Thursday 30 July 2009

Ask me who,
And it's not me who answers,
but a thousand men in arms,
brandishing pitchforks and farmer's steel.
Asking for wages we so deserved.

Ask me when,
And tell me it isn't just now,
Tell me it has always been,
Lazing in fields leaving crops untended.
Ask yourself when has it changed.

Tell me what,
And what have i done,
What have you done to deserve,
all the incentives in the world.
And ask yourself, what we did wrong.

Show me where,
Where have i done wrong,
Where have i done less,
lesser than you or you more than me.
Show me, I've really done less.

And show me how,
just once again, how you 'begged'
me to do work,
for i saw none of begging, only commanding,
and how am i supposed to comply.

Bloody arseholes.

Monday 27 July 2009

When you're out of money. The harsh concrete jungle suddenly seems so hard to survive in. Food suddenly seem more scarce than the barren plains of siberia and water rarer than in the deserts of the sahara.

And so we go around peoples houses. and play music. cool shit.

Tuesday 21 July 2009

Issues with Ideals

I always thought money wasn't an issue. Not to me at least. Give me a fiver, and i'll live with it for a day. Not any more. It seem that reality, have slowly but surely caught up on me, the dreamer. Forcing practicallity and pragmatism on to me. So what if i could get into Cambridge, or Oxford, or John Hopkins, costs issues would prevent me from going there. Even Monash now, with an estimated costs of a staggering $432,000, seem hard on me and my family.

Its kinda ironic. Studying medicine is killing me and my family before i even start.

I've tried to live as idealistically as i could. Ignoring pragmatism and practicallity as they knock on my door with a battering ram.'If enough of us dream, if a bare thousand of us dream, we can change the world. We can dream it anew!'. This quote still lies on the top right corner on my blog, outlining its importance to my life. Yet now even i doubt its correctness. How could we dream, when corporate giants raise prices again and again. Want to draw? Brushes costs are increasing, so is the prices of the canvas, and the prices of the paint. And that is still discounting the fees teachers now demand. Want to make music? Look at the costs of guitars, and the costs of lessons, and the number of people who fall by the wayside in their chasing of superstardom. Want to save the planet? Please mail in your advertisement fees to those media conglomerates. Along with the cheque for your new recycling plant. And we're sorry we have to charge you slightly higher, Tokyo protocol have costs us more than you think it had. Writing a book? I'll offer you a tenner for that book, and and its publishing rights. Thinking of studying medicine? make sure you have half a million in that bank account of yours. And that's not counting micellaneous fees.

I can try to deny all i want. Money is and will forever be important. Ask the boy in Africa to dream, he'll tell you he just want food, and a little money for food for his sister. And the list goes on...

I hate money. But i need cash.

Hell with capitalism.. haha. joking. i don't want to live in North Korea. haha.

Saturday 18 July 2009

July July!

there is a road that meets the road
that goes to my house
and how it green grows there
and we've got special boots
to beat the path to my house
and it's careful and it's careful when i'm there

and i say your uncle was a crooked french canadian
and he was gut-shot, runnin gin
and how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
and how he held 'em
how he held 'em, held 'em in

and the water rolls down the drain
the water rolls down the drain
o what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!

july, july, july! never seemed so strange

this is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts there do remain
and all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

and we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
though the specifics might be vague
and i'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
when in fact it was a nappy blueish grey

and the water rolls down the drain
the blood rolls down the drain
oh what a lonely thing
in a blood red drain

july, july, july! it never seemed so strange

July! July! -Decemberists.

Just thought that song was appropriate in the middle of this strange july. where everything seems to be going un-smoothly.

Things in the organisation is getting from bad to worse. Higher echelon members, in an effort to boost their standings and so on, have implementing certain rulings, and activities that i find highly unmotivating and unsettling. Please, can i look for a new club?

Just btw. Harry Potter and the half blood prince has to be the lousiest movie yet this year. utterly dissapointed.

You know how it is that when you're on the bus or something and all the thoughts flood into your mind and you say that. "yes, i'm going to put that in my blog later". And when you actually go into writing, you forget what you wanted to write in the first place?

Anyway. Have to start saving money for Operation Freestyle acroos Taiwan and/or Korea. That means the tigers have gotta wait.

haha. and if there's anything more, i seriously cannot remember.

so. Till next time.

Expelliarmus. Ridicullus. Alakazam!

Saturday 11 July 2009

on duty

I would have like to say i am currently on guard on a snow topped mountain, guarding the nation against dragons, aliens and flying men. But i am not. truth is. I am sitting here doing nothing and just waiting for nothing to happen.

But that's not the point.

Just got offers from Monash and UNSW. before even stepping on to Australia. I am already feeling welcomed by them, it is as though they have real sincerity in wanting you in their university or country. Now. Monash or Queensland?

anyway. had a great friday yesterday. did nothing awesomely fun or anything. but it at least casted my worries on the 'organisation' back by a good few hours. And yeah. Thanks for the pretzels, awesome.

back to once upon a time in china II.

Monday 6 July 2009

Just got hit by a one-two punch of phonecalls. As always.

and it doesn't help to think that yes. It's only about 150 more absolute days to go.

damnit.

If a man couldn't

If a man couldn't swim.
why put him in the water?

Thursday 2 July 2009

Its been another long absence from here. Alright. Not so long by recent standards. But i guess its the usual middle of the year syndrome again. Where the heat, the flu ( more than the usual seasonal flu) and the absence of football make inspiration scarce and thus posts rare.

Just got notified that i will be going to Thailand amidst all this swine flu thing from 16-26th August with the organisation. Can't wait to go. Would much rather work overseas for a month than here for a week. Due to of course, certain people again. Its not as though he is always wrong. Its just that our rights are always pointing to different directions.

And apparently, mysterious crop circles are made by Stoned wallabies. Lol. So if the universe tastes of raspberry and rum, and mysterious crop circles are formed as mentioned, does that mean that these wallabies may be part of an alien race, which missed their hyperspace jump while drunk on a distant planet and fell on to earth. Where they found out about opium and decided to stay. Drawing crop circles and mutilating cow just to ease the boredom.

Alright. back to monster hunting.

More when there actually is more.

Wkend starts tomorrow!