time

Today was the athletics carnival for our school. a time for all the fast people to show off their skills. a time for nerds to play their Nintendo DS. a time for fat people to do shot put. a time for hectics to drink a little. yes it's a blissful time, but most importantly it's a time for all these people to shine. because there's only one of these times every year.
It was time for me to compete as well but unfortunately i fell short. i failed my shot put. i failed my 200m. i failed my 100m semis. but even though i failed time and time again. at least did something with my time. i spent my time with friends. even if that meant an unhealthy dose of chicken. even if it meant endless hands of five hundred and mahjong. then again it's always mahjongtime.com. because there's only one lifetime you get.
As my mum rages at me to go sleep, with only five minutes of time left. i spend it with you.

just dance

So as some people know i have regular dance sessions with a certain person who's got "two left feet" and today an ex-dancer came up to us after shocked by my friend's skills. he had a very important lesson to teach. dance was not only about strength, agility and balance, it was about attitude and belief. of course he wanted my friend to show off his skills but being a modest person, my friend decided it was best he didn't.
This got me thinking. he was right. once you have the right attitude and just believe in yourself, it doesn't matter about how fat and slow you might be, you'll just be able to dance.
Much like life. with the right attitude and belief, anyone can dance. whether it be hip-hop, contemporary, b-boy or really badly in one's room.
As a wise man once told me: just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm.

live

It's a well known fact that most bands normally get fucked by drugs or some other way before a live gig or jam session. and this rings true to everything in general. to live you must get fucked. think about it.

For example some of the funniest (sometimes fun) things in my short life at least involve getting fucked one way or another. it may be because i drank so much i spewed in a bucket (it never ended trust me do not try it even though you will anyway). the all-nighters pulled with the fellas time and time again (which at about 4am the topic of conversation always seems to drift to retarded stuff like religion and the universe).
Even the other day i was talking to co-workers and they were remarking about how they got hammered at bondi beach. one dude was trying to pee on a seat but obviously another wouldn't let him. long story short, after a few pushes and shoves, he ended up stacking it (luckily not into his own pee) over the other guy screwing his ankle. despite banaged and a few days out of intensive exercise (i can hear certain uncoordinated people screaming yes) it was still one the best nights he's experienced. why? because to live you must get fucked.

Some deep people might even say that your life changes when you save a life, or are saved by someone. even though today it wasn't direct, i managed to save three lives by donating blood (which i advise all to do). but you know what, it really fucked me up for the rest of the day, but to live you must get fucked. and guess what, i saved three lives out of it.

By the way, the statement rings true literally.

late again

I find myself rushing, pumping my legs and for what? just to manage glimpsing the train as the doors close. of course, the first reaction is to blame: i begin to blame the damn fobs who stupidly blocked the way by trying to put tickets in the gate when all were open. then i realise that if that car had waited for me. then again, if i wasn't carrying so many books due to an english assignment (thanks to my teacher). maybe if my mum hadn't cooked such a large breakfast. possibly i could've just woke up earlier and hadn't slept late that night due to Mahjong, which i got addicted to because of a friend.
The blame game can continue going as it has for years amongst the world: its people, leaders and countries, or everyone can get their head out of their ass and realise everyone chose their own path. the real reason i was late today was because i fucked up but i accepted it.

teh journey grand opening

So let's face it, certain persons began blogging and i was what's the craze? and decided i should well investigate.
thejourney was already taken - probably by some girl who thinks shes all deep and stuff so i had to settle for tehjourney
DEEP STUFF ALERT:
It's not about the destination. or the band. or that crap song by Miley Cyrus. its not the sewage people make you believe. you can't find it in book stores in the section called despos (that we've all visited). you can not buy it, sell it, earn it, or lose it, but you can live it.
It's all about the teh journey.
A rough journey about up and downs, in and outs, black and whites, much like Katy Perry's song. cause it's not where you start, end up, pitt-stop, shake and bake at, no, it's all about the teh journey.
Excuse my lame pop references.