Junior College Year 2

Well so the holidays come to a close.
Most of my friends are split into 2 schools of thought.

Number 1:
Whatever J2. I aint afraid of you. I totally studied last year
And this year is gonna be a synch. So come on J2. Bring on your worst.
I'm ready.

I would like to classify these people as MUGGERS.

Number 2:
Shit man. Holidays are ending. None of my assignments are complete.
And fuck A levels are coming. Hard core mugging. Teachers always being annoying.
I can't take this shit man. Fuck J2.

These are the SLACKERS where I fall under.



But I feel this year. Unlike the past 10 years of going back to school to a new year.
I am gonna adapt a slightly more posititve attitude. Well it really depends.
Some say positive. I say don't really give a fuck.

Adopt a 'come what may' mindset. But for this to be successful.
We also have to have a 'giving up isn't in my vocabulary' mindset.
So that if it gets really tough. Quitting s not an option.
I know its a bit late. But this shall be my new years resolution.

So to anyone who's reading. Mugger slacker or fellow stragglers to my current state now.
All the best for J2. Cause all that's been promised by those before, is that its gonna be a
Bitch. A real bitch.

invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

where is it?

I need something to work for.
Feel fucking aimless.
And that's fun.
But if this keeps on going for too long.
I'm fucked.

Maybe J2 starting soon won't be such a bad thing.
Might finally have some aim again.
Where the fuck is softball?!?!?!

Shorty's like a melody stuck in my head.

Lately has been a ravenous spectrum of
People, places & polaroids.
Well not real ones.
Just flashes of memories, of a scene from a memory.
Just thought it'd be cool to have a sentence full of P's.
Well anyways.
Hanging out here.
Smoking there.
Guitar Hero-ing somewhere else.
Going to the driving range.
Smacking some balls.
Hope my knee holds up tomorrow.
And the day after.

Its not about your make ups.
Or how you try and shape up these
Tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams huhney.

Starting to feel slightly stagnated again.
The little moments on the bus.
Made me miss something.

Still trying to figure out what it is.
We'll all find out soon enough.
(Y)

first impressions

Sombre walk of a boy.
Uninterested facial expressions.
An attitude so laid back,
Matched that of a lazy sunday surfer.
Not saying surfers are lazy.
They just seem to always be at ease.
Which is pretty much like this boy.
Teachers think he doesn't give a shit.
Well he might not.
Thing is.
He himself isn't sure where he's heading.
But would it be so bad to just take life as an.
Adventure?
It would be more interesting.
Less structured.
But then again.
When you're in a college.
Structure isn't something you can get away from.

Life in Narnia or Hogwarts.
Now that's what life as an adventure is all about.
Tales of kings amd kingdoms.
Evil queens and sorceres.
I don't exactly wanna be in a fantasy world.

Just that if life wasn't so mundane.
I could be less apathetic and sombre or uninterested.
Just saying.

knee

Thanks to the knee injury.
The only sport I play now which doesn't feel like someone
Jammed a knife into my knee is golf.
Not saying thereisnt any pain but its not excruciating.
Major injuries really annoy me.
Makes me feel useless.
Oh well.
Get back to fitness soon.
Hopefully.

How cool would it be if how now purple cow existed?

Post-India *pun intended* lolwtf

So india pretty much was a good flash of 10 days. Just came and went.
Best way to put it would be for me to put together some of the more coagulated thoughts of india
Into the next paragraph. And that pretty much would've been my india trip.


Garland surprise at the airport.
Terminator's Tea.
Grandpa fainting in the middle of a shit hole town.
Murder + rape = not getting back to the hotel.
Maniacle bus drivers and freaky deities.
Ninjas in a small town.
Communist brochures.
Toure the most punctual indian guy you'll ever meet.
Head-scratchingly spicy.
A little France in india, here I could live.
ECR.
Cold kothu prata.
Dinner in downtown Chennai on a dodgey hotel rooftop with South African indians.

Mind. Blow.