The One with the Guilt-Free Procrastination

What it do? So I'm officially in Second Year now. Feels so weird; just like that feeling back when I started Year 8. I remember thinking, "Finally! There are people here younger than me. Time to bully!" Of course, I never did bully anyone, but it was still fun to think I actually could.

Speaking of Year 8, this story just popped in my head. I remember my very first class for that year. We had DT, and I walked in, all confident like. Juls and TJ were there, and since I never really talked to them until that year, the first big memory I remember involving them was how they got to watch me make an ass out of myself: I slammed my bag on one of the tables in a moment of perceived coolness, only to have the Coke cans I'd stashed inside explode and caffeinate my books. Great success! I had Coke-covered books for that whole year.

Anyways, sidetracked! This entry's about my last week of Holidays. A fair shitload of stuff happened; I tried to fit as much stuff as possible seeing as I'd be spending the next four months drowning in Uni work. As such, quick recaps and bullet points for all!

• Sunday - Spent most of the day watching All-Star Saturday (which, by the way, was rather underwhelming), until I had to go to church during the arvo. Afterwards, decided to visit Ian; having the car is such a freedom boost. Anywho, bummed at his for ages, trying to figure out what to do. We eventually decided to go back to mines. Pat met up with us there, and we chilled and watched Donnie Darko. Funny: Ian kept talking throughout the movie (to be fair, it DOES require heaps of attention and thinking) and Pat ended up having to yell at him to just shut up and watch. Very nice, how much?
• Monday - Woke up early to watch the All-Star Game (again, sadly underwhelming ...too much putting in effort, not enough of a blowout). Ian eventually dropped by, as did Reyes. We all ended up watching a replay of the Dunk Contest (which, after a strong start, ended up fairly mehh; DWIGHT HOWARD WAS ROBBED! ), then watched the Dirty Sanchez movie. Side note: must finish watching Dirty Sanchez movie. Afterwards, I drove to the game (in the rain, no less, which apparently made me "P-Plater of Time"). Driving in the rain is no joke: if you fuck up, the margin for error's a lot smaller. But we all managed to make it home okay. The game was fucked: thank you, technical fouls, for helping us lose an 8-point lead with about a minute or so left. Sigh. Good times.
• Tuesday - Woke up with nothing to do, but with a sense of wanting to do something and having the car to go somewhere. Initially wanted to go Parra to get some shopping done (new SLAM, new Complex, new Bloc Party album, The Wire season sets), but realised I could find most of the stuff at Mount Druitt anyways. So I got Ian and Pat to come along, seeing as Ian needed to get a haircut anyways. Bought A Weekend in the City, but skimped on The Wire; cutties 'cause it was $75! Afterwards, went and visited Tristan and took over his PS2 to play Tekken. Well, they played Tekken, and I spouted insults and random trash talk.
• Wednesday - Don't remember much; I think this was my sole bumming day.
• Thursday - Beach day! Organised a Bondi thing with the guys (which, surprisingly, posed very little problems), so we went and got our beach on. Ended up seeing the OLMC girls there as well; they had their own thing planned. Good beach day. After beaching, ended up staying in the City to watch Rocky Balboa. I liked the movie; out of the ones I'd seen, it was the only one to stick to the basics and keep shit simple, so I thought it worked well. Funny shit, coming home from the City at around 9-10PM, still in our board shorts and beach clothes and such.
• Friday - Wasn't supposed to do much, but ended up going to Ian's house with Juls to chill. Later on, Dro dropped by as well, and he felt like doing something 'cause it was his last Friday of freedom as well. So, we bought a case of Extra Dry Platinums and drank up at his house. Great success! Actually, no it wasn't. I only had one beer; I'm not much of a beer drinker. I brought my trusty Smirnoff bottle along instead. But I was feeling sick that day, so I barely drank, just a couple of drinks; not even enough to get tipsy. Anywho, we ended up going out to the city on a whim that night; got into UN actually. Ian said he had a shitty time, even though he got in for free, got shouted drinks, and got to shuffle in the house room. Ahh well, I had a good night.
• Saturday - got home from clubbing at 7:30AM, and didn't get any sleep until 9AM. Then I had to wake up at 9:30AM. Oh well, it was for a good cause: I went to the City to go shopping with Fonz. Couldn't really find anything, so that was disappointing. Oh well, better luck next time. Anywho, got a bit more sleep when I got home, then went out to Kellyville for Sarah's end of summer BBQ thingy. It was a pretty good night; I got to experience the FUN of being a designated driver for the first time. So awesome, not getting to drink and all. But it's all good, people have DD'd for me before, so I don't mind doing it every once in a while. Oh, and cutties! I brought my camera and was geeked to take some photos, but then realised that I'd forgotten the Memory Stick at home. Awesome. As always, we were the last to leave. Chilled in my cul-de-sac for a little while afterwards, before everyone eventually got sleepy and fucked off.
• Sunday - my last day, spent chilled, listening to Zero 7 for most of the day.

I'm thinking of getting some early sleep tonight to try and correct my fucked up sleeping patterns, so I best be off. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. July! Where are you? Why be four months away for?

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Back for the first time

What it do? Just decided to up and resuscitate this thing on a whim. Realised that a shitload's happened since I last updated this for real, and since I didn't want it to go to waste, I'm back to breathe some new life into this blog.

Okay, so I was just bored at 2AM and felt like writing shit, right? And with Uni rearing it's grotesque fucking head, I realise that updating both this and my Multiply is gonna be bothersome. Oh well.

Anyways, a quick-ass recap of what's gone down since I last had something on this:

• Got into UNSW; Advanced Science, majoring in Psych
• Finally turned 18 last May
• Tried long distance; realised that it's a bitch, and isn't worth the time nor the effort
• Went to a Death Cab concert
• Went through a 'vampire fascination' phase (from around July to September last year) thanks to Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles
• Bought lots of shoes
• Bought lots of CDs
• Got an Xbox 360; played lots of NBA 2K7
• Finished First Year; went pretty well
• Went to the Phils for the second summer in a row
• Visited Singapore for the first time; bought more shoes
• Got my Ps (finally!)

I was gonna upload photos from last year as well, but I just couldn't be bothered; there's way too many. Plus, they're all up on my Multiply (http://kidcatastrophe.multiply.com/) anyways, so oh well. Here's hoping I find the time to keep this thing up to date. Or as up to date as Uni will allow it to be. Hooray for Psychology! Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Oh, what's that I hear? Black and grey no more? Yeah, here's hoping this colourway doesn't hurt your eyes as well.

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The One with Not Enough Driving

What it do? Fuck, I drove a lot today, especially considering it was the first day I ever had the car, any car, to myself for the day. Pretty good day though; managed to fight boredom well and find something to do just when things looked bleak.

Started out with something that hasn't happened in eons: me needing to wake up early, and thanks to my beloved sleeping patterns, being able to fall asleep TOO EASILY. Not enough getting four hours of sleep! Oddly enough, I was really alert by the time the father woke me up so I could drop him off at Doonside. It was one of those weird situations when I felt my eyes getting tired and start to close, but I just couldn't fall asleep (actually, not unlike now). Luckily, it didn't affect my driving; for the first time ever, I got to drive on my own. It was weird as at first, but I think I settled into it quickly. Even though it was only for about 5 minutes or so, it was still fun to just drive without a voice or three in my ear telling me what I was doing wrong.

Tried in vain to get more sleep after dropping the father off, but damnit, it just wouldn't happen. So I just got out of bed and watched Foxtel in the lounge. Ahh, good old Foxtel morning TV, haven't seen you in a while. TJ was supposed to get dropped off at around 9:30AM, but he ended up needing to get picked up from his house. I waited for Pat to get to my house before driving to pick up TJ; got cutties 'cause the CD player wouldn't play burnt CDs. Anyways, drove awesomely: too much checking my blind spot properly before changing lanes! Either I turned my body too much, or I didn't bother checking at all. Also, further signs of awesome: left the car on drive AND with the handbrake up when we got back to my house. Very nice, how much? At least I didn't forget to set the alarm.

Anyways, chilled at mines for a bit. They played Guitar Hero II and skated around at the front (damn, I didn't get to see Pat stacking it and leaving a dent in the empty house next door ). The original plan was to watch Ghost Rider at 1:45PM, but seeing as Pat had already seen it, we decided to watch Hannibal Rising instead. While I was showering, Pat decided to 'homoeroticise' my wallpaper without me knowing (as has been the new trend lately). Sigh.

Had even better driving moments after picking up Juls. First, even more fun with changing lanes: almost hit someone who was changing into the same lane as me. Oh, and I also got beeped at for the first time, what with me blocking an exit lane and all. Awesome!

Got to Westpoint fairly early, seeing as I forgot that part of the plan was to go Big Chief with Juls. Ahh wells, had more chicken and OJ (expect anything else? ) at Macca's, then randomly saw Ryan. Watched Hannibal Rising after lunch; pretty sick movie. Enjoyed the cannibalistic violence and disturbing psychopathic behaviour very VERY much.

Drove back to mines after the movie. Pat eventually had to go home and drop the car off for Ian (too bad we couldn't watch the fun of watching the two of them argue about it). Juls, TJ and I just chilled out for a while; got MAD cutties after watching my beloved Lakers drop another game, this time to the Cavs at home. Sigh. Five straight, damnit! We were so bored around this time that we resorted to watching ANOTHER movie at night; this time, we finally got to watch Ghost Rider. And my God, that movie was...too much being watchable! Not enough thinking "THIS MOVIE SUCKS" during the whole thing! Oh well, lucky Juls shouted us tickets, seeing as he was in a mad generous mood.

Caught up with Karl after the movie. He had just come home from work, and we decided to show up at his house for fun. Bummed around watching Juls play WoW, and eventually got the munchies seeing as Juls was the only one who'd had dinner. Drove all the way down to the 24-hour Mickey Ds in Blacktown at midnight. Drove back to Karl's and Juls played more WoW, before eventually having to drive everyone home. Karl got me with a couple of mad "WTF?!" moments when he decided to put my car into neutral without me knowing. Great success! Not enough screaming "What the fuck?!" when my car suddenly wouldn't accelerate after a speed bump, or wouldn't pull out of the kerb. Thanks, Karl!

I took full advantage of having the car for the first time: I didn't get home until about 2AM. All up today, I drove to: Doonside station and back; to TJ's house in Blacktown and back; to Julzman's house in Rooty Hill, then to Westpoint, then to my house; back to Westpoint, then to Karl's house; then down to Mickey Ds, back to Karl's house; then to drop off TJ, then Julzman, then Karl; then finally, drive back home from Karl's. All of that on my first real day of driving by myself. Driving = great success! High five! I better sleep now, I'm tired as HELL! It's 4:14AM, and I'm gonna try and get some rest before the All-Star Weekend begins tomorrow. Hells yes! Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. My black and grey blog is only black and grey because YOU complained about it! If red didn't make your oh so sensitive eyes water, maybe my blog would own your blog that little bit more than it already does.

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The One with the Almost Awesome

What it do? Today was a long-ass, tiring day, but it was still a good day, all things considered. Even though it wasn't perfect (more on this later), it was still good considering it's the holidays, and not much has been happening around here lately.

Anywho! Biggest thing for the day was me getting my Ps. AWESOME. Am now officially allowed to drive as maniacally as I please (okay, so reckless driving's still illegal, but at least I get to disregard SOME road rules). I consider myself very lucky to have my Ps right now, for a number of reasons (bullet points, ahoy!):

• I only did about 20-25 hours worth of driving, less than half the number required before actually taking the exam. The rest of the hours on the log were pretty much faked. Hoorizzle dizzle.
• I haven't read the rule book, AT ALL. The closest I got was signing the thing near the front, and maybe checking the things that I hadn't satisfactorily completed.
• My instructor told me that I BARELY passed; barely as in, had I messed up another time or two, I would've failed. I was actually pissing myself because I thought I'd failed after hitting (well, it was more like slightly touching) the gutter not once, but TWICE (thank you, reverse park and kerbside stop). Maybe my instructor was in a giving mood and let me get away with it. Or maybe he realised that it was MART taking the test, and to not regard him as awesome is just about the stupidest thing anyone can do. Either way, I passed. Thanks to my instructor, Victor! (Although, I do realise there's NO WAY in the world that he would ever read this blog.)

Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is this: yes, children, there is a point to all the cheating! Lie, cheat, steal! You DO get rewarded in the end!

After the passing (and the subsequent license photo-taking), my instructor dropped me home, and I took some time to just chill. Soon enough, Mike decided to drop by and chill with me. We played a bit of ball (with him choosing barefoot over thongs; blisters were HIS reward for the day), then played 2K7 for a bit. Then he actually felt like playing NBA Live 07 on PS2, which is just about wins the award for most extreme transition between games, in terms of both quality, and overall tendency to make Mart puke in disgust.

Anywho, he didn't stay long, and I took some time to kick back (not like I haven't done that enough) and enjoy the game. Okay, THIS was why the day wasn't perfect. Lakers - Knicks, at Staples. Should be an easy win for LA, right?

...And the survey says: "DUMBASS!"

Final score: NY 107, LA 106. The Lakers lost at home. By a point. To the Knicks.

!!!

Was seriously frustrated during the game. I screamed alot throughout the course of the whole thing (good thing no one was home), but the final minute, when the game-winning alley went down? And the final possession, when Kobe couldn't/didn't get the ball, and Lamar threw up an airball?

...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways! After taking my frustration out on random household items, Mike picked me up and we headed down to Emerton for a couple of hours of pickup ball. Good times; I played better than I thought I would, and it was cool to just get out there and get a good run in. One thing though, I could barely run up the floor towards the end, thanks to the COMPLETE LACK OF BLISTERS on my feet. Ouch. Ahh well, wouldn't trade it for anything...except new shoes.

In other news, I forgot to mention this in my previous entries, but Karl reformatted my lappy lap, on a whim. He says it's to get me to play WoW, but right now, I just can't be fucked playing games that actually require commitment (FFXII is an exception though; salivation check: pool around feet ).

Anywho, everything seems to be in perfect working order; in fact, it actually runs a bit smoother, and my connection's been perfect so far. Only thing's been the sound being a bit weird. Oh, and even though all the file information for my iTunes library stayed intact (GINORMOUS sigh of relief), I DID still have to reopen all the MP3 files that iTunes couldn't find. After ONLY three days worth of work, it's finally back to 99% normal. I say 99% 'cause I think I accidentally deleted one of the songs as I got caught up in all the folder-opening fun. But no, I will NOT be obsessive-compulsive about this and rack my brains trying to figure out which of the 4094 songs I accidentally deleted.

...Okay, so I'll do it in the morning.

That should do. Here's hoping I get to drive by myself sometime soon. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. If your net actually managed to make it through that, then I wholeheartedly congratulate you on being LUCKY. Sigh, your net sucks. YOU suck.

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The One on the Night Before the Driving Test

What it do? I was originally planning on writing this out whilst lying sideways on my bed, seeing as I was feeling rather lethargic before. Nuts to that now, thanks to my second wind.

[interjection] So I took a break after that paragraph to answer nature's call. Not enough taking my time listening to music and surfing through other people's blogs. Very nice, how much? [endterjection]

Anywho, I've got my driving test tomorrow, and right now, I'm not even anxious. I have to actually be thinking about my test to feel any sort of anxiety. I was going back and forth (I do that a lot) between feeling a tad nervous, to feeling cocky (then again, I guess I'm normally cocky anyways, so it was probably more 'normal' than 'cocky'). I just wanna get it over and done with, so that I never have to follow road rules ever again.

Was planning on getting a good night's sleep to get myself feeling good for the test, but it's halfway out the window seeing as I'm on my 3rd wind now. Sigh, ahh well. Like sleep ever did anyone any good anyway. Plus, I think I work better when I'm deprived of sleep.

Okay, so I'm just trying to justify sleeping late. And like it makes any difference if I don't get sleep; I'm naturally stuck on Awesome Mode anyways. It's what I do. Because, that's how I roll! (Sweet mother of all that is good and pure, I've missed that phrase.)

Anyways, here's hoping I pass my test. The thing is, it's not really gonna make much of a difference until I get my car. Although, the father (who Ian and I recently discovered looks a whole lot like Chow Yun Fat, in the right light ) did say I'd be allowed to take his Starlet if I needed it. Which is good enough, if I just need to get from A-to-B, but until I get my Beamer, I'm not officially considering myself a 'driver,' i.e. getting to drive around by myself in my own car organised neatly, just the way I like it.

Was up for a while trying to finish off Gears of War. I'm up to the very last fight now, but it's just too much for tonight. I'm proud of the fact that I've only had to get help for this game thrice, 'cause it's so hard that the thought of playing it is making me sick right now. When I'm feeling a little better, General RAAM's Locust ass is MINE. (This attempt at trying to do something without help is brought to you by the Stubborn Division of the Martin Pagdanganan Global Corporation.)

Anywho, 1AM's just around the corner, so that does it for this blog. Here's hoping I pass the test, I'm sick of being an L-plater, and am very much looking forward to driving by myself. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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The One AM Ramblings

What it do? Okay, so I WAS originally supposed to start this at 1AM, but, me being me, I procrastinated; turns out I'm so good at doing this, it doesn't even need to be restricted to schoolwork.

I'm in the mood for something I haven't done in a while - random, VERY early morning ramblings. Bullet points, ahoy! Very nice, how much?

• I decided to rearrange my SLAM issues, all 83 of them. They'd been left disorganised and randomised (GASP! Shock! Horror!) in the spare room, and my obsessive-compulsive side just couldn't bear to see them like that. They now reside happily arranged in chronological order underneath my desk. I'm somewhat proud of this collection; Fonz and I haven't missed an issue in about 7 or 8 years, and we've only missed 22 since it started way back in 1994. If we had just started collecting from the beginning, it'd be something worth selling later on. Oh well, guess that's what back issues and eBay are for.
  
• Speaking of rearranging, is it really sad or just a side effect of being extremely obsessive-compulsive that I've spent my last two Saturdays holed up in a room by myself, arranging and organising household items? I'm gonna go with, "it's really sad because it's a side effect of being extremely obsessive-compulsive." Oh well, beats having school; would much rather be bored than be stressed.
  
• All-star weekend in a week! Hooray! Note to self: must watch to see if Gilbert Arenas screams "HIBACHI!" after every shot during 3-point contest. Also: must bring vomit bag in anticipation of Slam Dunk Contest. Sigh.
  
• Valentine's Day this Wednesday. For everyone who's complaining about not having a date this year, just be thankful that you're not spending it the way I'm spending mine: with my driving instructor, and my testing officer, as I (hopefully, fingers, toes, and everything else crossable crossed) bluff my way to my Ps. Not enough stressing, too much being prepared. Good times!
  
• Speaking of getting my Ps, I'm still not allowed to have my own car. Apparently, I have to wait until I'm actually a "capable driver." Like cheating the hours on my log book was my idea? (Although, I AM very much all for it. It's about working SMART, not working HARD.) Oh well, that's what birthdays are for, right?
  
• New font colour, right? Apparently, bright red against a black background is painful to read. And even AFTER I change to grey and black, there are STILL complaints from SOME people (okay, one person). And people say I'M difficult to deal with. Pssh! You know who you are!
  
  ...You know I'm just kidding, right?
  
• Shopping list to prepare myself for Uni, seeing as Second Year is apparently, in the words of the bailiff from Deuce Bigalow, "A HUGE BITCH!" - new kicks (present by default); new Bloc Party album; The Wire on DVD; new shorts; new jeans (loose-and-narrows, baby!); FFXII (probably the last PS2 game I'll ever get); oh, and actual school supplies.
  
  Okay, so I only really need the school supplies, but doesn't mean I can't get the other stuff, right?
  
• Outlook for Uni: only four-and-a-half more months until July! And about nine-and-a-half until November! Hooray!
  
• Very much cherishing having the house to myself during these Holidays. Don't know for sure what it is about being home alone; maybe it's just knowing that the whole house becomes my own personal chilling pad for at least 2 hours a day (depending on what time I wake up) and I can do in it as I please. In saying that, I still wouldn't mind being out and about every once in a while, just to balance things out. But for now, no complaints.
  
• Does the guy in this clip remind people of a certain someone? According to my friends, it damn well should. Personally, I'd like to think I'm a lot less annoying, but hey, I does what I does, right?
  
• Oh, and does this guy look familiar, as well? Hooray! Not enough causing destruction in my own backyard!
  
• The kid is like...he's like a...have you ever seen a drunk baby? It's a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice to say, it turns out that, at first, it's endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls but man, you take your eyes off them for one second, and bam! They got a bucket on their head, and they're plowing right through your brand-new flat-screen TV. God save me, it was barely out of the box. The point is, Newbie is my drunk baby.
  
  -- Dr. Percival Cox, who is now very high on my list of favourite TV show characters. Gems like this come hard and fast every episode and the bastard definitely deserves some hardware for his work. Golden Globe, anyone? Please?

Anywho, it's 4:16AM; when I find things to ramble about, I tend to get carried away. On that note, I think I best be off to bed. Here's hoping I get at least nine or ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

ADDENDUM: It's now 4:49AM. Fuck, too much my net working and letting me publish this entry. Oh, and too much being able to see the bullet points. And not enough having to fix up the emoticons. Good times.

ADDENDUM the 2nd: Fuck MySpace. I have a decidedly anti-MySpace stance, 'cause it's just such a waste! Populated by scene kids and such. It annoys me, to no end. Oh well.

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The One with the Hot Fire

As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies
Keep him on autopilot 'cause I can't drive
Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride
Unless we sittin' on the shoulders, but that's way too high
Let's try not to step on the children
The news cameras filmin' this walkin' project buildin'
And now there's hoes sellin' hoes like right around the toes
And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg
There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like, up and down the thighs
And there's a car chase goin' on at the waist
Keep a vest on my chest
I'm sittin' in my room as I'm lookin' out the face
Somethin' to write about
I've still got some damage from fighting the White House

-- Lupe Fiasco - Daydreamin'

Rappers is talkin' to me as if we in the same boat
I tell them quick, "No, I move coke!"
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs and at the same time, cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls, and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I seen them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that

-- Clipse (Malice) - I'm Not You

So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpenin'
Macintosh marketin'
Oil field augerin'
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targetin'
Oil-for-food barterin', terrorist organisation harbourin'
Sand camouflage army men
CCF sponsorin', world conquerin', telephone monitorin'
Louis Vuitton modellin', pornographic actress honourin'
String theory ponderin', bulimic vomitin'
Catholic priest fondlin', pre-emptive bombin' and Osama and Obama and 'em
They breakin' in my car again, deforestation and overloggin' and
Henessy and Hpnotiq swallowin', hydroponic coughin' and
All the world's ills, sittin' on chrome 24-inch wheels

-- Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul

Visualisin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck "Who's the baddest," a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must have got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition
Keepin' the effervescence(?) street ghetto essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we believe in thievin' we'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, and 'till that day we expire and turn to vapours
Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin' plenty papers
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die

-- AZ - Life's a Bitch (by Nas)

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What it do? This is my second time writing this entry; not enough of my net stuffing up and too much saving a draft copy. Good times. But, since SOMEONE is insisting that I blog, even though she's the one overseas on holiday, I'll be nice and actually make an effort with this.

Anyways! Got the idea for this back when I was planning my 2006 wrap-up entry. My original idea was to just post the Lupe verses as a means of justifying my choice of Food & Liquor as the best album of the year. Then, a couple of days back, I was listening to Lord Willin' and came across Malice's gem of a verse, so I decided to look for more to add. Eventually just settled on AZ's classic Life's a Bitch verse; would add more if I wasn't so lazy. Same excuse for not adding the second Daydreamin' verse.

Anywho, I realise that there are a bunch of contradictions in terms of the subject matter in the verses I chose, but the point of it was to just get a bunch of verses that were full of HOT FIRE. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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