fuck you brendan.

i've been thinking about this for a while and it pisses me off.

first a little background: this guy brendan lent me his bike when i went to toronto. to make a long story short i was a retard couldn't return his bike in time before i left for home and my friend had to return it for me. later i found out i had damaged his grip tape when i took a corner too sharp. needless to say brendan was angry. since then i've apologized numerous times and bought new grip tape which he refuses to accept... that toronto trip was a year ago and he still holds a grudge against me.

i guess this is fine. i mean i can accept the fact that he may never forgive me i can even accept that he will turn people against me.. what i can't accept is anyone calling me a spoiled brat! FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK I'M A SPOILED BRAT! what the fuck do you know about my life you shit brain.. because i live with my parents and grew up in burnaby i don't know anything about a hard life?... fuck you brendan.. i put two and two together, brendan the same guy who constantly tried to sell me his expensive bike frames like i have money... this retard thinks i live in the deep pockets of mommy and daddy-la and lay back all day and get a big fat allowance even into my twenties.. he thinks i'm like every other asian kid who gets a car when they get their license and hundred bucks for every "A" on my report card... fuck you brendan. i'm sure your life has been tougher than mine but don't fucking ride through my neighbourhood and suddenly think you know everything about my life!!!

yea sure i live with my parents.. but thats where the luxury ends. i pay for groceries i pay for everything i have i wash my shit i pay for everything!!!.. i've had a job since i was 11... if i have anything nice it's because i earned it with my blood my sweat and my tears. no one ever drove me to school .. i've always lived a mile away. when i was 7 that shit took me an hour each day.. in the rain and the snow.. i'd see kids walk to school with their older brothers or sisters or parents. don't fucking assume i'm like every other asian.... my dad fucking cuts grass for a living... my mom works at sears for fucks sake!!! how rich could i possibly be?!


i'm sorry i wrecked your grip tape i really am. i'm sorry i inconvenienced you for that month. i'm sorry i borrowed your bike at all.. if i could i'd let you throw my bike under a bus if it made you feel better. . .

if you can't forgive me thats your problem not mine! so don't fucking base your assumptions on my life of wether i live at home or not.. don't assume i'm pampered because the colour of my skin..


FUCK YOU BRENDAN!

It's time we put the guns away.

inspire.

i wanted to compile a few clips of people that inspire me. they are interesting for a reason i'd suggest watching each.

self destruct.

nothingness.
empty.
alone.
without meaning.


these are words that sum up the way i feel right now. when i look inward at the person i am i feel utterly lost. i look in the mirror and don't know whos looking back at me anymore. 5 years ago i could have answered any question about my future, any question of who i was. i look at myself now and don't know where i've gone. like one day my soul sat up and walked out on me. now all thats left is this empty shell. this part that i get up everyday to play is straight out of the pages of the catcher in the rye. i'm sitting here typing this with the bitter cold emptiness of my heart. i have no life lessons for you today just the strange remorse of someone who has lost themselves.



i feel like i've been searching for such a long time to find my heart. find where i left it, as if i'm on an epic quest to regain consciousness back in to reality, back in to the life i once lived. but it's hard, it's hard to find my way back, hard to retrace my steps back into happiness, back in to the life i'm supposed to be living.. i stand before the world a ghost, a figment, an apparition people don't know i'm hollow. it's almost as if i'm pricking my finger to feel something anything just to know i'm alive.

it feels like so long ago that i had some meaning in my life. i guess it's pretty shameful to try and extract meaning from life when you aren't even making an attempt to live. i'm sure there are people out there with none of the things that i long for that have perfectly normal lives. maybe thats just it, maybe i can't be normal. maybe normal is something i've set out to avoid from the moment my adolescent mind gained consciousness. i strive for more. strive to be more. so when the ambitious mind conflicts with the truthful heart we get the broken soul.... well .. here i am. on a monday night spilling my guts on regret and sadness, and unfulfilled goals. i should have seen it coming. should have known i'd try and self destruct when nothing important can stop me.

i need a reason to exist. call it what you want. but many things in our every day lives stop us from reflecting on our lives in such a dark manor. we all have our "meanings" do we not? i look at my life and find no reason..

a girlfriend. someone to love, or at least work towards loving, if you have a significant other you are lucky! you have someone to dote on, someone to call every night, someone who will call you every night, someone to argue with, someone to cherish, someone to care and worry about, someone to experience that microcosm of your life with.

a job. a stupid 9 to 5 grind, a crappy 9 dollar an hour, to invest minimal energy and sweat and perhaps bleed, to perform, to challenge to seek praise. and at the end of two weeks you get paid and your wallet is fat and you buy things. independence.

a class. a teacher, a lesson, a grade, classmates, something to work on to achieve to become, to be , to create, to prosper, while school seems like a shitty ordeal it is none the less an ordeal in which you derive sustenance... if you miss class... you will be missed, and perhaps you will miss it. .. .

my life is empty.... and i need to fill it with something. before the idle chatter of my heart corrupts me. i'm not this person. i'm not this drinking partying lazy do nothing person... i have aspirations, i have strength and creativity and i am different than most people.. thats a bit narcissistic.. i should believe in myself. but...






where do i go from here? ...

home alone...

this will be interesting. . .

wait til i get my money right.

some day there will be a day when i am where i want to be. there will be a day when i can stand firm in my knowledge and my wisdom because i will have lived through the storm and have battled all the battles to be had. i will be accomplished and stable in my profession and my life. i don't have much to say on this topic because i'm still working on it. i mean look at me there is no proof that i'm full of brilliant ideas even though i know i have them. i haven't put in any work to earn anything yet. YET!

Hard work without talent is a shame, but talent without hard work is a tragedy.