Ameya Appreciation Group

Sometimes this funny thing happens to me.  I know this sounds crazy, but a lot of the time I wake up with a song stuck in my head.  A lot of the time too it’s a song I haven’t listened to for a long time, but seems to always apply to my life or how I’m feeling.  Today after getting back from formal I got knocked out and slept for quite a bit on a bed which was awesome, and when I woke up I had these kanye lyrics playing in my head:

“What do it mean when you dream that you fallin’?

What do it mean when you dream that you ballin’?

What do it mean when you never dream at all,

But you don’t really know, cos you can’t recall ‘em”

I think on the surface it may seem that this bit is just about dreams we have when we are asleep but I also reckon he’s talking about dreams in real life.  Especially the last part.  I think he’s saying that if you don’t have a dream in life, you can’t really understand life, because there isn’t any meaning.

Well I got selected for the team for this week.  Thanks one billion to everyone who has wished me luck and listened to me waffle on about cricket.  I really appreciate it when people care about me.  Let’s see where we can go from here.

And the ending of that song, kanye goes:

“Well, we can’t dwell on the past, all we got is today,

Imma live my life like there’s no tomorrow, no goodbye.”

Personally I reckon this is the best song lyrically I’ve heard from kanye not that I’ve heard much of his stuff, and I love those two lines at the end, but I still reckon it’s both naive and simplistic to think that we can live life like that.  Like my uncle told me, you don’t learn history, you gotta learn form history.  And I think if we don’t and we make the same mistakes over and over again, we’ll just hurt ourselves or others we care about.  But still, maybe one day we’ll get good at life and we can live without the worry of making mistakes.  Who knows.  And sorry if I sound a bit off today, but don’t worry, I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell.  Haha catch yall around some time.

Let’s try keep it real.

Just a heads up that this blog is long, boring and not funny at all.  Just a recount of today.

Well I’m blogging at 1 in the morning, just cos I can.  Awesome.  Came back a little while ago from “This is It” and everyone I went with agreed that it was just plain awesome.   Michael Jackson is a genius.  A perfectionist.  I’ve always believed that you should strive for perfection with the knowledge that you will never achieve it, cos striving for something you can’t get can really mess up your brain.  But tonight I realised that he was perfect.  Sure he was perfect in a frame of imperfection, but the standard he set was unbelievable.  It’s weird and strangely sad having to write in past tense about him.  Anyways, good day all round capped off by a great movie.  I would strongly recommend it to everybody.  Honestly.  Seeing him work is just beautiful.

Anyways something else I wanted to blog about was cricket today.  First game since about mid February, and it felt great to be back getting match practice.  I was filling in for my brother’s team.  Bowled alright, got three wickets, could have got more except some of the batsmen don’t know hoe to edge properly.

Anyways, that’s not the main point that I want to talk about.  So what happened was there was this batsman who was playing alright.  So a couple of over into my spell I decided to shake things up, and gave him a bumper.  Hit him on the side of the upper arm.  So I thought, ok I’ll try it again.  Next one ricocheted off his shoulder up into his cheek.  Luckily didn’t break bones.  Naturally I walked over to check if he was alright, and I found him muttering about how I was chucking, and something about learning to bowl.  Naturally, I got upset.  Naturally, I just bounced him some more.  This continued, and I kept hitting him all over the place but I couldn’t get him out.  I know I sound like a douche, but whatever.  He shoulda had a helmet on.  Half way through, he’s still talking trash and he calls for a helmet.

Soon, I can’t get him out, and I have to stop bowling cos I reach my limit cos I’m under 19.  So I stop bowling.  So the batsman takes his helmet off.  Another blower comes in, first over bounces him and the batsmen tries to hook, misses and takes it full in the face.  I was standing at short cover a couple of metres away.  Second time I’ve seen a nose absolutely shattered by a cricket ball.  Interesting experience.  Blood squirting all over the place, nose all in bits.  Pretty messy all up.  Crazy world.

Anyways, here’s something I thought of that kinda summed up the situation: (PS James co-signed it)

Cricket balls may break a nose, but words will sometimes anger me.

Speaking of things James has co-signed, here’s my analogy for love:

It’s like going to the beach.  You’re already half way there when you realise you’ve left the sunscreen at home, but it doesn’t matter cos you’d happily take the sunburn so you can play in the water and the sand.

Pretty boring post for all you non-cricketers.  Keep it real.  Boss.

HSC’s over, got nothing to do, so I just decided to try this thing out.  I reckon I’ll get really bored over the next couple of weeks, so I may do some list stuff, like the one Sy did on meeting people for the first time.  May only last one entry, who knows?  This’ll only be short cos I got to go take a shower.

Speaking of showers, This morning whilst in the shower I had ‘Heard ‘em Say’ by Kanye West stuck in my head, and the line “where i’m from the dope boys is the rock stars” was running through my head.  Isn’t it mad how rappers think that where they come from means so much?  I suppose we don’t understand having grown up in Australia, but it would be mad if we could use where we were from as an excuse too.  Like this:

Physics Teacher:  Deva! Stop harassing Anthony!

Deva:  Miss, I’m from West Ryde!

Physics Teacher:  Oh my mistake.  Please continue being awesome.

Wicked.  Anyways, I think I’ll leave the Ameya support to Doug and Thashan and I’ll just use this blog to recount my adventures here including my cricket career!  I was back to training today, and that’s why I need to go take a shower.  All hot and sweaty.  Like Kris.  After sitting down.  Anyways, I was training cos I got trials tomorrow.  Kinda nervous, but we’ll see how it goes.  Whether I end up playing cricket for Australia or failing miserably, it should be fun to read back on how everything unfolded.  Trials tomorrow, and I haven’t held a cricket ball for six weeks.  Should be interesting.  If I don’t make it, I think the dream is officially over.  Oh well, no need to worry, I’m from West Ryde.

To everyone out there, what’s happening?

I wasn’t intending to join the blogging scene. Nothing interesting ever happens in my life; I could post on MLIA every second of the day. What would I blog about? Well fans, today, I’ll blog about what happened last night.

UNSW open day sucked ass, aside from 2 other guys wearing exactly the same shirt as Thashan. Crampin’ his style. The hard thing was ditching Deva (jumping in the bus just as the door closed behind ;) ) and then lan-partying for a few hours while we waited in the City. Present shopping for other dudes just ain’t my thing.

Deva’s suprise birthday party. So we rocked up at his house (without his knowledge), all 20 of us and rushed in for a HALO-FIFA nerdparty. This was accompanied by using Deva’s MSN and getting him dates and hustling Sharon. We gamed into the night: the weaker party-goers left, drained by the experience whilst the hardcore gamers (Ameya) and everyone else stayed, playing gravity-hammer only HALO 3. I learned from this that Justin hacks, Milo sucks and Ameya cherry-picks. We moved on to Gears of War, which Bryan sucks at (he sucks at everything).

Ameya and I moved onto NBA Live, where we played Motumbo Ball. This olympic sport was pioneered by Deva and I. For those who are unenlightened, Motumbo Ball is where everyone picks the Nets, player locks onto Motumbo and you must shoot only threes (sort of like WNBA, but actually enjoyable to watch). Fouls and outs are disabled. Safe to say, I destroyed Ameya and left him a whimpering, lifeless husk on the chair, after letting him cheat and shoot everything while I only shot 3’s.

Moving on, to Street Fighter 4 (PC). This is perhaps the greatest fighting game of all time. Only because Zangief is so hairy. He even has shin hair. Unfortunately, we didn’t get footage of Ameya playing Streetfigher 4, but I’ll say that Ameya has found a new soulmate.

We were also treated to a photo of baby Ameya, along with baby Deva. The curious thing is that in the photo, Ameya is playing nintendo (SNES). It just goes to show that he was conditioned from birth to suck at Street Fighter 4. Still, modern-day Ameya looks exactly the same as the Early Ameya, representing his timeless good looks.

I missed out on a few things that night. Didn’t draw on people while they slept, did not participate in the nuggeting of Bryan’s bag (although I watched it), didn’t switch what was inside people’s bags. I didn’t even get to eat Swami’s home-baked cheesecake brownies which looked like turds.

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And so ends my first blog. It was harder than I thought. Give me suggestions on what to talk about in the comments! I realise this post sucks, and I do hope that I’ll get better at this as I go. But for now, In Ameya We Trust.

Good night, and may the force be with you.