Laugh a little bit: Part II

I needed a good laugh tonight, so I thought i'd reminisce about some of the shenanigans that i've partaken in during High school.  Me and my friends love to be hoodlums just like everyone else, so one night over the summer we decided it would bring endless bliss to us by flinging coffee creamers at houses.  This was originally one of my friend John's ideas, the activity was soon dubbed "creaming".  Not only are coffee creamers in abundant supply at most gas stations or fast-food joints, they're easy to throw and surprisingly volatile.  John enlightened us on the adventures he had back in his hometown, when him and his brothers would leave cars looking like they had endured a small blizzard because of these things.

We began our prowl around a local neighborhood, and quickly honed in our target: a dark green house that was positioned beside a faulty street light.  As soon as John signaled us to approach after checking if anyone was home, we unleashed unbridled hell upon that house.  Contrary to the name of the Beetles song, we painted that shit white; It was magnificent!  After completely covering a side of the house in vanilla flavored coffee creamer, we moved onto the next target....

This one was not only lacked an escape route, the streetlights must have had new bulbs in because they were insanely bright.  As you can assume however, that didn't stop us.  Much like Julius Caesar, we came, we saw, and we conquered... with vanilla bean coffee creamers.  After sieging the front door with a dozen dairy based artillery shells, we noticed that the lights in the house turned on.  

...I'll spoil the story: we got away, but not unscathed.

Almost two seconds into the escape, my friend Jeremy tripped and face planted right into the grass.  He quickly recovered and we continued to sprint our asses off for about another hundred yards... until it happened.  My friend Bill, who I mentioned back in the "Music!" blog (which you can find here), proceeded to trip and tokyodrift for about three feet on the sidewalk.

You might be wondering, what the hell does tokyodrift mean?  The movie, Fast and the Furious : Tokyo Drift, holds a special place in my heart.  The cut rate acting and HORRID plot progression, made this into the most comical cinematic experience of my life; so much so in fact, that I decided to incorporate its melodramatic title into my everyday vocabulary.

Tokyodrift - Verb

1. To slide, or drift, in a comical manner.

2. To assault someone at a breakneck pace

Varian Forms:

Tokyodrifted - Adj.

1. To be a victim of a well executed tokyodrift; whether it be in a contest of who can drift their car in the most dangerous manner (often between two scrawny guys), or being beaten in a physical manner at a staggeringly fast pace.

Proceeding his fall, everyone in our coffee cream bomber brigade laughed their asses off.  I'll be honest: it was hilarious.  HOWEVER, at the time I picked him up as fast as I possibly could and got him back to running away from whoever our persecutor was.  Once we got home we had to tend to our wounded, and by principle of triage, Bill was in pretty shitty shape.  He had massive skid marks across his torso, knees, and chin; of which were quickly greeted with an iphone camera supplying us with collateral in any sort of disagreement, and some great photo memories.

It's so important to be a complete shit-head sometimes. Because youth is short-lived, when you're 30 with kids and a wife, you will miss times like these.

TO BE CONTINUED, Laugh a little bit: Part III

"Seven days without laughter makes one weak" ~Mort Walker

For the song tonight, I decided to pick one that my friend Bill would want to be on this blog.

Prodigy - Invaders Must Die

Being the best is looked down upon

I was sitting here listening to The Glitch Mob - "Fortune Days" prepping for the rave I will be attending this Saturday, when all of the sudden it dawned on me; people degrade others over the things that make them worth being around.  For example: A good friend of mine is always targeted by criticism and ridicule for literally no reason.  He has no characteristics that I find negative, but for some reason people seem to enjoy fabricating false information about him JUST to have something to talk shit about.  Why is it that the people who deserve this disdain the least always seem to find themselves face to face with it?

Its so apparent to me now.  Everything that you are, all the experiences that you have had, the collection of your talents: will always make others feel empty.  Everything that you are, they are not.  Being the person you want to be will always contrast with what the world wants of you; therefore you must slice through all the bullshit, all the ridicule fired towards you, and all the jealousy people feel for you.  Due to the asinine conformist philosophy that has plagued the U.S for so long, society will Always try to bring you down.  Theres a reason that 1% of the population of the United States controls nearly a third of the wealth in the country.  The lower class is too busy fighting over stupid bullshit, while those who break free of societies vice grip settle themselves among the cosmos.

None of the founding fathers allowed societal woes to limit their potential, neither should you.  I question the motives of high school students who are looking for part-time employment; is your time really worth eight dollars an hour?  The forty hours you work a week could be appropriated towards studying, or honing some sort of talent of yours.  I gladly pass up a few grand in High school for 400 points on my SAT's because that small amount of money (which buys shit that is essentially inconsequential) pales in comparison to the money that I would acquire by graduating from NC.State, instead of a lesser school.

Don't Be a conformist.  Don't let ridicule harm you.  Don't let pointless shit like rejection or drama get in your way.  You have to be the best, and any less is a tragedy.  Never stop climbing.

“I do the very best I know how, the very best I can, and I mean to keep on doing so until the end”~Abraham Lincoln

The Glitch Mob - Fortune Days

To Radio and Beyond!

I'm very proud to announce that myself and the incredibly talented Chaz Evans will be creating a podcast all about Panther Creek!  Sadly I wont be able to bring you a blog today (because i'm writing the Pilot!) but I look forward to giving you guys another dimension of my life by bringing it to you in audio format.

Laugh a little bit: Part I

This blog, on a regular basis, is a fairly serious and philosophical affair.  My last blog, titled "My Greatest Fear", (which you can find here) was the deepest and most thought provoking I could muster.  Even though I'm proud of what I wrote, it seemed a bit too morbid; so morbid in fact, that I decided to throw all those principles out the window tonight and write pure idiocy for once.

My friend (for the sake of the person's privacy I will be using a dummy name) John is utterly hilarious.  Pretty much everything that comes out of his mouth makes me laugh my ass off.  

Before I continue imploring you all on the funny shit that my friend John does, I'll give you guys a bit of background information on his appearance, his family, and how we met.  John, for lack of a better term, is massive.  He spends at least 20% of the week (the whole week not just the time he's awake) in the gym.  He bench-presses well over 300lbs, but i'll stop with his weightlifting stats there seeing as it's undoubtedly more than what you do.  Even though he may now be the strongest person at his High School, he wasn't always a massive football player.  He moved here from another state in middle-school, as the skinny self proclaimed "World of Warcraft God".

He played this game a ton, but his brother... Holy Shit.  His brother (we'll call him Fred), was notorious among my circle of friends as the most anti-social nerd alive.  The nerdiness was insane. I cant even express it to you in a practical sense: It has to be in the form of a story.  Fred, who somehow played more video-games than John did, avidly used the word "poopsock"

 IF YOU ARE EATING SOMETHING, PUT IT DOWN, THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET UGLY.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

After hearing this word thrown around several times in their conversations, I got curious like any other person would, and asked what it's meaning was.  That was easily one of the biggest mistakes I had made to that date. 

Poopsock

~Verb

1. Used often as a last resort or act of desperation, a devout gamer will remove his sock and proceed to defecate into it in order to avoid the act of getting up and going to the bathroom.

~Noun

2. A sock filled with excrement

Variant Forms:

1. Poopsocked (~Adj.) - to be struck with a poopsock (often at high velocity) by means of another catapulting it through the air with their arm.

Now all of you may be thinking, theres no way in hell that he actually did this.  To be honest, i'm not sure if he ever actually did the unspeakable and shit in a sock.  I hope to god no, but I know for a fact that this practice is not as taboo for some of the lowest of anti-socials.

Now that you guys have a background of my friend John's appearance, personality, and family, I want you all to look closely at YOUR friends and appreciate how much better your life is because of them.  When John isn't being a complete shit-head, he is a loyal and helpful friend; the kind of friend that would help you get through the rough times.

TO BE CONTINUED: Laugh a little bit: Part II

"When people are laughing, they're generally not killing each other [sic]" ~Alan Alda

For this blog's song I'm going to pick one of John's favorite songs:

Scarf - My Odyssey

My Greatest Fear

Fear, evolutionarily speaking, is a psychological response to stimuli that is considered uncertain, or threatening.  Fear yields not only an emotional response from humans, but an anatomical one as well.  Those reactions include dilation of pupils, an increase in heart rate, sharpening of senses, etc.  Yet, when I think of my greatest fear none of those come to mind.  I see it in my head right now, speeding towards me, and I cant get out of the way.  I cant do anything.


As degrading to my virility as this is, my fears are numerous.  Bugs, heights, and darkness all make me cringe.  But my greatest fear is not something physical, its an idea.

The one thing that scares me the most, is growing up.

It feels like its inevitable, even though I try my best to keep it away; It's a relentless enemy, one that has no thirst, no hunger, and no desires.  It chases me night and day, in my conscience, and in my dreams: It stalks.  My parents hope for it, I abhor it. I cant stand the idea of throwing away everything that I hold dear to me, just because it doesn't contribute to my future.  They ask me "Do you think your friends will be there when you need to pay your rent?", but I don't care!  Why must I sacrifice all that I hold sacred and comforting, just to prepare my self for a reality that I have no interest in confronting?

My attempts are futile, and thats why my fear is unique.  There is no option out, there is no way to defeat it but to confront it head on: the one thing I refuse to do!  I don't want to get into college, but I MUST.  I don't want to get up at the ass-crack of dawn every morning and go to school, but I MUST.  Therefore, by confronting my fear and defeating it, it has won!  It is forcing me to live a life I'm trying to stray away from.  Everyday, I get a little bit closer to succumbing to its power; everyday I lose a little bit more of my youth, and take a step towards Adulthood.


What can I do?  

There is only one solution I see.  Only one circumvention to the massive wall that I am inevitably going to slam into.

I guess i'm going to have to accept it... 

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Young Forever - Mr.Hudson

Coming out on top

Its the undeniable human desire for victory that has inspired me to write this specific blog.  It's the feeling in the pit of your stomach after a competition; you've won, and its because of your hard work and self-belief.  I love winning.  I love winning so much, It hurts.  Whether it be a sport, a video game, or an argument, there is not one outcome that could be better than coming out on top.


But when does it go too far?
When is winning----
---- just not worth it?


The year was 1994, three months after I was born, and the formula-one phenom Ayrton Senna was literally crushing the entire European Grand-Prix scene.  Numerous driving legends, including Michael Schumacher, Alan Prost, and Mika Häkkinen, all claimed Senna as the #1 driver of all time.  These men were the best of the best, and for them to name Senna as their superior was some pretty crazy shit.  For a Brazilian to come in and win over what the racing community considered as the purest racing pedigrees around (the Italians Fins and Frenchmen) was insane.


May 1, 1994, Senna stepped into his Williams F1 car... And never stepped out..


Senna died at Imola due to a loss of traction on an S-turn, resulting in a massive collision with the side-wall.  Senna was known for an undeniable lust for winning.  NO ONE, wanted it more than he did.  He was the epitome of a human's desire for victory.  Senna won, by having a divine belief in himself, an unsurmountable work ethic, and a ruthless demeanor on the track.


--But did he take it too far?--
--Did he want it too much?--


I think not.


Topgear, the British motoring show, filmed a tribute on the last anniversary of Senna's death.
Topgear Tribute


"You either commit yourself as a professional racing driver that is designed to win races, or you come second, or you come third, or you come fifth, and I'm not designed to come third fourth or fifth: I race to win, and if you no longer go for a gap that exists, you're no longer a racing driver"
-Ayrton Senna Da Silva

Beauty

  A year ago, my definition of Beauty was being drastically re-constituted and re-shaped on a daily basis.  Whether it be a pretty girl, a nice car, or a pristine 1080p movie that I came across, I found it harder and harder to pin down what it really meant.

UNTIL I FOUND IT

  As cliche' as this is: I met a girl, that literally re-defined the word Beauty.  There is not ONE aspect of this woman I would change; physically she was stunning, and emotionally I cant remember the last time that someone brought such bliss into my life.  Every day I'd walk into second period, be greeted with a hug, and proceed to shatter the precedent of "The Greatest Day in My Life" I had created the day before, over the next hour and a half.

  Sadly, this never worked out in the end.  The months wore on, and her stay at PCHS was coming to a close.  I had to be content with just being her friend (which I still am); by suppressing my desire to pursue her I had finally found the definition that I had been looking for, for so long.

Beauty:  That which is inexplicably desirable to one's preferences, but something that MUST be let go for the betterment of one's self.

"You dont love a women because she is beautiful, she is beautiful because you love her"

- Anonymous

Eminem - "Beautiful"

Brotherhood

Maybe it's just my heritage, but the word "Brother" is used exceptionally loose in my family.  Most people can count the number of brothers they have on their fingers, I cant.  I'm glad to say that many of my cousins, friends, and acquaintances are FAR more than what their titles denote to them; I feel it is fitting to say that most of these individuals are significant enough to earn the title "Brother".  Hopefully they have mutual feelings for me, because the emotions I have felt in these past few years have been nothing less of sporadic, and I would be NOTHING without their support and companionship.

However, the point of this blog isn't to enlighten you all on some part of my life, its actually me questioning the bitter feelings felt by massive populations towards their brother countries.  For the people who don't know yet, the Korean peninsula has been in a military turmoil over the past few days.  The North Korean military shelled a South Korean Marine Corps holding on the island of Yeonpyeong due to a military exercise encroaching on Northern waters.  After killing two, injuring dozens, and uprooting the households of numerous South Koreans, the South is ready to fight.  Vowing to "retaliate ten-fold" the marine corps is seemingly ready to kick off world war III.

While you may think all this is shitty enough, the shittyness doesn't stop there folks!  The Chinese and the Americans have picked their sides, and this impending war is going to be bloody.  The U.S have allegedly sailed into the Yellow Sea (Keep in mind that these are still International waters) with a Nuclear Aircraft Carrier, and the Chinese are sweating bullets over the possibility of having to go toe-to-toe with the Americans; which is something that would not only result in their eventual demise, but also their economic destruction.      

But why MUST brothers fight?
Why MUST bullets fly?

I leave you all with my usual song and quote:

"Above all things let us never forget that mankind constitutes one great brotherhood; all born to encounter suffering and sorrow, and therefore bound to sympathize with each other."
-Albert Pike


The Decemberists - "The Soldiering Life"

Music!

This ones all about Music, guys.  I can remember the first album I bought (I was five) ,and embarrassingly it was the Backstreet Boys album titled "Millennium".  Thankfully I've gained the insight that at this age, purchasing THAT album, would earn me quite a few weird looks from my peers, but whatever; at the time, they were pretty damn awesome.

Unlike most people I own no portable Media Device (no Iphone/Itouch/Ipod/Zune/Sandisk, etc) but I pride myself on being an avid music listener.  I think music is one of the things that is so widely expansive that condemnation of it is simply saying "I just didn't look hard enough", everyone has something that fits their tastes!  A close friend of mine, we'll call him Bill, is one of those people that seems to hate every song you ever play in his presence.  Anything I play for him quickly receives a "Yeh, I dont know if Im feelin (insert lyricist/songwriter/rapper/)", and I'm not sure, is he the exception to the rule?  Has he accomplished the impossible, and condemned music, or is he just being blunt?

I'll be the first to point out one of my major flaws, which is judging people solely based off their musical tastes.  I apologize if I've alienated you, or made you feel inferior because of what you listen to, but comeon!  I cant help but laugh when you list off "Wiz Kaleefa (spelling?), Gucci Mayne, and DJ Khaled " as your favorite artists.

Let me supply you with a case before I continue my impending rant on what the media calls "Hip-Hop"

"Yeahh 
Damn 
Hold on turn me up a little bit more 
Yeahh bitch 
Always wanted to do this shit 
This is it what 
Luccini (in front of) 
Ugh Ugh Ugh (expletive, one that even I wouldn't say) Yeah"

-The first stanza in Wiz Kaleefa's "Air Born"

I'm sorry but I simply cant take shit like this serious, this man is making millions, driving around in cars that he has no business even looking at, for writing trash like that?  Sign me up, no effort and millions of dollars sounds pretty damn awesome.

I'll leave you with a link to the song i'm currently listening to, and a quote by Dave Chapelle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn7kVU6jP0o

"who's the best rapper alive?
DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, cause I spit hot fire mon"

PS: Thanks for the mention Eddy, you've been a great friend, and Mentor.

It Begins.

~I'll start off the same way that I start most of my conversations; Hi.
My name's Kevin Patel and Im a Junior of the PCHS (Panther Creek High School) class of 2012.  My school prides itself on being "one of a kind" and "an exemplary place of learning for todays Youth", but really its just the same old shit.  The administrators suck (Just like every highschool), the food sucks (just like every highschool), and the only thing keeping anyone sane is the slight possibility of going to a kickass college by busting ass and getting good grades.  Im one of the people that will probably get into NCSU (North Carolina State University) by not really trying.  However, one of the few things I dont tell people is my dreams in life.~

~I plan on Majoring in Quantum Physics at State.  Its one of the few things that I find interesting, challenging, and actually worth my time.  I hope to some day live in Geneva, get married, and work on the LHC (Large Hadron Collider) for the rest of my life.~

~I decided to make this blog because I feel that no one really knows me.  They see the kid on the surface; Overweight, Indian, loud as fuck, and randomly brilliant.  I dont think anyone really knows what goes on inside this head of mine.

~Do I even know?~

"For the Man to be born, the boy MUST die"