[AlexGTAGamer]

QUOTE (GTA_stu @ Monday, Apr 30 2012, 18:40)

I've been in touch with the make a wish foundation, but so far no reply.

I'm not going to ask what you're wishing for. I just hope it's all within legal limits.

[GTA_stu]

Of course I can't tell you because otherwise it won't come true. Rule 1 of make a wish foundation is don't talk about fight club.

[oksa8]

*EDIT*

Well, yes, as you might have had read, my step-father's suicide.

He was more close to me than my real dad, as my real dad was at the time mostly alcoholistic and didn't spend any time with me, and as my parents divorced and step-father stepped in, he took my real father's role as a man. After several years of knowing him, he committed suicide due to his depts. He knew he could never pay those out, and decided to take the "shortcut".

No one around him actually knew he had so huge depts, he always seemed so happy at his own life that his suicide was really shocking suprise...


@Butters 2011

Agree'd.

This post has been edited by oksa8 on Tuesday, May 1 2012, 04:03

[Butters 2011]

QUOTE (oksa8 @ Monday, Apr 30 2012, 20:08)

My stepfarthers wsuicidde, tHat' is

And this is why certain members should not access the forum whilst drinking...

[GTA_stu]

This doesn't fit that well in here, but it's semi-relavent I guess. Sorry for not putting it somewhere more appropriate.

Ok so I had the BBC news 24 channel on my TV, and there was a piece on the American use of drones in the war on terror. This BBC article on their website is the story in question. My sister who knows literally nothing about world events, and is quite dim walks into my room. She sees the story on the TV and reads the tag line "drones have been used to kill hundreds of Afghans and Pakistanis" and gets totally confused.

She thinks its some sort of special news bulletin; the type they interupt your regular viewing to tell you about. She knows nothing about drones, and thinks its some new technology that has just been unleashed. She thinks the "has been used to kill hundreds..." is a single event which has just happened. She got in a frenzy thinking it was some massively major event. My sister is 22 btw.

I found it pretty funny.

[GTAIndonesia]

Guys, you know what this means?

[trip]

QUOTE (GTA_stu @ Monday, Apr 30 2012, 22:00)

This doesn't fit that well in here, but it's semi-relavent I guess. Sorry for not putting it somewhere more appropriate. Ok so I had the BBC news 24 channel on my TV, and there was a piece on the American use of drones in the war on terror. This BBC article on their website is the story in question. My sister who knows literally nothing about world events, and is quite dim walks into my room. She sees the story on the TV and reads the tag line "drones have been used to kill hundreds of Afghans and Pakistanis" and gets totally confused. She thinks its some sort of special news bulletin; the type they interupt your regular viewing to tell you about. She knows nothing about drones, and thinks its some new technology that has just been unleashed. She thinks the "has been used to kill hundreds..." is a single event which has just happened. She got in a frenzy thinking it was some massively major event. My sister is 22 btw. I found it pretty funny.

What color/colour is her hair?






Since I'm here I'll share another memory from the same era as my poop story earlier in this thread.

I was in Oxford Maine. It was the last venue of the East Coast portion of summer [Dead] tour before the little break and drive to the West Coast. I didn't have a ticket for the show yet. I was sitting on this nice little hill and I noticed that two cute chicks were sitting not too far behind me. I decided to see if I could join them. It was a blonde and a brunette. I liked the brunette. I could tell the blonde didn't really care for me. However the brunette did.

The show started and the blonde wanted to go in. The brunette was delaying her. By this time we were pretty much holding onto each other. The second song started and the blonde still wanted to head in. The brunette and I were still enjoying our friendly holding. The third song started and there was no more delaying the inevitable - they had to get up and start walking towards the entrance. I just sat there enjoying the sun and immediate memory of her touch. I had no choice but to chase after her real quick for one last request. "Can I get a kiss before you go in?". It was nice.

I retired back to my spot on the hill. Enjoying the immediate memory of the brunette, the sun, and the music from the show. I wasn't too concerned about getting a ticket to go into the show. It was a long tour and I was really just enjoying the relaxing in the sun while everyone walked by having a good time. Next thing I noticed the sun is eclipsed by a human - a dude I've seen around but never spoke to. He reached out his hand with a ticket. No words were exchanged, no money was exchanged, just a knowing grin.

I had my ticket. I wanted to find the brunette.

They were playing West LA Fade Away* when I entered. Not my favorite song, but it does have a funky bass thing going on. I'm grooving. I look down the steps towards the field and I see the brunette. No f*cking way. I move along with the bass down the steps. She is happy to see me.

Now here is the thing. I was weird with where I had to stand during shows. No matter what city, what venue, whatever I always had to hang by the the mid way speaker stack stage left. It just so happened that is where she was standing when I saw her and met up with her after descending the stairs. We danced a bit. Smiled and looked into each other's eyes. When her friend decided to walk around she asked me to join them. She was a bit surprised when I told her I couldn't because I have to stay in my spot by the speaker stack. She looked a bit disappointed. I was disappointed too as I stayed there in my spot and once again watched her walk away from me.

The show went on, and it was a good one.

I'm not going to go into the details of the venue because this story is already too long. I'll just say there was only one entrance way in and out. That isn't so much a problem when people are drib and drabbing their way in, but it can be a mess when 10,000 people are trying to exit all at the same time. They made an announcement that they were going to open up these big gates to let people exit. Guess what - that didn't happen. 10,000 people all had to exit through a standard doorway.

I wasn't about to deal with the crazy crowd of people exiting, so I scooted myself under a table. The table had a tapestry on it that draped over the sides - it was like my own private fort. I sat there and watched the feet of everyone walk on by. I though "damn, I'm thirsty". Next thing you know a gallon jug of ice water slides into my fort. I was like 'no way!!!!'. It was beyond refreshing.

Life was good in my fort. The day was good all the way around. The show was good. And holy f*ck, the ice water was amazing. Naturally I couldn't help but think about the brunette. I kid you not - just like the ice water, the brunette showed up in my fort. What are the chances? We smiled. We kissed. She came back to my camp. The next day she was gone. I looked high and low and never saw her again.


Edit:
grammar

another edit:
*From the same year as my story. Can't tell if it is from the same venue.


This post has been edited by trip on Saturday, May 5 2012, 05:19

[guyzwitgunz]

My feelings are that I wish I could share my feelings.

[AlexGTAGamer]

I'm exhausted after everything I've done today.

I woke up at 8:00 today to be up at the local church by 9:00 for an area/parts of the city wide volunteer event called The Noise. Basically about 400 people (give a take) took part in this event in certain places around Bristol today that involved things like graffiti control, litter picking, tending to overground green spaces (parks), basically voluntarily doing the Council's jobs for them.

I spent the entire day painting the old 60s building extension of the church building with a few other volunteers, then after that me and my ma' went on litter patrol cleaning the Memorial Garden and the church grounds (there was a helluva lot of rubbish around the place thanks to the local alcoholics, drug addicts and bored youths in the area), and after that we all got together for a large free community fair.

And after all that I only ended up with grubby and frozen hands, and a pair of trousers now completely covered in dust after sanding. Oh and I almost threw up in my mouth after finding some very foul smelling rubbish left by some drunks in the bushes in the church garden.

But as strange as this is going to sound, I would take part in the event next year.

[Ometh]

Don't know why I'm doing this, but oh well. I haven't posted in this forum since April 2009, and just writing the address and clicking enter has brought me so many memories. I mean, it's kind of silly, but I wasted so much time playing San Andreas and reading threads of this forum that, I just... don't know. I made a really sh*tty thread back in the day with another user name, basically a desperate and pathetic cry for pity on how "sh*tty" and pathetic was my life back then, and fastfowarding a few years, nothing changed. I mean, it's not like my life didn't improve or anything, but I just can't kill the feeling of not having accomplished nothing since then. Made a few friends, lost some really important ones, vacations came and went, and I just can't shake the feeling of being a voyeur of my own life, instead of being the protagonist. It's like everything happened to everyone but me, it's wierd. And by just logging in to my old account, to check the date of that lame thread I made 3/4 years ago so I could reply to another thread on another forum reminded me of all this stuff I've been hanging on for too long I guess. Sorry for the rant guys lol, but no worries: I'm out, and probably for good, since I won't come back to post anything else (probably).

EDIT: I'm not complaining about not turning my life around or something, I could've done that if I wanted to I guess, but it's the idea of time that went and it's not coming back: people say this are the best years, but if they are, why can't I remember them properly? My memory is faulty at best, when I go back to the past it's like this little fragments of happiness are shattered by the numbness of other situations. I can't remember faces, voices, moments long gone that I wish I could remember in the worst of times.

I know this seems like another cry for help, but honestly I just feel like rambling about my own life to a bunch of dudes that don't care about it because they are just that, a bunch of anonymous dudes. Feels good man.

This post has been edited by Ometh on Saturday, May 5 2012, 23:24

[Piperka]

QUOTE (Ometh @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 07:18)

I haven't posted in this forum since April 2009

No, you haven't posted in this forum since December 2009. Plus you weren't even here in April 2009

[trip]

QUOTE (Piperka @ Saturday, May 5 2012, 21:12)

QUOTE (Ometh @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 07:18) I haven't posted in this forum since April 2009 No, you haven't posted in this forum since December 2009. Plus you weren't even here in April 2009

But he's sad

Well, Ometh, you don't sound suicidal and according to your profile you are 18. There are a lot of funky old black man where I live, and I'm fortunate to have spent most of my life working with them. I'm going to pass on the words of my long retired friend Jim Berry (answers to JB)

"It gets better"

[GTA_stu]

She's blonde trip, not doing much to fight the stereotype is she. And that was a good story, I enjoyed it. I hope to god that was a tale from your youth, otherwise your wife who you said sometimes drops in on here, is gonna be wanting to have some words.

At the minute my sleeping pattern is really screwed up. It's 5.40 AM here right now and I'm not even tired, I woke up at 3PM. I keep trying to get back into my regular pattern of going to sleep at about 1-2AM and waking up at 10-11AM, but just can't seem to do it. That's only for weekends btw, I usually get up at 7 on a weekday for uni. I've been like this for about 3 weeks, which is bizarre because you'd think after 5 days of getting up at 7AM and going to sleep at about 1AM that I'd be back into the swing of things. But on friday night I didn't get to sleep until 5AM because I just didn't feel tired and couldn't nod off, even though I was up at 7.

It's annoying because getting up after 11AM makes me feel like I've wasted the day, and I'm getting up about 3-4 hours after that! I feel like such a massive lazy slob.

[trip]

QUOTE (GTA_stu @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 00:48)

She's blonde trip, not doing much to fight the stereotype is she. And that was a good story, I enjoyed it. I hope to god that was a tale from your youth, otherwise your wife who you said sometimes drops in on here, is gonna be wanting to have some words.

I am running a risk posting that story even though it happened before my wife and I hooked up. And yes, I do hope she doesn't come across it, because I will still have to do some talking regardless of when it took place.

And I hear you on the sleep thing. It is way past my bedtime and I'm still up - not tired. Same thing happened last night.

[methods]

It's the Labour Day long weekend and I'm on-call. I really wanted to go and drink beer but I can't if I get called out.

[Exxon]

QUOTE (Ometh @ Saturday, May 5 2012, 23:18)

It's like everything happened to everyone but me, it's wierd.

You're not the only one dude, I'm down as f*ck right now

[4 Bagger]

I'm certain a few people are saying sh*t behind my back. I don't really care what they are saying, but it's the fact they are too much of a f*cking coward to admit it when I know they are....

[TheGreatGig23]

@ trip: Awesome story, man. Got anymore? I had a similar sort of thing a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, I didn't have a fort

My sleep pattern is awful, too. Today it's annoyed me more though as I've actually been really tired the last few days and last night I went out for a drink. Expecting to get a good sleep, I was annoyed to find that I'd woken up at 7:30 when I didn't even get to bed until 4ish. Of all the times my mind decides to be a dick, today is not the best. Serious f*cking hangover. Luckily, I'm off tomorrow so I'm going to try and get a good sleep tonight.

[trip]

QUOTE (TheGreatGig23 @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 08:46)

@ trip: Awesome story, man. Got anymore? I had a similar sort of thing a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, I didn't have a fort

I use to be very quiet about those years of my life for fear that people would hold it against me in my professional career. It has only been recently that I will talk about it with strangers(still don't mention it at work).

I was on the road for a few years so I have tons of stories - well....at least what I can remember

[TheGreatGig23]

QUOTE (trip @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 15:08)

QUOTE (TheGreatGig23 @ Sunday, May 6 2012, 08:46) @ trip: Awesome story, man. Got anymore? I had a similar sort of thing a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, I didn't have a fort I use to be very quiet about those years of my life for fear that people would hold it against me in my professional career. It has only been recently that I will talk about it with strangers(still don't mention it at work). I was on the road for a few years so I have tons of stories - well....at least what I can remember

On the road? In what way?

I get your secrecy, man. I'm the same. People in work only need to know my name. I've had a few complaints made against the fact that I have tattoos so for them to know more than something aesthetic, well, I don't trust them one bit. There are a couple of folks who know a bit more about me but that's because they're alright...and the fact that I fancy the arse off one of them. She can get to know as much of me as she likes




I wish that kind of bravado would kick in when she's around instead of standing there like a pathetic fool