Turnin Eiteen

The reason i was scared of turnin eiteen...was cos i kinda felt..i wasnt ready...i mean ...i duno whether other ppl have felt this too...but i kinda imagined myself different when i was eiteen..physically yeah...mebbe a lil taller...a lil slimmer...whatever..but generally too..Bottom line ... i felt i wasnt ready..mebbe i thot that the world wud ask for more from me now that i was an adult...or that i wud have to be more mature...weird eh?I quite literally had to be dragged into my eiteenth year on this earth...Hmm...kinda like a Peter pan Syndrome i think..The boy who never wanted to gro up..why...?cos to remain a kid..is to remain carefree..to expect everything..and have nothing expected from u .....when i expressed this view to a frend..she lukd at me oddly and said that she thot that me of all ppl wud have achieved more than enuff by now...but ... dunno really...have i bcome eiteen.?the eiteen i wanted to be....?i think i imagined...that on my bday...i wd get up ....and in the mirror ...id see sumbody different...or mebbe id splash sum water on my face...and voila....id be the guy i wanted to be..supposed to be accordin to me... mebbe im short by a few months..ah well..i aint gonna spend time moonin bout it..no wories..for better or for worse..im eiteen now..no longer a kid....its time to grow up...Sho me what uve got world...

Facing Competition

This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order...The whole world is ur playground mate.....U were born into this life..to win...not lose...Got that ..?...there aint gonna be anyone better...never was...never will be...any competition u see.....crush it ...by makin urself better...u gotta be the best..THE BEST... you hear me...?theres no other...u WILL do it...there are guys who come to me and say...We've got competition here....I think im gud at smthing...but theres always somebody whos better...and i dont know if ill ever be as gud as them....A technique i use bfor competitions..i ask myself...Who are they ....?Who the HEll are they ...?who are they after all.?.....theyr only human...everybodys human...u think those jerks who are "better "than u ...u think they dropped from the sky or sumthing brother....?U can be better than them...U GOTTA be better than them...Kill yourself ...work urself to the bone...learn from their mistakes .....But do it....improve urself...u aint gonna be jus s gud as em...ur gonna be better...have faith man....jus keep tellin urself this...theyre human...jus human...and u can do it...Work ur a** off.....so whatchu still doin here.....?

My reasonin bhind the cryptic statement i made a few blogs bak that music...is a drug.
They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?..... everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a m(*^&(*&r, they can be great Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate"...A dude listens to a song...and he goes...yeah...yeah man...that song was sung for me...THATS what im talkin bout...see...tere are other dudes whove had to deal wit the SHIT that i have....very fine so far...empathy is gud...Feelins shared ...feelin halved and all...but what happens ...what happens...?when u dont know where to draw the line...?when ...mebbe.....ur life isnt all that effd up....and u jus force the broken pieces into the niche of the song....?..the song says..theres no hope nemore...isnt there....?theres no joy in life....isnt there....?.and the song says...its better to end it...screw it man...kill urself...when u come bak..ull have it better...n u start thinkin..ya know....yeah he was rite ..i'll come bak for sure...in the next lfe...so why dont i jus finish it now...?sayanora....Know where to draw the line mate...LISTEN to me...the song's not bout u ...GOT that ...?no matter how much u think it is...twas sung by sum other guy...and no matter what u mite think u and he arent the same....theres always a difference...n he aint God ..the solutions he's offerin arent RITE...theyre jus what workd for him...they wont work for u ..music man...gud servant...but ...baaad.....Dont dive in...and lose yerself...

A discushn i was havin yestrday set me thinkin....
Are we divided into neat freaks and slobs....?what makes a neat freak tick newez.....?ima self confessed slob.....My room luks like Katrina tuk a rong turn after New Orleans ...At any given point of time u can find assorted wires ,buks,CDS Medicines pens bedsheets pictures all over the place.... my mum however...is a neat freak....Ive bin watchin her and ive come to the conclusion that it actually causes her physical discomfort to luk at the mess in my room...she even asked me once...Dont u feel the need to clean up...?Doesnt the untidyness bother u ...?truth is ...it doesnt ....Tell you one thing tho..we slobs .....we accept that its difficult to find sumthin when ure in a hury ...i for one will the first to admit that if it wasnt for my mother ..god bless her ...i wudnt find a blinkin thing in my room...but then ...the question is.....why dont we clear up ...?whats the problem here...?strange init...leave a Neat freak in an untidy room for a while and ull see what im talkin bout....they cant STAND the clutter...heres a theory....Its psychological...they cant stand chaos disorder anywhere..it disturbs them...unhinges them...and so ...like some weird magnt thing...they start clearin up....strange eh..?while we slobs....we aren disturbed by chaos at all....we're cool wit it..totally...yeah...im startin to make a weird sorta sence....i reckon ive invented a cast iron case for remainin slobbish for a long time yet...cheers mate...
Footnote...My idea of clearin up involves Throwin half the rubbish out...and the other half into a cupboard...and hey presto....Id be innerested to hear a neat freak's take on the issue...

Say guys...i have a request....if u read my blogs...and u agree/disagree wit what uve read...leave a comment eh...?it helps ....cheers
O and another thing...ive bin asked by a frend o mine...bout how come my blogs are all in net lingo....my frend reckons it wud enhance the richness of the blogs if they were rittin in a more...shall v say ...formal stye of ritting...This led me to an important point....
we have bin conditioned....we have been conditiond to think that whatever is old...is automatically better...better than what we have today...Old architecture is better...oh he's a gud artist...but not as gud as Da vinci....a gud riter ...but not as gud as Shakespeare.....i read a buk once "The fountainhead"...by Ayn rand..i recomend u read the buk.heres a bitta philosophy fro that ...the buk is set in an age when architects were fallin over themselves to imitate past architectural styles...an architect was lauded for the number of Classic(Gothic, French etc)styles that he cud incorporate inti his design...there were architects...and there was Roark..Howard Riark was a man who blieved tat a building was gud...bcos it was gud...bcos it fulfilled the purpose for which it was built...period ..end of discushn..Skyscrapers wernt ugly monstrosities..they were a smart man's solution to a problem..Im not sayin Shakespeare was bad...Or that Da vinci didnt know how to paint...but ...dont let their achievements be a Standardisn factor....judge everythng based on its own merit...not how much it has imbibed from a so-called master's work..they were gud fo their age..now this is our time...Dont reject net lingo cos its a corruption of sumthin that was folowd a hundred years ago...i have read Blogs rittin in pure net lingo that are as powerful..to me atleast..as any old text rittin in the most proper of English....eloquence is not Speakin fluently in a language no one follows...its speakin fluently in the language everybody follows..