I am feeling that...

So I think a rhino air dropped into my house when i slept and sat on my face. I went to the docs and was told i had ligament sprain in the neck. Which explains why anything that involved applying pressure to the left side of my upper body would hurt to the point of immobilization. Or how my head was in a 20 deg angle all bloody day. Apparently I moved my neck too fast. Don't ask me how. So now I walk around with a pose similiar to that of my blogspot dp.

In other news. Wait. I lied. No other news. Oh yeah. I cant skate with this neck. And I dont think it'll do the impression I'm gonna leave for my internship any good since i'm taking it just one week into the thing. DIE

And in other other news, where are the one liners.Drop one and let me do something. Just any one-liner. really really.

I'm thinking...

since i've been doing mini-updates on my tumblr. I should be doing that on my blogspot instead. to save it from dying. I cannot take it when i go to a blog and the post is the one i read one week ago, so i shall not put you thru that.

However, the updates, will generally, honestly be just be coming on every friday saying YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS weekends. I have this habit that when time is taken away from me, like for work or for school during project season, i kind of go off the radar during my free time cause i'll be out doing things. ssoooo. yah. pardon in advance for the semi- hiatus on solid posts.

hamilton just won.Although i dont see the appeal of watching cars go round the cherry tree over and over 61 times.

oh, and I ripped my jeans today. like from zipper to back pocket sort of rip. could fit a head inside if it was needed. HAHA.

And my bad for the lack of drawing, which was the goal of this blog. I need one liners. so i can re-ignite the drawings. No.really. tag.liners.thanks

Andrew Of All Trades, Reynold Of None

So Blogger is back. Thats the alright news. But the bad news is I begin internship tmr. Which means 5 mths of work. no breaks, no 2 week study breaks, no "I dont feel like going to school today so i smack the snooze button", no... well you get the picture. and between getting up at the unearthly hour of 7 and slogging and all that, I'll have to find time to skate. that's gonna be a handful.

Anyway, I find I have a weird habit. I sleepwalk. Not in the "i walk all around the house" kind of way. It's more of an auto pilot thing. My body knows what I want. But I'm asleep. I woke up afew months back in the morn with a skatemag next to me. And I was not reading it the night before. it was laying there. next to my face. And just last week, I woke with my phone next to me, with 3 miss calls and a msg. Of course my phone was on the table as usual. So how it ended up on the bed. beats me.

And I understand why men prefer bikes to cars. Cars are luxury items. It's like a wagon in olden days. But to have a bike is to have control. It's like a knight of old, with your steed, only motorised. And to actually feel the humming of the motor compared to the comfy seats of the car. It's a manly thing I would assume a bike be. Not vespas or scooters. Like harleys and things like that.

Anyway, my ramble be done. to pack my bag , I shall go.

Muffled Fists Of Snickers

If patience makes things so much sweeter, why doesn't my bread taste sweeter with mold on it. Anyway, I realized that if i blogged at the moment of time when I get the topic to ramble about, there would be daily updates to this blog. Daily updates and a more interesting read. Unfortunately, till blogspot makes a tap device that lets me blog straight from my brain, I guess it's going to be as such. So, you know what I do not like? going into shops. or more specifically, going into shops that are empty, and yet have the world's most helpful people. I mean. I like helpful people. It is great you love your job. Honestly. I thank you on the world's behalf, because you make it a more enjoyable experience for most people. But not for me. I don't want to go into a shop, with every person in it starring at me, asking if I need help. I do not. if i do need help, I will ask you. and i will only need help if I have the slightest of intentions to buy something. But, has it occured to you, I do not want to buy anything? See, if you want to tell me all about your day and be helpful at the same time. Sure, we'll meet for lunch, and you can help me queue while telling me about your latest handphone over a drink and some sandwiches. If you're standing in a shop, then watch the customers by all means. but dont start asking them if they need help. it's not very welcoming. Maybe if I wore a shirt with "broke ass" scrawled on it, it might keep them sneering at a distance. Perhaps.


Anyway, before I end, pic of the day Aquadore, the S.L.A.B monster. I made him for to be the S.L.A.B icon. haha. My pc died, so i can't upload a proper picture. Its all photobooth. And S.l.a.b stands for Skate like a beast. Figures huh? haha

Tags and Tanks:
Tpt: oh har har. took you three years to catch on. hahaha

Rev: that's what I'm paid to do no? haha

Amber: Wah? huh? who talks to dogs? the dog whisperer. :O

Jack in the box, smells like bad socks.

SOooo. I said I will reply tags. and I will.But where to begin, oh the choices.

Anyway, You know what I think? wait. you dont. So I'll tell you. I think music, in the last decade, has become overrated. Is that how you spell overrated? spell check is done. along with everything thing else on this bloody site. Anyway, forgive the mispelling is there is any. bistuocutejd.

SO, back to what I was saying. I understand, how music is people's interest and all.I mean I love music. I do. I like to play my itunes when i'm not in the room. I like to listen to my ipod. I like cd shops and finding obscure or old songs. But.BUT, tattooing cleft notes on you and going around with cold, blue- cheese level lines like, "music..is in my blood"
Well ok. Last I heard too much sugar in your blood is bad. you might to get that checked. But really now. And half of the people who do this, cant play an instrument. I have a guitar at home. a guitar and a certificate which says "failure at music making" so I keep quiet. and really, people should do that. or get good at it then boasts. Anyway, I'm rambling. I hope I can get a picture in the next post. HEAR THAT BLOGSPOT? I'm knackered.

Thanks for the Ta Ta Tags:

Daniel: Daniel. It's called adrenaline. haha. but yah napha. FAILL.

Anjun :Sup Anjun. haha. eh hows the company? is it fun?

Nat: well, if it aint NP.CB.LAWL. thats one whole line of acronyms that only afew people in this world know. arent you touched? haha. ok. maybe everyone knows. still dont stress. wed still on yes?

I Believe I can Fly

So 15 hours ago, I said I'll post. And I am going to. I can't post pictures however, so I'll bore you with the likes of me and deciding whether I should stick to my 8 inch deck or revert to a 7.8 one. decisions decisions.

Anyway, look what I found.

I get this question a lot, actually. Being a bigger guy just means you’ll have to work harder. Your center of gravity is a lot higher so you’ll fall easier, plus if you are heavier you’ll have to push and jump that much harder to move yourself around.

I think this comes over a year to late.Now if only they told me earlier, I'd have understood my innate liking for pavement dirt.It is all clear now. Anyway, ytd, in my bid to avoid some dumbass lady, my board wheels got caught on a curb. Now thats alright, cause I flew, as per normal. But the diff was I was facing a pillar.So in my attempt to turn to land on my back, and flying rather quickly, I smacked right into the middle of the pillar on my back, and slid to the ground. Like an action sequence. Now I'm saying this not to tell you how brave I am and how dull old ladies be, but if you ever have a movie with a demanding action sequence, and you need big guys who have to work harder with skateboarding. Pls. I'm right here.

In other news, I had something I wanted to ramble about yesterday. But I forgot. Something about something.Crud. Oh well. I'll blog again when I remember.

Oh oh. and I know its long overdue. But I'll start replying tags again.promise. It's just a hassle to have to refer half the time, so I conveniently forget.

And look at the date. 9/9/09. haha

It's 09/09/09!

And i cant enlarge the font to really bring the point home because of *drumroll* blogspot!

Anyway, I'll blog at a more earthyly hour.

Later gator

Technology, Bane of the world

So I woke up with one of those "its a wonderful morning, its a beautiful day," sort of tunes in my head. Really. I told myself it was going to be a good day.

Then my desktop decided to die on me. so great. I'll have to use the laptop. And guess what, my laptop was messing with me too. Really. Like it stays at 4% charged for the past hour. and the itunes library is ill equipped for my listening, so I have to plug my ipod into the speakers of my dead desktop.

Good job technology. I'll give you a medal for joint collaboration in deciding to die together. Mofo.

Men

An article from esquire about men. For those wondering.



A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him -- woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things -- a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds -- engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him somewhere. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.

A man can speak to dogs.

A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.

A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.

A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.
Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.

A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.
A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.
Style -- a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.

A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale bosom, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the wrist and the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee.
Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his bottom.

A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.

A man knows how to ridicule.

A man gets the door. Without thinking.
He stops traffic when he must.

A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.
He knows how to lose a month, also.

A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.
He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.

A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.

A man knows his tools and how to use them -- just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.

A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying saw.
He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.

A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.

A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.
Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman. This is the poet. Men, both of them.

A man loves driving alone most of all.

A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this -- to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. Who knows what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.

10 Things to make you sing.

So tumblr has gone minimal on me again. I should just quit blogging altogether.

Anyway, since I can't post pics or distract you(the reader) with fonts and colors. I will have to have a good post. So today I will talk about 10 ways to live happy. Or wealthy, in the head. or something. but you get it.

1.Sleep.
People often deprive themselves of sleep. not all the time, but often. because they feel guilty sleeping in every.single.day. That should be abolished. There is nothing wrong with sleeping in as long as you utilize the day still. I sleep till a healthy hour of 1 in the afternoon everyday, but yeat I get my full day's worth because I've never been built for mornings, so I sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning.

2.Go Slow.
Often, I see people chug by like a land shark is on their ass. I'm guilty of that myself too. But everytime I catch myself walking at a speed which makes a snail seem like it's stationary, I slow down. Take in the sights, the smells, the sounds, and the feeling of the wind on your face. it makes things slower, and more relaxing

3.Enjoy waking up.
Sure, I dont get up early, but when I do, the first thing I want to do is turn the computer on and just do anything I can with a cup of coffee beside me. Nothing beats the smell of coffee in the morning. Plus it has been proven to help relieve stress. So find something you can wake up to. perhaps a gallop on a unicorn, if anyone in your neighbourhood owns one.

4.Tell the truth.
Sounds simple. It's not. I was talking about it on my tumblr that day. It is the hardest thing to do, to be honest with people. And people dont appreciate it. even if you lay it out nicely, the truth is thr truth and the truth may be ugly. so be prepared to feel soddy for the rest of the day. However, once you get used to that feeling, you understand it beats lying and keeping up with your lies. and in the long- run, many will see you meant no harm in your opinions. It was brutal honesty. It was respect.

5.Beat Mediocrity
In this day and age, excellence is only sought after on paper. Anything else, and mediocre does it. Singlish is a blatant sign of this. Convenience is too. As things get easier to do, people get lazier, and the bare minimum becomes the only bar required. Beat that. Be excellent in all you do. Be it your sports, your relationship, your art work. Give it everything. and when you lay there, bowled over by fatigue, there will not be regret, but contentment. as no matter how imperfect it turned out. It was born of excellence

6.Be polite
Being polite is anarchy in this day and age. People are rude. Being cool means being rude.fast food is rude, because its an insult to food. people are rude, in their rush to go places. Rude is the new way. Rudeness was once brought about to rebel against etiquette, and now it has become the norm. Being polite beats that. being polite takes time. Takes effort. It is rebellion in the form of the 21st century. There is no other way to go. Plus the joy of making someone's day after he/she has faced a whole day of rudeness, will always bring a smile to one.

7.Have a reason to live.
People often underestimate this point. Take a look at Danny Way. Professional skateboarder. Does vert ramps. Smashed his knees nine times. When you tell people, I think my passion is the most important thing in my life. you often hear people laugh. Its understandable because no one gets it till they try it. Danny way is one of the few who gets is. This could be called drive, or love, or whatever you call it. but I'm sure everyone can find one of this. and the day you do, be it accidental or after a hard search, things will make sense and the meaning of life ceases to be 42.

8.Balance.
The reason I'm so good at being spontaneous is because I suck at balancing. not only in life, but in principle of accounts class, I never balanced a balance sheet in all 3 years. Sure putting everything you have into something at once and change it the moment you need change is good, but balance is better. It's like a wooden house. You gotta mantain all four sides of the house. if you just concentrate on one wall, the other three walls will rot with the rain, and it'll collapse, leaving you to rebuild.

9.Change
Change stinks. Sure the only thing constant in life is change. But take that theory and shove it. all you got to do is be prepared. and gradual change in a right direction is not all bad. But as all we literate people know, it hardly does that. sometimes its fast, and often bad.If so, just roll with it. find something joyous in life. Unless you live in a DHL box, if not there would always be something good going on somewhere.

10.Hope.
Hope is good. Hope came out of pandora's box with everything else. But if it was locked in at first, then without everything bad, I assume hope was really needed. There are many things we hope for in life.good grades, good job, the works. But hope puts us in the future, and lets us dwell on past dissappointments, Hope should be taken away where possible. with no hope, there is no dissapointment. with no hope, no wait. With no hope we can focus on enjoying this very minute. this very day. without wasting our afternoon away, hoping.