Archive for August, 2009

Who says metal is depressing?

Posted in Metal, Music on August 28, 2009 by Woodsmoke

Yes, it roars and shouts, but the lyrics aren’t the dire, depressing horrific mess that horrified parents make it out to be. Minus, of course, the kid swearing. But we’ll ignore it this once, for the awesomeness of this song. ;)

Rebirth Of The Temple

Wake up and rise to live another day
Put on your gloves to fight society
Sedate your fears and build your train of thought
Stand up for your beliefs and never stop

Pushing hard each day
Keep our individuality
Elevate your mind
Strength within is what you need to find

Pick up the pieces we all make mistakes
Rebirth of self esteem ignore whats fake
Move on, your not alone
Stay strong, do not lose hope

A straight list of gripes.

Posted in Issues, People on August 28, 2009 by Woodsmoke

1) With age comes wisdom. Why, then, did I see an OAP of at least 70/75 smoking at the bus stop? Also, it seems that if you don’t gain wisdom, you also don’t gain consideration. Smoking away, stinking up the place. I hate cigarettes, but you’d think an experienced person would know better. THEY ARE POISON. So WHY do people still smoke them???

2) Same bus stop, now aggravating children and a mother who wont control them. Children are born to be free, noisy, naive and innocent, not possessed of the cares of adulthood. I was such. They were not, however, born to use foul language, elbow and jostle people or to refuse to give up a seat for a disabled person (who was in obviously BAD pain!!). Kids. Everywhere. Like this. Why? Aim blame at parents, tv, trash like BB, soap operas, which all tell kids that since it’s ‘normal’ for kids to act like that, it somehow also makes it ‘right.’

3) It is USELESS trying to talk sense into religious zealots. No matter what evidence you have, no matter what science backs up your side of the argument, they will not listen. Something inside their heads says No No No. And it’s like bashing your head against a granite wall trying to change that. It makes me angry, but even more it makes me miserable. Sad. Sad for the blind faithful who are pulled along on those religious strings. I have a whole family full of Christian believers. If ever there were a black sheep in this clan, then baa baa that’s me. I prefer it my own way, I wont sacrifice my ideals just to fit in. But I’d rather they see sense. I’d be so much happier that way.

4) Everyday, normal gripe: I HATE housework. ;) I like tidying, organising… but doing the washing up, clothes washing, hoovering etc all week on my own, empty as the house is of all but me… YUCK. A housewife, I’ll never be. NEVERRRRR!! I’ll get rich and hire a maid. ;-p