Infidelic Tank, Idyllic Man

If I get a dollar everytime I sprain my ankle since I started skating, I think i'll be at least 25 bucks richer.

Anyway, Chuck's addicted to Deep Purple, or at least smoke on the water. which technically is the beginning to an addiction to Deep purple. But anyyway. yah.

So Micheal jackson died, Farah Fawcett died, some other guy who does advertisement died. Its like death week. I wonder if any of them, as they were knock knock knocking on heaven's door, thought to themselves, " I wish I had more time"

In my opinion, Micheal had to die. Sounds harsh.but true. You wanna be great, you gotta die young. you gotta be immortalised in your prime. Look at chuck norris, and he'd probably hunt me down and roundhouse kick me for saying this, but he's getting old. Does Bruce lee get old? no. Does Elvis get old? no. Does John lennon get old? no. So what does it show? in order to achieve greatness and keep that greatness going, that flame going and the name smouldering, you .gotta. go. And not in the " I died in my sleep way" You gotta go like a star. Yeaaap.

See how there's Harold Hunter day? yeap. Immortalised.

Anyway, pic of the day is some old doodle that never saw daylight.It's called drawing keeps the deamons away. Dont know what I was thinking then. But yeap. I'm too lazy to color it now. Har Har

Tags:

Daniel: Ask the sculptor. I draw what I see, not question it. aha

Andrea: Yeah def! If you're number's still the same, then I have it. haha

Stranger: Yeah. well. Beer is good for all ages. haha

Glenn: I know. who doesn't

Sinee : HI!:D

Dally Whack Your Snack Attack

So I just realized something. Well not just. But recently.

I use to think being 20 meant alot of things. when I was 10, i thought 18, let alone 20, as a age that you do adult things. cause all the 20 year olds look pretty busy and all. And now I'm 20, you can ask " do I feel like i did about being 20 back then?" The answer is no. I still feel 10. just a 10 year old with a decade more of experience.

Random Spills:

And the end of this holiday means I have one and a half sem of skateboarding left before I volunteer at mindef.
And NikeSB should go kill itself.

Adidas, on the other hand, has Mark Gonz and nice ads. So it should start importing some of its skate shoes to Singapore.

And School begins on monday.

And I have to draw 4 ailment inflicted characters but I dont know how to start.

And thats about it

Anyway, Farlock is always watching you

Free Frag Day

Ok.i'm so sleepy. but I feel obliged to blog. so I wrote a poem. with random words. haha. go figure. above was some bust i had to sketch. from some guy with a hat and a big nose.

We all marched forth
into lands unknown to plunder

We all marched forth
To take all we can

We all marched forth
With blades a-gleam and hearts on fire

We all marched forth
to see it to the end

But alas it was not to be,
No now, or some lucky time
Like twenty past three

So what? you ask, May I be robbing
I know not, and hath no clue

But when I do find what I be seeking
I will, the first, to tell you.

Go Skateboardind Day

Peant Butter Skateboading Day

TMR IS

GO SKATEBOARDING DAY

so lets goooo skateboardingg.

Happy go skateboarding day in advance. HAHA.

Gnar Bernana

So the posts are more sparse. Why? well. for a start. Its the holidays. and for seconds its the holidays. and. well you get the picture.

Anyway. 2 things today. both involved conversations. I just came back from my internship interview. It was rather alright. The guy was nice and all. But one question he asked stuck. He asked "whats my sport" so I said Skateboarding. Then he said " is there any other sports you do?" which, i think was the question, if the interview was based on how diplomatically you answered the question, I might fail at. Whyy? Because i'm not learning how to dribble a ball on a court. or how to pass my feathery shuttle back to the opponent. I'm learning how to defy gravity. How to , in extreme cases, jump from from the roof of one 5 storey building to the next. So yes. that is all I do -.- and that would be all I do for the rest of my life if I can help it. Pft.

So. On a less judgemental note, I've been taking alot of cabs. Like from none a month to 5 in the last 2 weeks. And despite how I suspect that I have a signage on my face which says "pls talk to me" when I enter the cab, conversation topics have seemed to change. Last time it use to be just finished school?, going home so late?, are you going to the mosque? (No, i am serious)
In the past 2 weeks, that has changed to no work tmr?,on the way to work? going home so late, so I assume you're off tmr? And and and. the best one. Talking to me, on a hot afternoon in the cab, about how an ideal thing to do in such blistering heat would be to sit in a bar. with an ice cold beer at the counter, with a hot lady bartender shaking her jiggly bits while mixing a drink. and how it could be done all day before going home. drinking and watching I mean.

And i'm kinda liking these conversations alot better then the old ones. Haha

The Maelstrom in the sky

So I dont know what to blog about, now i'll write a story instead. read it hard and read it good, and keep it in your head. Haha. /end/

It looked like a maelstrom, all glowy and green.
What it lacked in gravity, it made up in sin.
The world below watched and shuddered in its thunderous wrath
Not knowing where or when this came from, future or past

But one below the sordid mess,
felt not compelled to feel fear or scurry like the rest
it stood its ground, it looked above
It stared at the maelstrom with not hate, but love

The maelstrom was confused, it knew not why
This funny individual with its tear filled eyes.
it seemed to want to talk, it seemed to want to cry
The maelstrom understood not, and that made him want to sigh

No one knew what else happened that day.
Or how the maelstrom decided to go away
But that doe eyed individual that stood beneath
Was never seen again, like his existence had ceased.

What we can all learn from this large scaled event,
is that when a maelstrom comes.
run,and run, as fast as you can.

Boolmph

Everytime, once a year, my face blows up. For 3 days to 2 weeks. It is oily, messed up and. well, basically horrendously uncomfortable.

Yesterday, it begun. With an OD of caffeine, it has begun. And Daniel keeps peeking at my screen.

Time for the water detox.:S

Draw A Car, Jog A Dream

Haha. Well . School starts with an S. but so does secondary. and secondary school was fuuun.

but lets say school meant my current school. Well. I would say the term school is a place of enforced learning and boredom and work. annd. I dont recall ever going to any place like that where work was forced upon me. wait.whats work? haha.

Srooshdee? Is that Shameless Rooshdee? Hahaha. well. It is accepted. find. Slurooshdee is good company.

And Mr simen ? well during my time he was alright. so it dont matter to me. haha.

2 more days to school.2 more days to school.2 more days to school.

S is for Swivel

I have just realized ( thru tumblr) how gnarly the letter S is. Everything that begins with an S, I like. Well.most.except satan. but S is for

Skate
Steak
Sleep
Surf
Sashimi
Sorcery
Stoked
Salmon

And the list goes on. Serious. See? S? haha.So Shweet.

Zloflatic

Well, so there goes one saturday. again. in 2 hours i can say I've spent the last 24hrs sleeping or skating. And I'm bushed. Like shrubbery.

Soo..a random topic I chanced upon while talking to my friends just now. How honest are people these days? People often lie to try to avoid dissappointment, to avoid conflict and hurt. But I think being honest makes things hurt alot less.I mean look at it this way. If lets say I lied to you to avoid hurting you, or arguing with you, sure, its a short term comfort. But what will you do when you find out? Now not only are you angry, you've lost your sense of trust. *gasp* How horrid. Haha. So speak the truth. it helps. and as long as you have a reason, that you're clear. Really. Really really. Unless you dont know the fella la. then it's alright. Haha

And I have two assignemnts due within the next 4 days, and I havent started on either one.

And blogs are like dairies. dairies of ones life and thoughts. And I hate diaries. Nooooooo.

P.s. Despite my attempts to force my music upon you with my music player's autoplay function, It isnt well received. So I shall change the songs, and if you'd like, you'll have click play to hear it.

Blot Dot

So. I feel sick. I think I shouldn't try to eat and skate ever again. It's like my stomach is a vacuum, and my floor is going to need a cleaner.Getit? Vacuum cleaner? har har.

Anyway, I was writing an article that time for sportsjourn, where I talked about the lack of sports culture in Singapore. And today I went for the Asian Youth Games opening, and I have come to a conclusive conclusion of concluding decisions. That it is true.

I understand Singapore has a small talent pool. And as of late they have been trying to launch that whole let's play campaign. Which is nice. But its a little too late. I think most people have forgotten that sports, or the whole objective of sports, isnt just winning, like how you try to score the highest and all that. But to actually enjoy yourself. Singapore set a target of five medals for this Ayg meet. But how about setting a taget of "hey, lets all have fun, try your best. if it doesnt work.its alright". I think that way they'd win.

In other news, this whole week has been a blur. A whirling blur. I feel like a kangaroo in headlights. Haha. but its a rather nice kind of blur. But still a blur. see? I'm making you blur talking about me being blur. haha. :\