Yeah im aights

Well what can i say except that i am purely awesome. The other night we went to watch inception. It was a freaking hectic movie, however before the movies i went home to get changed. Because Nathan and DC were in the car i rushed a little and it was rainy and dark, i ran in and my foot got caught under the welcome mat... I stumbled a few steps cos my shoes were wet and i was trying to balance, i then fell forward and tried to break my landing on the floor with my hands but it was really dark so i didnt realise how close the wall was. I faceplanted into the wall and my nose started bleeding. Despite this i still got changed and went back and told em my heroic tale. Im pretty much a warrior to be honest.
Speaking of which, i have to go do my medicals soon for this whole army business, Its such a hassle and im so lazy alll the time, but i suppose once i get into the routine of a soldier, its going to grow on me and just like hurtlocker says "war is an addiction". I hope i dont get addicted to war, but i guess it would be cool...
Freaking inception was amazing, mindfucked to the max. I wish i had dreams within dreams, that would be so fucking hectic. Last night when i was sleeping i had a kick and it felt wierd, that falling feeling u get is pretty awesome, like one day i wanna set up a video camera to see what its like when i have a kick, i suppose its like having a spasm in ur bed. The movie was really cleverly designed to question the viewers interpretation of reality and dream. It got me into the whole idea of reality and dreams, and whether if i would live in a dream world or the real world, i would probably choose the dream world. I would be my own architect and everything would just be so cool. I fell asleep last night trying to remember that i was in a dream but i failed again. It was a really wierd dream that i had, i was inside a cave with Osama Bin Laden and we were talking about penguins, and then he stole outside and stole my car. I was really sad and disapopinted but at the same time worried what would happen if my mum found out. Then it moved onto me chasing a monkey down the street or something. It was so wierd and retarded but even the craziest things seem real for some reason when ur dreaming.
In a dream, you dont questoin what is happening and you just go with it. Whereas in reality u question everything, why do you think that is?
Man my legs are KILLING me! Doing freaking squats is so good for you but the pain you feel afterwards is just death, i think i need crutches omfg....
Negotiation skills was pretty damn fun, we argued about profits and primary goals and shit and i reckon this is gonna be a really useful course for me. I really enjoyed the first tutorial and seeing as im only doing one subject this semester, i think im gonna quite enjoy uni this semester. I dont wanna leave at the end of the year but i really want to at the same time. Just the prospect of what ill become when i come back is my motivation for going. I hope i dont let myself down.

YO SUP

Jason is at Daniels house, party just ended. He feels cold. His feet are cold like the 30 moons of mercury. Jason types this blog while breathing the cold air around him, the musky dampness of the air symbolises the air and its musky dampness, which can only be described as musky and damp. In the room next door he can hear the chitter chatter of those who have survived the clutches of sleep. The clutches of sleep, covered with sleepiness and sleepability, which didnt reach those who are still awake....

Wongs party was fun for Jason, he arrived late, why did he arrive late? was it fate? was it meant to be this way?the party started at 5, so why was Jason late? Is being late good or bad? Was JASON being late good or bad? The tidal wave of confrontation tampered with his mind until he decided to unwave the tidalness of this conflicted tampering. Alot of things happened at this party? Is this true? i think it is true? yes it is true! but what happened? I saw everything but yet i am still blind like a bat with no eyes in the dark at night. Did anything happen? of course something happened, many things happened, but what happened?

Well certain things happened to people, who i will not mention the names of, and then others whoose names will not be mentioned and then those others, who shall be named.... as anonymous. Jason limp fingers types slowly in the cold, why is it so cold? is it fate? is it fate that brought upon this coldness? this coldness feels cold, but is it cold? Yes it is cold.... but what is cold? is cold a substance? or is cold a matter? what is the matter? is matter cold? does cold matter?

I think im looking into it too much. However, there are many things unexpressed which can only be expressed in the ways of inexpressiveness. So i shall express this in a way where there is no expression. The End.

GINA HATES ME!

GINA HATES ME!

Predatorsssss

Jason slowly rubbed his chest from the pain that burned like a thousand fires. The aftermath of going to the gym yesterday followed by 5 hours of basketball had caught up with this fearless and bold warrior. Each movement Jason made was painful and stiff.

Jason didnt do much today, all he did was go to work for 5 hours and then went to watch a movie. He drove to Nathans house to pick him up and then at the cinemas he met Cecil who was by himself, Ronald who was by himself, Ophelia, Bevis and Lawrence who were in one car and Wong and i cant quite remember who he came with...... Im sure there was someone though, but i cant quite remember.

The movie they watched was Predatorssssssss. Being the smart and intelligent boy Jason he was, he had the whole movie figured out in his head.... but he wondered, why were there no Aliens... Anyways, the plot was as he thought it was and pretty much did not deviate at all. i give the film 5/10 as it was purely average.

Afterwards Jason went for a snackbox, with that Ronald kid. That Ronald kid is fantastic, did i mention he speaks very good english. He has never ever owned any embarassing books at all about learning how to read or write english properly. I love Ronald, many people say that he needs help with his English but i think he speaks perfectly good English, he doesnt even have an accent or anything, do u believe that? < 3

Lol then we sat in the car and made sweet passionate love.

We tried to call DC to prove a point but he didnt pick up. I remembered the time Darren showed me pictures of Brendon and said that they were related. silly brendon didnt believe me. Im serious Brendon that ur related to Darren! learn to be gullible when i tell u the truth lol, not when Darren tells u lies.

PS Ophelia, stop speaking to me in cantonese, i have no idea what the fuck u are trying to say to me, at all.. like seriously..

Me: Ophelia im not cantonese

Ophelia: speaks cantonese

Me: Ophelia, i still do not speak cantonese...

Ophelia: Speaks cantonese

Me: Ophelia, i have not learnt cantonese since i last spoke...

Ophelia: Speaks cantonese

Me: FOR FUCKS SAKE!

PSS Also Brendon remember.. today is the day u would quit gambling for good. Unlike every single other time u had a bad beat. today is for real.

Brendon: Dude im gonna quit for sure this time

Jaosn: Remember that time u sed u were gonna quit for sure and called me up the next day to go cc?

Brendon: yeah, but this time its different...

Jason: okay.

Brendon: IM serious! ill give u fifty bucks if i go gambling again........if you catch me gambling again...

Jason: Dude, ur fucked...

Brendon: Laughs like an idiot.

As He Lay In Bed

Jason lay there in bed, wondering what to write for his first blog entry. His short wisps of hair lightly brushing against his bed-sheets as he pondered about his day. Jason had recently got a haircut, the scissors used to cut his golden locks were held by none other than.............an untrained professional. The feelings of anxiety he felt were like that of Brendon losing 5k on roulette. Obviously this did not actually happen to Brendon, but Jason envisions that it might in the future cos he is a crazy mofo. To Brendon i say: "CALM UR FARM"!

Jason's haircut didnt actually turn out half bad, it was just that he looked more like the top of a palm tree, a tall sexy trimmed and well groomed palm tree. That day Jason learned how to play MahJong. The exhilarating play of MahJong intensified as he learnt strategies and tactics during gameplay. A tense and exciting game, only offered to the king of kings. The unnerving thrill he got when three tiles of the same kind comes out and u say "POOONNNNGGGG MOTHAFUCKAAS" ...in your head. Naturally Jason beat everyone and nobody wanted to play anymore cos they just kept getting owned.

The other day Jason got an ear piercing. He walked into the beauty parlour and the lady poked a needle through his ear. It wasnt until later that Jason found out that the lady put in a girls earring. It wasn;t Jasons fault that this happened. The lady only asked whether he wasnted silver or gold. Not whether if he wanted a chicks one or guys one. Jason didnt even realise it was a girls earring until Darren subtly yelled out "Hahahaha your earring is in the shape of a loveheart". A bitter feeling rose in Jasons heart, it was actually hunger. Jason was actually hungry, and his hunger was satisfied with hotpot. It was good, thank you Darren for having Jason over. Jason appreciates it and loves Darren, he is so sexy. If Jason had a gnome of Darren, he would sleep with that gnome and do things to it like no other person would sanely do to a gnome cos it would be unthinkable.

Today Jason went to poker and won, but then deliberately lost quickly so he could watch karate kid. This didnt happen... Cecil doesnt know how to tell the time. He knows how to do everything else except that.

As Jason lie in bed typing on kis laptop he starts to get sleepy. But not really, he just wasnts to watch some Glee.

GTGWG (got to go watch glee)