Getting My Mack On

June 25, 2008 at 11:47 pm (Gigs, Life, Rant) (, , , , )

So, today, I got ADD.

ADD as in the Annual Drama Disaster, not as in the mental illness. It’s basically (for those of you who don’t know) an amalgamation of videos/songs/live skits that the Class of ‘08 has come up with, and it always includes a strip show and a quiz.

So I was playing keyboards for tonight, and as I was warming up/looking at the crowd, a girl I once knew sort of looked at me (surprisingly coyly, I might add) and so I kind of gave her a wave, and then she flipped me off. A bit strange, I thought.

Another effect that ADD had was on one of my friends, who was quite disappointed that his skit didn’t get included in the final performance. Granted, there was quite a bit cut out, but by the end of the night, it certainly seemed like the jocks at my school were the leaders of the night – the MCs promised us (Dave and the Haze) a shout-out of thanks, but did we get it?

No, of course not. They don’t care about us. They asked us to play everyone out of the hall, and then what did they do, played music over the top of us! Admittedly, it was Knights of Cydonia by Muse, and so I started singing along, but still, it’s pretty rude and I was quite downtrodden by it.

But now, to the title of my post. A running joke of the night was “Will Matt (a guy in my class) get his mack on?” Now, I must explain something. Getting one’s mack on is simply what is frequently known as “hooking up” with someone, or something a bit further even. So, after I had been playing keys for that long, you’d think that at least someone would have come up and said “great playing” or “you look hot in that hat (it’s the one in my DP), wanna go out sometime?”

But no, sadly, today I was forced to walk down to the nearby shops and buy McDonald’s instead, with my good friends (who happened to be there).

Oh, but wait. McDonald’s wouldn’t serve me; the guy in front of me was the last before closing time. And then my Asian friend Jacky Chan went to the register after me and got served… O_o;

So what I’d like to know, is whether or not McDonald’s supports racial anti-discrimination?

It was then. in McDonald’s, talking with my friends, that I realised the true horror of the night; that I don’t actually have a date to the formal >.<

It was a problem two years ago, and it’s a problem now. The problem still remains though. It’s almost an equation of natural decay:

Don’t know anyone => Don’t go to parties => Don’t get my mack on => Don’t even get a formal date.

So friends, the next time you go out to a big social event like ADD ‘08, please, get your mack on, or you will feel quite miserable.

And don’t forget to keep wandering.

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Ghost Writer

June 24, 2008 at 10:18 pm (4U, Poetry) (, , )

It’s the first of many poetry write-ups, this one. The poem I’d like to share with you today was written during the ten minutes immediately following my 4-unit English class today. The poem is a metaphor for superficiality; but even that is also a metaphor for something else…

Ghost Writer

In retrospect, his meaning was too shallow.
The real reason, the only reason he had
Was to satisfy himself in the eyes of others.
He didn’t want anything to do with it,
Really, if you ask him,
He’ll say he told you so.

She didn’t want anything to do with it either,
    (although she did seem fine when I asked,)
She just wanted to fit in,
Be like the rest of them. That life was
Never her life.

And then the sweetest taste of
Honey, on her lips and his,
Stealing away like the night, and their
Poetry – their poetry was not their own;

All anyone ever asked of them
Was their story, ripped and drawn out;
Until the final reckoning of the people
Reveals their mistakes, and forgives them.

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Sunday, Sunday… (ba da da, ba da da da)

June 22, 2008 at 1:32 pm (Life, Rant) (, , )

So it’s 1:22 PM on Sunday, and I’ve literally just woken up. Got a largely superficial phonecall at 9:06, and then decided to go back to sleep. XD

I’ve been thinking about a few things recently, like the meaning of life and such, and I’m appalled to find that there are still so many naturalists around today – that is, they think that the only purpose in life is to reproduce and then die. It’s horrible.

The meaning of life, to me, is something that we can’t really put a value on, because it’s different for everyone else – I would agree that the purpose of existence is to reproduce and die, but that’s not the answer to why, it’s the answer to what.

If you ask me what my meaning of life is, I will direct you to listen to some Beethoven or Tchaikovsky, and maybe tell you to go to an art gallery and appreciate what’s there. The meaning of life is basically, then, to make life better and more beautiful than it already is. Modernists will argue with me, believing that “art and literature reached its peak in that age”, but I am a member of the infamous Generation Y, that is, I am a post-modernist. We acknowledge that the world is chaotic (to use a blander vocabulary I’d say it was completely fucked), and then we find the beauty in that chaos and bring it out for the world to see.

There’s an interesting rant for you, thanks for reading.

And as always, keep wandering.

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Hello world~

June 21, 2008 at 12:03 am (Life) (, , )

It’s been a while since I was on the blogging scene; I decided to start over with my blogspot because it was getting a lot of cluttered thoughts from my mind – and so I decided to move to WordPress. It’s interesting, my school email doesn’t like WordPress – I had to register about 4 times before realising it and switching to my Gmail, but at least I got here in the end.

Anyway, there’s going to be a lot of poetry, short stories, maths proofs, music and all kinds of creative stuff on here, so stay tuned, and as always, keep wandering.

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