I was out with a group of friends at my favourite bar the other week, on a night that just happened to be karaoke night. "Ha, look at those fools", I remember saying to my mates whilst laughing at the middle-aged balding man who was currently on stage singing a very monotone reenactment of an obvious favourite of his, a Bruce Springfield song. Mind you, this was early on in the night when I was a lot less... influenced by alcohol.
Fast forward a few hours and everything looks a hell of a lot more fun, including karaoke...
"Dude, dude, duuuude... let's sing karaoke!"
"Dude I am not singing karaoke. No freakin' way!" my best mate Jason retorts.
"Pfft, chicken, come on who is going to care how bad we are?" is my very persuasive rebuttal.
"I will care!"
He seemed diligent.
I sign our names up when his back is turned. My choice of song... 'Untouched - by the Veronicas'. No I don't know why... and for two blokes in their young 20's, it was quite an interesting sing ha! Just when Jason thought he had gotten away with it, the karaoke host announced it was time. The look on Jason's face was hilarious!
"Wh-what! I... how? When did you sign us up!? I'm not doing it!"
I gladly run up on stage, and tell the joyous announcer to give Jason some motivating words to get him up on stage also.
"Jason? Jason! Jason, don't be a wuss. Everyone, if you can please turn your attention to the man at the back of the room, trying to hide behind the wall"
Ha, brilliant! That worked of course.
And away we were! Singing away! Kind of... ok we didn't go very well. Actually in honesty we were quite terrible. I had a beer in my hand whilst on stage, I think I spent most of the time drinking in between choruses, the words were going too far fast to keep up with so a lot of the time was just silence or mumbles, and I am pretty sure half way through someone shouted out "gay!".
But, you know, to hell to you people sitting on the sidelines!
I had actually forgotten that 'Sing karaoke' was on my Life List, so as an added bonus I can mark another task off the list. Win all round.
Living life to the fullest =)
21 June 2011
11 June 2011
Tattoo auditions commence!
Update: I finally went and got this tattoo done!
Every year, usually as summer is approaching, my best mate Jason and I every year without fail start a random conversation with "Duuuuude! We should totally get tattoos!". Much praise and enthusiasm is had by all, followed by a chink of our beer glasses to celebrate our latest brilliant scheme with the next hour dedicated to brainstorming tattoo designs, locking in 'deadlines' of when this needs to be happen by, and who else we can get involved.
This has been going on for about... hmm, 5 years now... ha!
This year is different however. With my plans to move to New York City next year I definitely want to leave my country with some more individuality and uniqueness before I get swept away and hidden in the huge sea of people I'll be interacting with in my travels. Alas, it is this year or never.
The problem however is I am notorious for being highly indecisive...
One time, when I was about 17, I went to buy a Nintendo DS. Easy, right? Ha, as if! You can't simply just go and buy a Nintendo DS just like that you know... because there is the life-depending choice of what colour DS to buy! Hmm, ok, so, my choices are either the black one, or the white one... I think I'll take the white one, it looks pretty cool. Actually scratch that, the black is way cooler! Ok done, the black one it is. Hmm, hang on, let's have a look at that white one again. Damn, the white one is definitely cooler! Ok done! Let's go quick before I change my mi... on second thoughts, black it is! Damn this is too hard, let's call a friend... "Dude, I need help, I'm here at the store, they are about to close, and I can't decide what colour DS to buy!"
Literally 25 minutes later I finally walked out with the black one. True story.
If I have such a hard time deciding what colour my Nintendo DS should be... how am I meant to decide upon a permanent tattoo! Well I think the mantra I am going with to force myself to get one is basically 'just go with it'. What's the worst that can happen? It is highly unlikely I'd end up regretting it to the point that I hate it... right?
Anyways, thus far my most favoured design in mind is text on my left forearm that says "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything", with a crude recreation in blue pen to put it better in perspective as below:
With the font, size and style of the design I think I'd like to aim for to be something akin to:
I never do anything unless I have meaning behind it, so the design I'd choose for a tattoo certainly is no exception. The phrase is actually from the movie Sucker Punch, and whilst my affection to use the phrase as a tattoo has nothing to do with my love or hate of the movie (side note: it rocked!), I just remember as soon as I heard it it really hit me hard, leaving me frozen in a bit of a inner 'woah' moment.
So yes, I believe that this phrase basically puts into words how I already live, the philosophy of how I believe life should be lived, and how I'd assume I will continue to live by for perhaps the rest of my days.
Thoughts, opinions, feedback fellow bloggers? I'd highly appreciate them, even if they are negative to my idea. Seriously =)
Every year, usually as summer is approaching, my best mate Jason and I every year without fail start a random conversation with "Duuuuude! We should totally get tattoos!". Much praise and enthusiasm is had by all, followed by a chink of our beer glasses to celebrate our latest brilliant scheme with the next hour dedicated to brainstorming tattoo designs, locking in 'deadlines' of when this needs to be happen by, and who else we can get involved.
This has been going on for about... hmm, 5 years now... ha!
This year is different however. With my plans to move to New York City next year I definitely want to leave my country with some more individuality and uniqueness before I get swept away and hidden in the huge sea of people I'll be interacting with in my travels. Alas, it is this year or never.
The problem however is I am notorious for being highly indecisive...
One time, when I was about 17, I went to buy a Nintendo DS. Easy, right? Ha, as if! You can't simply just go and buy a Nintendo DS just like that you know... because there is the life-depending choice of what colour DS to buy! Hmm, ok, so, my choices are either the black one, or the white one... I think I'll take the white one, it looks pretty cool. Actually scratch that, the black is way cooler! Ok done, the black one it is. Hmm, hang on, let's have a look at that white one again. Damn, the white one is definitely cooler! Ok done! Let's go quick before I change my mi... on second thoughts, black it is! Damn this is too hard, let's call a friend... "Dude, I need help, I'm here at the store, they are about to close, and I can't decide what colour DS to buy!"
Literally 25 minutes later I finally walked out with the black one. True story.
If I have such a hard time deciding what colour my Nintendo DS should be... how am I meant to decide upon a permanent tattoo! Well I think the mantra I am going with to force myself to get one is basically 'just go with it'. What's the worst that can happen? It is highly unlikely I'd end up regretting it to the point that I hate it... right?
Anyways, thus far my most favoured design in mind is text on my left forearm that says "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything", with a crude recreation in blue pen to put it better in perspective as below:
With the font, size and style of the design I think I'd like to aim for to be something akin to:
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| Image courtesy of one of my favourite bloggers, Oxford Interior Design |
So yes, I believe that this phrase basically puts into words how I already live, the philosophy of how I believe life should be lived, and how I'd assume I will continue to live by for perhaps the rest of my days.
Thoughts, opinions, feedback fellow bloggers? I'd highly appreciate them, even if they are negative to my idea. Seriously =)
07 June 2011
Can I get off this ride yet?
I cried my eyes out the other day. Sure, I'll admit it. I'm a 23 year old straight male and I actually got overwhelmed to the point where I just couldn't take it, and yeah, I just broke down for a good 10 minutes.
Why? I guess it was just a huge amount of little things, in general I can't really complain about my life (especially when I compare myself to the less fortunate, things could be a hell of a lot worst). But relax, I'm not going to go all Dr. Phil over here and spill all my problems ha. For starters, it would make for rather boring reading I am sure, and secondly, I don't know, there is still a level of anonymity I try to keep on this blog, despite my rather naturally open personality.
Ever since my breakup with my girlfriend, and losing my all-time bestfriend... I guess life has been rather empty ever since. Was I meant to suck in my pride, and try to make amends with them both? Perhaps. Life could of been vastly different if that was the case. But the fact is that that ship has long since sailed so I can't really even factor it into the equation. And sure, I've made some amazing new friends since then... but, they just somehow don't seem to compare.
The time aged problem of trying to fit the circle wooden shape into the rectangle hole...
I think my problem is I had this idea of how I envisioned life would be at 23, and then how life should be at 23, and then I compare on how life currently is at 23, and I just get... lost, and frustrated, and sad, that it isn't quite what I set it out to be. Couple that with my chronic indecisiveness, a tendency to over-analyze, frequent daydreaming of the future, the fear of boredom and a moderate level of crazy, and you get quite the rollercoaster.
But, just like the countless times before, when life gets you down, you just wait out the storm, hope for the best, and if you are lucky the sun will be shining again soon enough.
Note: Better blogs are still to come in the near future I promise ha =P
Why? I guess it was just a huge amount of little things, in general I can't really complain about my life (especially when I compare myself to the less fortunate, things could be a hell of a lot worst). But relax, I'm not going to go all Dr. Phil over here and spill all my problems ha. For starters, it would make for rather boring reading I am sure, and secondly, I don't know, there is still a level of anonymity I try to keep on this blog, despite my rather naturally open personality.
Ever since my breakup with my girlfriend, and losing my all-time bestfriend... I guess life has been rather empty ever since. Was I meant to suck in my pride, and try to make amends with them both? Perhaps. Life could of been vastly different if that was the case. But the fact is that that ship has long since sailed so I can't really even factor it into the equation. And sure, I've made some amazing new friends since then... but, they just somehow don't seem to compare.
The time aged problem of trying to fit the circle wooden shape into the rectangle hole...
I think my problem is I had this idea of how I envisioned life would be at 23, and then how life should be at 23, and then I compare on how life currently is at 23, and I just get... lost, and frustrated, and sad, that it isn't quite what I set it out to be. Couple that with my chronic indecisiveness, a tendency to over-analyze, frequent daydreaming of the future, the fear of boredom and a moderate level of crazy, and you get quite the rollercoaster.
But, just like the countless times before, when life gets you down, you just wait out the storm, hope for the best, and if you are lucky the sun will be shining again soon enough.
Note: Better blogs are still to come in the near future I promise ha =P
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