god mad,
fear after fear,
that i wont see u again in eternalty,
coz i maght be goin to hell,
but i'll miss u lots
dear after dear,
day after day,
month after month,
year after year.
i regret not apologising when i had the chance,
i hope u noe just how i feel.
if only u stayed a little more,
dear teacher,
the only lady i adore,
i'll keep my word about not drinkin,
though i may start smokin,
and i might be addicted to panadol pills,
but dont u worry,till the end,
i'll miss u still...

AsCOT:Hard Falls and Prank Calls(i left yr name out)

U tink I am a sore loser?
I tink u're a loser for calling me a loser.
In fact u're just some fuckin poser
Using wad i once told to u
Just so U can bring yr friends closer
In fact liking u was an error,
it seems so stupid now,
It's utter terror,
When People stare,
with all this rumors,
spreading in the air,
"Hey u noe yee kiat?
he like me before leh.
Dont tell anyone k"
Dont spread?
Dont act an angel,
WAIT......
Wad rhymes with angel
Oh yes her name is racheal
I wanna use vulgarities
To describe your atrocities.
can u blame me?
Its ez to see,
U'r not exactly pretty,
U'r not exactly nice,
I dont like u anymore,
and that isnt a lie.
U spread words bout me round,
U make me wanna cry,
I hoped u apologise,
Nah I'll wish u just die.
U get to spread it round,
so why cant i?
Stop callin my phone
U !!@#$
and fuckin leave me alone.