new favourite

oh man i love it.

to make it easier for the slower ones i've typed out the lyrics.
doesn't mean you should read ahead though, dumbtards.

some people say that rappers don't have feelings

we have feelings

some people say that we're not rappers

it hurts our feelings when you say that we're not rappers
we're rappers, what are we doing now then?

some people say that we're invincible

we're vincible

some people say that we're incredible

we're credible

what you are about to hear are true stories

real experiences

autobiographical raps

things that actually happened to us

recently we put them into rhyme instructions

bring the rhymes

i make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious

try to keep it nutritious, create wonderful dishes

not one of them thinks about the way that i feel

nobody compliments the meal

i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

i feel like a prized asshole, no one mentions the casserole

i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

takes a long time to prepare a casserole, motherfuckers

here's a little story bring a tear to your eye

i was shopping for a wet suit to scuba dive

but every suit i tried was too big around my thighs

the assistant suggests i try a ladies size

i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

i'm not gonna wear a ladies wet suit, i'm a man

i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

get me a, a small man's wet suit please

it's my birthday, two thousand and three

and i'm waiting for a call from my family

and they forgot about me

i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

the day after my birthday is not my birthday, mom

so i call all my friends, say let's go into town

but they're all too busy to go into town

so i go by myself, i go into town

then i see all my friends, they're all in town

and i've got hurt feelings

i've got hurt feelings

they're all lined up to watch that movie

he's just not that into you

have you ever been told that your ass is too big

have you ever been asked if your hair was a wig

have you ever been told you're mediocre a band

have you ever been described as having a weird-shaped head

have your friends ever forgotten you and driven away

once again, they forgot about jay

were you ever called homo cause at school you took drama

have you ever been told that you look like a llama

tears of a rapper

tears of a rapper now

i'm crying tears of a rapper

these are the tears of a rapper y'all

gold-plated tears of a rapper

bulletproof tears of a rapper

these are diamond tears of a rapper

pointless exercise

we call it seletar dam, but it should be seletar bridge-between-the-sea-and-the-stagnant-lake-next-to-the-golf-course.
but that's just too much fucking trouble.

s-dam it is.

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night range

last october we went out for a night shoot. i'm now trying to clear up the backlog and these've been sitting in my computer for quite a while. thus.

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i stood there for five minutes and it still came out blurred. motherfucker.

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blogspot's becoming a bitch to use; i have to upload pictures twice to get them to appear on the post. can't you just fucking keep things simple?

events

quite a few things happened actually.

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fell in love with the mini

yes. after that friend in camp talked about what he did to his mini ($60,000 worth of mods) and how good a platform it is to throw around, i drove the mini for more than a week in a row. it is unbelievably fun and corners like a fucking housefly. i can't believe i failed to notice this jewel, and it's been with us for almost three years.

it was only recently though that i found out that if you lock the mini from the inside you need to pull on the latch twice to get the door open. that reservist friend must think i was bullshitting him about the existence of our mini, cause i couldn't get his door open on the first try. oh well, i don't have the habit of locking my door when i drive.

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smashed up the mini

yeah, during my week of driving it around. right now my brother is adamant i shouldn't be allowed near any manual car if i couldn't even handle an auto, and he's going to actively petition my father to buy an auto for me. my only defense was i wasn't looking forward at the point of impact. i was checking my blind spot in an effort to avoid the retard in front. who ran away.

conclusion 1: it was pure bad luck

conclusion 2: don't ever check blind spot

i can't decide which is worse.

but it doesn't matter what my brother says anyway; i've determined i can't afford to take over the installment of any car in any case,  which my father seems to be expecting of me. so i wouldn't want him to buy one anyway.

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loads of assignment deadlines

as a result my body can't tell night from day right now. and i'm producing substandard stuff for my teammates. good thing the leader's giving me another day or two to clean up my shit.

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looking for a job

yes. actively. unfortunately i'm already desperately trying to claw my way into my normal school schedule. this lag is due in part to the fact that i attended my two-week reservist in january. and it's going to happen all over again in july. but i really want to manage my life and include a job. cause i'm fucking desperate for the fucking duke. can't fucking wait. and nobody understands how i'm feeling. arg. angst.

it feels like i'm being ripped open from the fucking inside.

broken dreams

i came upon this while writing an essay on ethics.

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hell begins the day god grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.

goethe

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it's good shit. bloody generous of god to grant this gift eh? gives us all a reason to regret.

but instead of hindsight, why not foresight?

had a talk with dad till late last night.
i admit i never thought things through from his point of view.

but neither did he.

this post is about my broken dreams.
and my father's.

further into the unknown

went shooting again, and so on and so forth.

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manufactured beach

trusty transport

i adore it

why always the tallest ones?

well maybe we should give them some names.

L-Bros, F-Mac, F-Mae...

perpetrator

missed

thicker than hair

motocross country

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recently stripped the hooligan helmet down for cleanup and maintenance. it's still in pieces all over the table, waiting for replacement parts to arrive. waiting for my new helmet to arrive as well. it's more insane than this one. oh god, awesomeness is me.

i don't swear by the brand but at least it's seriously cool and exclusive without being too shouty.

due to some unforeseen circumstances i shall hopefully be riding again soon. and no more miniature capacity scooters or scramblers; i'm getting a liter bike. so looking forward to it.

just realised i forgot to update trist and renne about my blogshift. unlike the masses, they get undenied access.