The car pulled up next to me. It was a Police Wagon.
Just as I got out, the cops laughed and said, “Oh! It’s a guy driving the Barina!”.
Obviously he knows that Barina’s are queer.
I was left cursing under my breath, as my faithful father sat giggling in the car.
Another epic story from Brandon.
Steph’s Polaroid camera was present during Georgie’s party last night.
Let me set the scene for you,
It’s windy, grey skies, minus 50 mother-fucking-degrees.
I am hung over. I went to a mates place for a piss up…
Do I really care? No.
Do I really want to get a job that pays well but puts the weight of the world on my shoulders? No.
I just want to live my life how I want. Not to regret that one test score. Not to say “I wish I worked harder”.
They say it’s what you put in now that is what counts. No. It’s what I can get out of life, without wasting it. I want to party, play, flirt, go on vacations, have kids, explore myself. That is what I want to do.
There is no need to worry. There is no need to stress. It’s not the end of my world, and it should not be the end of yours.
I want to enjoy life. Not stress about it.
I never want to be forgotten. I want to be remembered in history. Not just another name that someone glances at in the obituaries. I want to put a face to that name, I want my friends to remember me, my family to miss me. For the world to know me, just to know I existed. “Unattainable dreams are the best kind.” It may be, on my deathbed. It may be in my prime, it may have already happened. I just want someone, anyone to remember me, and for them to pass it on. Just the acknowledgement of existence is the true desire of every human being that ever graced the earth, whether they are remembered for great achievements, academic or athletic. Humanitarian or crimes against humanity, it is irrelevant. All I ever want is to be remembered.
Somehow the rain reminds me of how everyone is human, how nothing and no one is perfect. Not even the world/weather. It’s like the world is crying and I can’t help but reflect on my life and see all the positives.
I have a dream. A dream of a world without creepy teachers that find one student, latch onto them like a leach would an unsuspecting person. Sucking the absolute awesome-ness out of their life, and all those around them. Effectively thriving off all awesome, making society black and grey.
Brandon
taufiq says hi :)
I’m going to get a lot of shit for this but, hey, at least I’m expressing myself, which is basically the point of this post.
When I first ran into tumblr a while back I saw it as a potential way to really be able to take blogging to the next level. A cross between a social-networking website and blogspot. When I got around to finally use it was just a place for people to post pictures along with a clever or ‘deep’ caption.
I miss you Taufiq! Where have you been? You know what, the other day when Chong Aik, you and I were supposed to meet but it got cancelled, I...
I edited my wall.
added more photos, moved things around.
looks cool :)
gonna do more when i buy more ink for my printer.
dad brought me home a...
…I managed to drop a tin of Chocolate Sultanas on my big toe.
Its currently bleeding, and its...
To those that know me personally, I’m not exactly a religious fanatic, quite the opposite.
However,
I went to church on Sunday with a girl...
WHAT THE HELL D:
Aww.. TAUF IT’S OUR SONG!
Like the album artwork? :P
