I want you back.

Ever thought back and think to yourself about the things you want back in life? OF COURSE YOU DID. We all regret the things that we did. We call regret the things that we gave up, lost, or even traded away. It's just one of those times where you think and say to yourself "I want it back.". Now whatever 'it' is is totally up to you (results may vary). Whether it be money, a video game you let your friend borrowed and never got back, a bicycle, whatever! Even the smallest things can make a person want it back. This is just a random blog, splur of the moment kind a deal ya dig?

Peace.

Camping in the ghetto.

On the eve of Victoria's Day (Happy Victoria's Day btw), my family visited our relatives (well actually family friends, but we've known them from time, they're practically my cousins) to check out their newly revamped house. To my awe the job was exceptionally well done. I wonder if they could do that to my house... Anyways it was nice seeing them again seeing that I haven't seen time since... late August!

Got to catch up with cousins, then we went to Upper Canada Mall where I was able to purchase various items. At HMV I was able to get my hands on Zach Braff's Garden State, and Astro Boy Greatest Astro Adventures DVD, and a Sonic Youth CD.





After my gold mine hunt at HMV, we went on to XXI where I got my self two nice flannels and my brother a t-shirt (see how much I love my brother? Practically spoiling him).

Later that night I went over to a friends (the rendezvous point) and waited for the call to dip and get the party started. We headed to our friends house in one of the infamous ghetto neighborhoods known in Canada. What we thought would be a house party turned out to be a night stroll in the dark that lead to a random park with one bench, where we sat and ate our chicken wings from Wing Street. We started tripping out near the end of our meal because we saw and heard raccoons. Those furry critters will frigging kill you. Anyways after leaving the natural resort and taking the dark pathway back, we started getting more and more paranoid for every step we took further. At one point we heard a loud noise from the side and all of us started to scream and disperse. After ending our journey in the forest of dim and darkness, we headed towards a playground of a nearby public school. We chilled there for a bit and just started talking about what everybody loves talking about most, ghosts. Real or is it just in your head? Two out of the 5 of us got in to a heated debate, while the other 3 just stood and paid attentions.



The night ended at Tim Horton's where me and my friend chowed down on the worlds finest chili after it had been caught microwaved in front of our eyes... I realized I had forgotten my keys at home and was forced to call my house at 2am in the morning... I thought I was gonna get an ear full when I called when my mom picked up, but to my surprise she did not give me and has yet to recall about it either today. Lucky me... Well tomorrow I got work and tonight I guess I'm gonna go shoot some fireworks that I saved from my Japan trip.

Peace.

Deactivated.

A few moments I decided to let go of one of the few things that keeps me distracted (rather than occupied for the right reason), I have just deactivated my Facebook account. Facebook has distracted me long enough and consumed an overwhelming amount of my time since I signed up for the fad back in 2007. It's time for a change, time to be more productive, time to be more aware, now is not the time to be stupid and naive, no more excuses. Period. If I want something I gotta go seek and get it, no more waiting. Those who wait will do nothing more than just that and get nothing more than just that.

I'm only 18 years old and already I'm working two jobs. On average I'll probably be working 6 days a week, it will be extremely difficult for me to find time to have fun. Tuition had to be so dam costly, as a matter fact the cost of living here in general is expensive, seriously fucken $3.50 fare for a damn bus ride? I started working at a factory and man it's extremely labour intensive, not only that but it is also mindless work. You do the same thing over and over again, as time pass by you start to think to yourself "This is not worth living for.". I truly feel empathy for the people I work with, they're all adults probably old enough to be my parents, and at such an age their stuck working such a pitiful job, it sucks man. Now I truly understand why my parents always stressed education, they don't want me ending up working in a warehouse for the rest of my life, struggling to make ends meet and have little to none for luxury spending.

My way of living needs to change too, no more sleeping past midnight. My new job requires me to start work at 8am! During last semester I didn't usually wake up until at least 10am. I need to restructure my sleep cycle, be more active, and quit lounging around the house! The sad thing is, I talk all this shit and I'm probably not gonna do any of it. It's just the way I am sadly, not many things get me excited anymore, maybe I'm just another dog of society put on this planet just to age and forced to do a job that makes those above me richer. The rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer, my friend reiterated that for me earlier today and I remember my professor saying it many times in his lecture. And indeed it is true. I just want a life where I can just sleep and go out and have fun, but I guess you need money for that too. If the economy was not in such a slump maybe I would not be in this situation, sad to say people but money does contribute to happiness. You can't do anything without money, think about it. Money makes the world go round but it also tears people apart; families, friends, relationships, and etc.

Aside from money, my life has also been a social mute. I am too incompetent, I have the hardest time approaching the opposite sex and befriending them. I'm surprised I do have a few friends that are of the opposite gender. Ironically, my closest friends are also girls with the except of the Jay Train (EAGLLLLLEEEEEEEE). But I'll leave it at that. To be short, it's time to man up. Time to activate a new life.

Peace.

And it starts...

So my summer break has officially begun just a few days ago and so far I've been bored out of my balls. I finally finished all my exams, one of which was gruesomely difficult. BUT with a slim margin of error, I managed to score a 62%! Guaranteeing me to pass the course! I was so proud when I found out, even after I had finished my last exam on Wednesday I still had that huge burden on me because there was still a chance for me to fail a course. And with my parents I could not afford (figuratively speaking and literally) to do so.

So enough about school, as you can see within my recent posts I have been really really really emo lately. And after reading what I posted, I said to myself "the hell got into me?". Good news is I've been feeling better lately. Hopefully there won't be anymore emo posts for a while (I won't say forever because forever is a promise I obviously cannot keep).

Since the day my break commenced, I've been writing music and I've already finished one and I named it "Morrigan" after the sexy anti-hero from DarkStalkers.

She is the definition of drop-dead gorgeous.

I started working on another song and titled it "Lilith" who is also related to Morrigan. I told you I'd name my songs with girl names. Now writing lyrics is hard. Writing music is hard too, I try to make my songs the way ART-SCHOOL does. But I don't wanna make it sound like a direct bite from their music which is even harder to do than the previous two.

Today I went to Pickle Barrel with my friend and we had too much to eat. I never felt so sick in my life. Afterward we watched Ghost of Girlfriend's Past, there was this moment when the characters shared a brotherly love moment and I started to tear. This is due to me having a brother that I dearly love and care for. The movie was entertaining nonetheless. Plans for tomorrow? MY COMPUTER SHALL BE REPAIRED.

Oh I need another job, my current job just ain't giving me enough hours.