Strictly Bass

Its a stange thing, bass. Everytime i hear ridiculous bass (the technical term used to describe a audio frequency that makes you think 'shit this way too loud'), I automatically smile (The only other thing to do that is speed). Whenever I bang some stupid (synonym for ridiculous) bass, Or my dad (or anyone else) puts their foot down, i automatically smile.

I made a bass playlist, with the best of the bass i've heard over the years, and they're grouped into 3 classes:

Class C - Deeper than most regular music (with a few bassy parts)
Class B - Considerably deep, deep enough to almost make you wanna turn it down (with a considerablely deep bassline)
Class A - Crazy ass bass (Bass throughout the entire song, music that'll knock things off the wall)
(Songs in bold are ones that'll blow your head up - provided you've got appropriate Subwoofers)

1. Crank Dat Pacman - Crank Squad - Class A
2. Beats for my Van - DJ Billy-E - Class A
3. Here Comes the Boom - Nelly - Class A
4. Ridin' 26's - Crime Mob - Class B
5. Boi (I got so many) - Young Problemz Ft. Gucci Mane & Mike Jones - Class B
6. I Put On - Young Jeezy Ft. Kanye West - Class A
7. Go Getta (Remix) - Young Jeezy Ft. R. Kelly, Jadakiss, & Bun B - Class A
8. Demons - Tech N9ne Ft. Three 6 Mafia - Class A
9. Intro (Redlight District)  - Ludacris - Class A
10. Elevator - Timbaland Ft. Flo Rida - Class B
11. Blueberry Yum Yum - Ludacris Ft Sleepy Brown - Class B
12. Who Not me - Ludacris - Class B
13. Put your money - Ludacris - Class B

PocketRocket™

These are by far one of my favourite types of cars, theyre just simply awesome. They're Go-Karts with windows. I love the fact that even though this Abarth Punto Evo has a 1.4 litre 4 cylinder engine, this car is mind-bogglingly fast. Those 16" rims are to die for, and so are those 4-pot fiery red calipers. And that aggressive body kit is one-of-a-kind, so are those dual tip exhaust tips. Looking at those air vents on the rear bumper, and that diffuser at the back, and those low profile tires, gives you the impression that this might be a fast car.

My god is it fast

As soon as you hop in, you'll realize this isnt you're ordinary to-the-shop-and-back family hatchback. This Turbocharged Italian beast unleashes 165 Rampaging italian horses everytime you go near the throttle. It's one hell of a machine. Its got it all. Looks, power, functionality. Sounds perfect, eh?

ElectroHouse Music

Knock You Out - Tiësto

The original track's pretty awesome, not too club like, but just awesome. This Remix by Mysto & Pizzi is the exact opposite. Ridiculous bassline, Catchy tune, its simple off the hook.

These guys are pretty awesome, they've remixed alot of stuff, Kanye West, Britney Spears, Beyonce, Black Eyed Peas, and recently, Tiësto.

I love their remixes, really club-like music, check out their website for more info[Link] and their Youtube channel for the 'Making Of' videos [Link]

Keep up the great work yo!

She never learns, does she?

He we go again. Remember the girl who was hearbroken buy that fag? well yeah, i knew it wouldnt work out, but i decided to be nice. I hated the guy with all my guts, but i tried my best to be nice to him, when they were together.

A few days ago, i realize that shes really close to another guy - a guy i hate EVEN more. I've known this guy longer than the other one, and I've hated him for longer. Hes got no respect for anyone, and brags like hell, and thinks he can have any girl. The only thing he can have is deez nuts. He's more than welcome to have them. Anyway, back to this. He hated my brother (because of the amount of shit he gave him - respect to Big J), and i was next on the line (and im so proud of myself). Whenever i see him, i make fun of him (so do all my other friends). I see on her Facebook, that she'd listed him as a brother. Ofcourse, me having enough of this shit, flipped on her. I spent an hour and bit, showing how much of an asshole he is, but she doesnt seem convinced, I give up, and just go out to chill somewhere. I warned her - If this happens (which better not), Im not gonna be the nice guy i was last time - EVERY SINGLE TIME i see him, even if hes with you, im gonna make fun of him, and i wont give a shit if you tell me its wrong. I call her up in Rome yesterday, and she tells me that he told her that he likes her blah blah all that shit. I'm 10000000% sure it was COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT, and that he was probably at some gay ass sleepover when he told her. She told me she wouldnt say yes, and i hope she sticks to that decision..

Hallelujah

This song's been stuck in my head since i woke up - but i'm not complaining. It's a truly amazing song, one of the most inspiring/uplifting songs i've ever heard. I've listened to most versions, and i find that X-Factor winner, Alexandra Burke's version is by far the best. It's one of those songs that immediatly get you reminiscing and thinking, about those things that you'll never forget, you know?

Heres the Youtube link, but take my advice and download it, sounds MUCH better downloaded, unlike Youtube crappy sound quality

Embrace Life

 Definatly better than those cheesy warnings on the radios, from the ministry, which only make you wanna unbuckle your seatbelt and go around driving like a lunatic. This really does show how it isnt worth losing your life over speed, quite an emotional video.

I'm back

Remember when i explained how pissed i was because i couldnt run today? or even do anything?
Well as i mentioned before, shit happens. I went to sports day on the intention of sitting out on all the running events (which were the only ones which mattered for me). Lets just say i decided to go all arab on it, went for a 300m warmup with the AA and YN, hurt like a bitch, but i still went for it.

Then the strangest thought hits me: What if i run EVERY single race today, would i wreck my ankle?

I decided to prove my mum, friends, and most importantly to myself, that a small twisted ankle wouldnt hold back 6 months of training. First running event was 800m. I grabbed a coloured bib, and raced to the start line.

Click/shot/starting thing and we're off. iPod playing, im completely isolated from the other runners. We break apart after a bit, and i try staying near the front, but fail miserably. I came 4th in our year - MAJOR improvement over last year's 7th, ESPECIALLY with a twisted ankle. I was dead by the 700m mark, but i kept going.

Soldiered on for the 200m (when my feet were absolutly SMASHED) and the 100m Sprint, AND the 400m (not to mention all the other non-running events)

Im proud of myself (in the non cocky way) of getting this far, and in the words of Nate dogg: "I'ma rip this shit, 'till my bone's collapse"