Friday, 25 September 2009
SHIT
Holy fuck how drunk was I last night? I seriously don't remeber anything I wrote :S. I remembered that I wrote something, but wow. I wrote that much? Fuck... MORE BOOZE TONIGHT!!
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Alright, here it is (cunts)
Well ok, I feel inspired to write (thanks to george again for that, I've had way to much maths atm. I need some creativity!! Ok here we go... Its coming hang on, btw george, the councilor is ur mum, HAHA!) (btw this book is a work in progress, I'm working on it and may eventually try and publish it, let me know what you think) :
It's hard. Life's hard. Its normal to struggle with something (so i've been told), but its impossible to listen to the slow, steady but surprisingly reassuring voice of a student councilor. Its hard not to focus on the large, mature but firm breasts of a MILF, its possible, but apparently you need a degree in visual managment or something. Life is a path but, to the large majority of men, breasts are more interesting
Maybe path is the wrong word. Journey comes closer, a journey with swirls and twirls. I say twirls, I mean tits. You'd be surprised (perhaps more if your a woman) at how much men think about boobs. They are lovely, I'm sorry but its a fact of life. Big, round, bouncing, joyous objects in front of us tend to distract. Feminists (not that I have anything against them) need to realise that women are designed to attract penis.
And I say this in the best possible light, I mean, if I ever become a writer then I need to be PC. By that of course, I mean totally racist and sexist. To be popular nowadays, you need to fuck with peoples minds. To Fuck with peoples minds you need to have a fucked up point of view. I mean I, as a writer, personally think that Hitler was under-rated. Give it 4 years and Hitler will be back in the charts.
Come on. It doesn't get more fucked up than that. Hitler as a pop-artist. Fascism as a music genre. You must all be getting your moneys worth now. To be honest though, I really couldn't give a fuck. When it comes to money I've got one word for you; Parents. Its called being a young-un for a reason; mainly because I take all your money and spend it all UN booze.
If only the UN worked in the same way. Its very simple. Basically, all fines go to the UN. The UN then take all money and spend it on shit. Politics, you see, is very simple. I really don't know why I'm not president of the world. It perhaps comes down to the fact that I'm pissed all the time, and possible because certain information concerning a certain beverage has come to light. That certain beverage is currently under investigation.
Now you see children, it takes sack to say that your wrong. That much is obvious. HOWEVER, it takes FAR more sack to say that you are right and when it comes to changing the world; it takes serious sack. You see, here is the part of the book where many may disagree, but what follows is what I think the world needs/wants before the next ten years is up. It may seem that all I've been rambling on about so far is random shite that has been scattered on a board, picked up, discarded, shat up by a dove and then found by a hippy. That, my friends, is totally true, but that doesn't mean I can't write a book about it.
When I say the world needs to change, many will agree, but when I specify what I think needs to change, many will disagree. This, you see is the fundamental problem with discussion. As far as I see it, when you talk with someone who you agree with it is far more productive than talk with someone you don't agree with. While many individuals will chant the ability of democracy to include and represent, I while chant and worship the morals held by socialism. Do not for one second think that I am a communist, but I believe and support the belief that the world will be a better place when we all SOCIALLY come together and drink a bugger load of booze.
With that philosophy in mind, perhaps its now better to move on to my life. And speaking of life, perhaps the most interesting part of my life so far is love, and again, it takes suprising amounts of sack to say that. Especially when that love ends as soon as it starts. When something that changes your life is suddenly and unpredictably taken from you, it makes a harsh impact on you. You could sat that it influenced my to write this book, but you maybe wrong. It all depends on your interpretation of the events that follow.
Esentially; things in a relationship go brilliantly in the beginning. This is natural, but theres always the threat of things going wrong and approximately two or three weeks after the beginning of a relationship, this begins to happen. One of two things happen during this period; either the couple break up or things work themselves out and the couple continues. Well with me, more fucked up things happen.
Ignoring problems is never a good thing, and ignoring HUGE problems is even worse. When problems aren't faced, they brood, and when things brood, they worsen. Worse things are harder to deal with, and for me, they meant bad things. In the end BAD things did happen and the ending of these things maybe para-phrased by one word - shit.
This, for anyone who has gone through a relationship break-up is not suprising. I, however, was almost entirely to blame for these terrible occourances, partially because of terrible communication and mostly because of a complete ignorance of other people feelings. And so, the best part of my life ended.
Leaving the tidiom of that world for the moment, I would like to enter back into the political side of this fantastical, and amazing planet we call earth. For one; stop calling Liberal Democrates Lib Dems, it makes them sound cool, and lieing is not a good thing to do. (to be continued, because i'm fucking tired, btw, this story probably exlains more than i've every told anyone (except maybe daivd) about certain things, those things are obvious to those who know me (I've always wanted to write about my life and recent history is a big part of it) thanks for reading!)
It's hard. Life's hard. Its normal to struggle with something (so i've been told), but its impossible to listen to the slow, steady but surprisingly reassuring voice of a student councilor. Its hard not to focus on the large, mature but firm breasts of a MILF, its possible, but apparently you need a degree in visual managment or something. Life is a path but, to the large majority of men, breasts are more interesting
Maybe path is the wrong word. Journey comes closer, a journey with swirls and twirls. I say twirls, I mean tits. You'd be surprised (perhaps more if your a woman) at how much men think about boobs. They are lovely, I'm sorry but its a fact of life. Big, round, bouncing, joyous objects in front of us tend to distract. Feminists (not that I have anything against them) need to realise that women are designed to attract penis.
And I say this in the best possible light, I mean, if I ever become a writer then I need to be PC. By that of course, I mean totally racist and sexist. To be popular nowadays, you need to fuck with peoples minds. To Fuck with peoples minds you need to have a fucked up point of view. I mean I, as a writer, personally think that Hitler was under-rated. Give it 4 years and Hitler will be back in the charts.
Come on. It doesn't get more fucked up than that. Hitler as a pop-artist. Fascism as a music genre. You must all be getting your moneys worth now. To be honest though, I really couldn't give a fuck. When it comes to money I've got one word for you; Parents. Its called being a young-un for a reason; mainly because I take all your money and spend it all UN booze.
If only the UN worked in the same way. Its very simple. Basically, all fines go to the UN. The UN then take all money and spend it on shit. Politics, you see, is very simple. I really don't know why I'm not president of the world. It perhaps comes down to the fact that I'm pissed all the time, and possible because certain information concerning a certain beverage has come to light. That certain beverage is currently under investigation.
Now you see children, it takes sack to say that your wrong. That much is obvious. HOWEVER, it takes FAR more sack to say that you are right and when it comes to changing the world; it takes serious sack. You see, here is the part of the book where many may disagree, but what follows is what I think the world needs/wants before the next ten years is up. It may seem that all I've been rambling on about so far is random shite that has been scattered on a board, picked up, discarded, shat up by a dove and then found by a hippy. That, my friends, is totally true, but that doesn't mean I can't write a book about it.
When I say the world needs to change, many will agree, but when I specify what I think needs to change, many will disagree. This, you see is the fundamental problem with discussion. As far as I see it, when you talk with someone who you agree with it is far more productive than talk with someone you don't agree with. While many individuals will chant the ability of democracy to include and represent, I while chant and worship the morals held by socialism. Do not for one second think that I am a communist, but I believe and support the belief that the world will be a better place when we all SOCIALLY come together and drink a bugger load of booze.
With that philosophy in mind, perhaps its now better to move on to my life. And speaking of life, perhaps the most interesting part of my life so far is love, and again, it takes suprising amounts of sack to say that. Especially when that love ends as soon as it starts. When something that changes your life is suddenly and unpredictably taken from you, it makes a harsh impact on you. You could sat that it influenced my to write this book, but you maybe wrong. It all depends on your interpretation of the events that follow.
Esentially; things in a relationship go brilliantly in the beginning. This is natural, but theres always the threat of things going wrong and approximately two or three weeks after the beginning of a relationship, this begins to happen. One of two things happen during this period; either the couple break up or things work themselves out and the couple continues. Well with me, more fucked up things happen.
Ignoring problems is never a good thing, and ignoring HUGE problems is even worse. When problems aren't faced, they brood, and when things brood, they worsen. Worse things are harder to deal with, and for me, they meant bad things. In the end BAD things did happen and the ending of these things maybe para-phrased by one word - shit.
This, for anyone who has gone through a relationship break-up is not suprising. I, however, was almost entirely to blame for these terrible occourances, partially because of terrible communication and mostly because of a complete ignorance of other people feelings. And so, the best part of my life ended.
Leaving the tidiom of that world for the moment, I would like to enter back into the political side of this fantastical, and amazing planet we call earth. For one; stop calling Liberal Democrates Lib Dems, it makes them sound cool, and lieing is not a good thing to do. (to be continued, because i'm fucking tired, btw, this story probably exlains more than i've every told anyone (except maybe daivd) about certain things, those things are obvious to those who know me (I've always wanted to write about my life and recent history is a big part of it) thanks for reading!)
Well to be honest
Well, I'm really unsure atm... I mean, freshers week is brilliant. But as I've said to George, the only thing that could make it better is someone special. Now, I dunno, but today, things i've been told and her attitude today, maybe shes into me aswell? We'll see. I won't give much away, but i'll keep everyone informed. hahah, and in the spirit of George's new found talent in writing fiction, I will write one as well. I feel inspried (thanks George :) ). Love to everyone, I really miss you guys. The end of the world wouldn't make me miss you guys as much as I do now.
Arrrrrrrrrrrested!!
Well, almost! Cops got pissed at us, dunno why, don't even ask. Apparently (though I don't doubt it) we said some bad shit to them. The car behind them pulled up and said "what have u been saying to my colleague". Now its very interesting because from this experience I've gained both a fear and a respect for the police. Not only do they know what we are doing, but they also know anything possibly illegal thats going on (before we do!!). I have an intense respect for anyone that has that level of awareness, I'm greatful that in this case its the police. Infact, i've been so greatly impressed by the situation that I have actually volunteered for police work. Anything to help Manchester and the general student population sounds good to me. And if any police are reading this (a bit too deep but nevermind) thanks very much for keeping us safe mate, nothing is more important than that.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Amazing Grace
Well, fuck me, Uni is awesome. Why did no one tell me about this place before!?! Its truly amazing, I can't really explain it, you have to be here. I met some American exchange students yesterday they were great! Its creepy how similar Brunei and the US are, TV wise we all watch the same shit and before ur 18 its fucking hard to get booze and you can't get into clubs. No booze or clubs? Sounds familiar to me... I found out today that beer here is cheaper, better and cheaper beer, I don't think I want to leave :)
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Plunging in
Well this time tomorrow I will be in a small room in Owens Park. Well probably, more than likely I'll be in a pub or club, or doing whatever else the kids do these days. Don't worry annie, NO TEQUILA! I've learn't my lesson... Apperently theres a foam party, hmm, interesting. Anyway, I will update soon, I'm about to have an awesome week :)
Friday, 18 September 2009
Sun is Shining
Sun is Shining
^ Watch it, its not Marley but its a great performance by Gary Pine.
Song is very appropriate as today I had absolutely stunning weather! Now 2/5 days have been better than Brunei weather wise. I'm feeling better about this place :)
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah
Make you wanna move your dancing feet now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, yall, can you understand?
When the mornin gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah
Want you to know, Im a rainbow too now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, yall, can you, can you, can you understand?
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now
Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah
But to the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can, here I stand, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Can you understand me now, baby?
Do you believe me?
^ Watch it, its not Marley but its a great performance by Gary Pine.
Song is very appropriate as today I had absolutely stunning weather! Now 2/5 days have been better than Brunei weather wise. I'm feeling better about this place :)
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah
Make you wanna move your dancing feet now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, yall, can you understand?
When the mornin gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah
Want you to know, Im a rainbow too now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, yall, can you, can you, can you understand?
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now
Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah
But to the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can, here I stand, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Can you understand me now, baby?
Do you believe me?
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