oh by the way.....

FUCK STAGECOACH. FUCK YOU! FUCK FUCK FUCK!

The hardest is yet to come, before it ends..

Well been a week now since I last blogged anything. I have many things to blog but dont seemed to have time to do sO. Life is hectic, getting more and more distubing these days. It always seemed like around this time of the year, life is harder than it seems. The time moves constanly and yet I find myself running along side trying to catch up. Tryin to run parallel with time is such a hard thing to do. I get tired easily. I am not a machine. I wish I was. About 20 days till design final, and yet there are so many things to be done. I wish I wasnt that ambitious, then it wouldnt be killing me. But I set myself a trap. I am being too greedy and now I am paying for my greed. I want it to be perfect and yet every year, every semester I ended up upsetting myself for not completing the task. Design it is an never ending process, I understand, but to draw a period dot during crit day is the end of a stage, which I believe is a very significant stage in desing. So an enormous amout of work shall be put to it. BUT. the time is the biggest enemy. Time, Time, Time! Competing with time is what we all do. But then, I was the one who will always be defeated.

Loser.

Everyone is going hardout on design, so rock on till crit day.

What is wrong with the World Today

I thought I should write this but I wonder if I can tell this story in writing and do it justice. Right, yesterday when I was on my way home (on the bus of course), I witness a bloody fight. A white kid (um HIgh School kid I presume) was beaten by a maori kid, just right infront of Westfield Takapuna, when my bus stoped to pick up passangers. The white kid was trying to get on the bus when the maori kid behind him pulled his backpack and start to push him and punch him. Then yeah the fight started. The maori kid kept beating the white kid, and the white kid just let him do it without fighting back, for some reason (not that he is not strong enough to give him a punch back).. but yeah, it was horrible. A lady who just got on the bus was screaming when the fight started. He tried to get off the bus to, help the white kind i guess, but his boyfriend somehow stopped her. Then the bus driver, a strong maori man too, tried to separate those two, he did, for a while, when he thought it was over, and when the white kid thought he finally could get on the bus and go home, then the maori kid pulled his back pack again and punched him. They went as far to the middle of the road. People who was eating in Burger King came out to see the fight. People was getting serious about this. The bus driver actually got off the bus again and punched the maori kid several times. Hah! good one. Then some one was yelling "Call the police, call the police please," and yeah some one did, and two policemen came, and the maori kid finally let go and walked tried to walk away but the police chased after him. The white kid was bruised pretty bad. It was aaweful, his nose was bleeding, and his face was bruised everywhere, his backpack was teared apart. Now I dont know who is wrong in this situation, but my sympathy goes to the white kid. I was pretty freaked out tho, not often I get to see this kind of fight, well yeah sometimes down at Queen Street, but its no biggie, but this one, its pretty horrible. The maori kid was pretty violent... gEEZzz.. what is wrong with the world today man.

When the war is over, got to get away
Pack my bags to no place, in no time, no day
You and I we used each other's shoulder
Still so young but somehow so much older
How can I go home and not get blown away?

......when the war is over...