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12 Sep

Yesterday,while at work and on Gmail Talk, the man (that noun should suffice as a placeholder till its gender is actually discovered) known as Chris decided to give me some feedback on my post about the convocation…

12:23 PM
Chris: Your lil ditty
Btw
You and Raddy broke up?
me: you fucking skank…Raddy is a good friend
bastid
hoe
newb
READ READ READ
12:24 PM Dedicating songs to dear friends we knew*

* Raddy, if you’re reading this, Champagne Supernova is amazing. Thanks.

idiot
Chris: Fucker
‘we knew’
me: you DO love to get me in trouble don’t you?
12:25 PM it rhymes with new now STFU:P
Chris: Naaaaaaaaah
me: that rhymes too!
Chris: Ermm
Stay with O&M
me: it rhymes withe “new” so just STFU you too:P!
Chris: Jackarse

Little did i know that he’s as delusional as they get. It’s possibly due to his habit to buy 100% original stuff all the time, be it games or music. Tsk, tsk, the world is full of sad folk.

Now Listening To: Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Sealings

Convo Night!

3 Sep

When you start contemplating you don’t stop. So much so that you wonder, double, triple and quadruple check everything you do. Even every small action, every detail comes under scrutiny as if there’s a flaw in the woodwork, just waiting to be found. You know its reached pathetic proportions when you wonder if you should continue blogging or just leave it hanging at the penultimate juncture of your nondescript college life and as you….

*pulls the plug on the philosophical bull shit, enough rabble, drivel and nonsense, let this post finally BEGIN!*

Ahem, so where was i…

Ah, yes let’s begin with a song shall we?

Sung to the tune of Kashmir by Led Zeplin (should be better than Diddy’s bastardization of the song) or Dontcha by the Pussycat Dolls (if you have positively no idea of Led Zep or Kashmir, you fail at life, hence tune it to a shitty mainstream track.

The Convo Night by h3lios:

Saturday’s convocation was an epic mess
Shivy taking potshots at magazines, he had slides!
We ended up sending each other many an sms
Most of which were about how it “rocked our undersides”

Chorus: Ooooh, this is the last day of it all
Sign up with the Alumni, 50% off if you want more
Stop thinking of the after party and who’s doing who^^ in the stalls
Listen on how to mudsling media without blood and gore

Somehow it ended, and we escaped from a fate worse than 4 DM lecs in a row
Alive, just barely, a beer mug or ten for our troubles
To make everything better, because now it all blows
Like soldiers we strafed through the rabble

Onwards to the Paradise of Sports Bar!

Chorus x 2

We drank till our sides were sore
Laughed with, at and right through friends old and new
Discussing who’s where and much more
Dedicating songs to dear friends we knew*

Chorus x 2

And before we knew it, it was all over, filled with misery
Just like that, no not the mag
College gone, another page in our Dear Diaries**
Now begins days that just drag***

Chorus x 2

But we were left with one amazing souvenir
Our “friends” forgot to pay their bills^
Jacked were we, right in the rear
A few phone calls later, a last drunken walk home and everything was still.
Like it was before.

Now Listening To: Enter Shikari – Jonny Sniper

* Raddy, if you’re reading this, Champagne Supernova is amazing. Thanks.

** Or in this case, blogs.

*** Work for the lose.

^ Moral of the story: never be the last to leave. At least we managed to muster enough cash. It’s easy when you have a spare kidney. Who needs 2 anyway?

^^ Pure speculation derived from imagination.

That’s BIG!

28 Aug

BioShock is epic. i’ve never been so excited for a game since FFVIII. The demo is brilliant, the art work superb and gameplay superlative to say the least. Oh and the story seems quite godlike too.

Apart from rampant BioShock sessions, the usual moaning about work sessions, my life seems to have , ironically at this juncture, gained meaning.

All hail convocations.

It is time where you prance around ye olde college gates and put on a great pretense of hitting it big time with illusions of grandeur, pomp and show. Showing the world and more importantly your “friends” that you’re the best there is, right up there sharing a table with the big dogs, when actually you’re shitting bricks in the dog pound.

A mere shell of your former self, coming to terms with the realities of life. But, hey, life’s about oneupmanship right?

After all nothing soothes an ego more than talking big, playing big and being big, even if its just for a few hours, the after effects are good enough to please the only thing that’s big.

No get your head out of the gutter, it’s the ego.

And it is with this event, an event which is probably worth shit on the great, grand cosmic scale of the universe, that my life has suddenly gained meaning and purpose beyond my greatest imagination and understanding.

Now if you excuse me, i’ve to practice the subtle arts of name dropping, adopting a snooty “i’m Paris Hilton, bitch” attitude and mugging up the dictionary in search of words that would make me sound super cool.

Yes, this is what all the cool kids do. Be one today. And get 25% off the next blog post. Special offer valid while stocks last!

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