Flabbergasting, Isn't It?

Indeed it was a shocking night. VU Night, that is. I did promise stories and here I am. However, I regrettably say that I myself did not take any photos at VU Night because I was too fucking tensed up for the performance. However, some of my friends did take pictures and I will post them up as soon as I get the photos. That's a promise from 'ol Spiky!

VU Night

The day of the night (sounds strange, innit?) was extremely odd. I woke up rather late for my usual wake-up time, at around 8, perhaps and did some chores... and swept the whole house. It became rather clean but not as clean as Shakir does it. I didn't practice at all for some reason. Hmm... Sound check time soon came and I got calls from Kelvin saying that his car broke down on the last minute nearby Sheraton Subang. How unfortunate but luckily Teng Choon and Marcus were already on their way so they will pick them up. Since it was so messed up, I told him that I would take a cab there and I will go there myself and meet up with them for sound check. I got off in front of the Sheraton Hotel entrance and asked the doorman if there was a prom around here and he directed me to go left and all the way down the hall. So I trudged down the hall with my bass and Teng Choon's crash cymbals that he left behind in Tee Yew's care the previous night. I soon arrived in the Grand Selangor ballroom and saw that they had already arrived. It was only me and the Klang boys since I told Tee Yew that he didn’t need to come. What happened after we met was pure hell to our tolerance and patience. Basically these bozos called us early to do a sound check, at 2.30 and we came at 3.30 and they haven't even started yet.

SIDE NOTE: There is a story about the guitar effects and distortions around this part of this story but I think it is rather unimportant. However, I would like to thank Danny, Joseph and Senthil for their well-meant contributions. You guys are the best!

We waited for so long just for one band to finish their sound check. Unfortunately that middle-eastern bastard slotted us in as last to perform the sound check. Teng Choon burst his head while talking to the VUBC president, MJ because we had followed everything they said and we had waited so fucking long! It was heart-wrenching! We had to go back to prepare and crap! Seriously I know they are all working as hard as possible to get things running in time but what did they expect of us? Sit down and wait around? FUCK NO! Eventually we got what we wanted and scrambled home to get ready and shit. The initial plan was that Ivan and Tee Yew meet up at my house to get our hair done but as soon as I was leaving, I saw Ivan coming in. Instantly I knew that our plan was off. You know, somehow I knew this was coming. He’s been somewhat different ever since he had been making advances on this Indon girl. Sure, I’m proud of him falling in love with a decent girl and all but sometimes a bit of rationality and ethical sense to keep promises should be kept in mind as well. After Ivan went in, Kat came by and the Klang boys went back to Klang and Kat fetched me home. I was in a rather foul mood as all the events that day were not what I hoped it to be. I called up Tee Yew to come by and I quickly took a bath and Tee Yew came by. Since the plan of the “hair-spiking” was off, I just did a regular do and went with Tee Yew to Sheraton Subang. We parked outside the Sheraton because of their amazingly-blasphemous parking charge(s) of $4 and more. We met Kai and Chee King as we headed inside. I passed Kai some clothes that wanted to wear later during clubbing. We crossed the road towards the Grand Selangor Ballroom and met up with U-Jun and Han John. Later we saw Kang Wei as well. Friends, acquaintances and classmates all showed up in droves as the place started getting packed up and the noise of people talking started to fill the place. People left and right were taking pictures as well but since I was too tensed up, I wasn’t really in a lot of pictures. There was this one China dude that had a rather notorious reputation among us for being a total weirdo. God knows what his name is but Chee King claims to know it since he HAS encountered this weird dude outside of class before, in a bus while traveling home or something like that. Anyways, this China dude, I think, was one of the cameramen for the night. Unfortunately, he was taking pictures from weird angles and weird pictures… He was taking pictures of the backs of girls which were partially exposed. You know la, those kind of dresses girls wear during events like these. Absolutely perverted fellow. Anyways, the rest of the guys entered into the ballroom while I waited for Teng Choon, Marcus and Kelvin. They soon arrived and we all went in and watched the VIPs make speeches and the such. Unfortunately, Christine had gotten us seats that were RIGHT next to the VIP table. I didn’t know until I made a comment when Whatsistitles Jeffery Cheah’s wife (which was as usual, stunningly HIDEOUS like a cow’s mutilated arse) was giving a speech and good ‘ol Jeff came over and told me to pay attention.

=_=”

Thank you Christine.

Anyways, the rest of the night proceeded alright. The food was okay and I was tense as shit. With each passing performance I became a bit more calm and tense at the same time. Later on, the performance before ours, which featured a chink girl decked in red belting out one of Siti Nurhaliza’s famous song. Unfortunately, her performance had to be postponed a bit because of some technical error. During which I went over to the rest of Valmanway and expressed my distress if that were to happen to us. Eventually it was our turn when the academic awards were given out. We went backstage and psyched ourselves up. Eventually after some discussion we went up and then we hooked our “axes” (as the old rockers like to call ‘em) into these DI boxes. In my honest opinion I prefer amps and concert speakers anytime of the day. However the A/V dudes wanted it to be this way. Ah well. My bass and Marcus’ guitar was alright but Kelvin’s had some problems. The problem lingered for too long until they had to kick us off stage. Some other performances including the “coveted” Cultural Fashion Show that has been the hype for the past few weeks were on. Seriously with all the tension and stress within me, I didn’t give a flying fuck, yeah, I didn’t give a damn fuck about the whole bloody shitty thing. However, I must say that Ivan’s punk rock thing was just satisfactory. Not the image that I expected but it was… alright. I’m being extremely kind here. Anyways, soon enough, it was all over with the fancy dancing and prancing which took them ages to prepare for. Nothing extremely spectacular but the costumes were amazing. After that, the girl in red went to perform and she did a rather good job with the whole Siti Nurhaliza song. Kudos, girl. Phew… and it was our turn! We went up again and

*drum roll*

Same problem. That was it. No more. Everyone had enough. The crowd was already impatient and had diverted attention far far away from the stage even before the Siti Nurhaliza act. We walked off-stage dejectedly with our axes in hand and remorse within out lonesome hearts. Was Valmanway never meant to be. People from the VU Committee and the A/V company started apologizing and shit but I was like, “Forget it, it was a technical error. No one messed up at all”. Although I said such things, within there was this nagging annoyance. Later this hot Indian girl that was part of the VU Committee came up and said the usual things. God knows what was in my head and I snapped at her, saying, “Like DUH”. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way but she blew up. Tee Yew led me away and then he apologized for me and she said “Whatever,”. Alrighty then. I apologized as well and same answer. My drummer went as well and she said “Whatever,” as well. My drummer blew up and scolded her “sohai girl”. It literally means stupid cunt. Anyways, we packed up and they left for home. It was a rather bittersweet experience, somewhat like the Kurtz, but a bit better. Ah well. Oh yeah, before that, some dude, under the Indian chick’s orders (presumably) threatened Teng Choon and Marcus, telling me to watch out. Funny thing was, they told the other dudes but not me. Unbeknownst to moi, the guys had already prepared for battle, leaving me in the dark until they came over and asked if I was okay. Funny, eh? Anyways, what happens next is rather Post-Vu Night. Oh yeah, the band competition was won by the band that sang Lifehouse songs. Whee~

Temper Flares

Right after all was done and the awards and shit were given out, the dance floor opened up and the lights went dim and the usual R&B hits were played with some techno in the mix. Our group had no intention whatsoever to stay behind and dance since we already decided to go to Maison straight after. However… there was some trouble that brewed before we went. Here’s what happened... Initially this is what happened, Ivan had already asked this Indon chick, Veriwaty to go with us to Maison before this. God knows when but yeah, he did ask. She refused because she claimed that she couldn’t stand the smoke in the club because she has asthma. Point taken. Ivan told U-Jun she wasn’t interested because she was the decent kind of girl. Point taken as well. However, later on U-Jun asked her again and she agreed. Here’s the mad part. Ivan suddenly goes trippin’ all over the place and confronts U-Jun about why he asked her to come. He does it all in his face and shit. U-Jun obviously doesn’t wanna take it lying down and gets pissed as well. Before U-Jun could do anything, Ivan storms back into the ballroom. Honestly, I think Ivan was absolutely mad here. He was seriously… SERIOUSLY tripping balls! Words can not describe everybody’s disbelief of the situation. I was with U-Jun outside the ballroom and he was saying that Ivan was mad and shit like that. I couldn’t agree less. I still ponder sometimes how humans could be the most advanced species on this world when they can still be capable of such extremely stupid things. Ivan steps out with Veriwaty with this rather unhappy face and U-Jun just storms off mad saying he can’t stand the look on his face. Some of us follow him out and U-Jun goes to his car and Ivan steps out with everyone in tow as well. We try to calm both of them down and suddenly Ivan seemingly explodes from a distance and U-Jun explodes like never seen before. The air was tense as though a fight was about to erupt outta nowhere. Man… Its times like these I am grateful that I ain’t hot-headed. Soon everything settles, they trade apologies and shit like that and we headed on to Maison to have a good time. Before we left, I saw the Indian chick with a whole bunch of Indian guys opposite U-Jun’s car.

Personal Thoughts

I can’t begin on where to say how idiotic the whole incident was but I guess sometimes the limit in the human psyche, when reaching a dead end, is extremely dangerous and volatile as it was displayed that night. Ivan was an idiot to go tripping without even asking everything properly and U-Jun was equally guilty for failing to control his temper. Geez, guys, chill!

Whatever that happened in Maison was pretty much unimportant except for the fact that one of the chicks got kind of drunk and it rained like mad. Other than that, it was fine. Anyways, I seriously can’t wait for the prom and GC concert pics to come. Will post them all up once they arrive. Peace out y’all!

Where Do I Begin....

Boy, do I have a story for y'all. *ahem* Correction. Stories. Yeah, in just that night. Amazing how VU promotes such... "togetherness" and "morality". Sadly, this will have to wait. Woke up to a burp that smelled faintly of the half-a-cup of beer. Urgh... Gonna go have lunch now.

TO BE COUNTINUED...

Stories to Tell and Poems to Write

Seriously, man... I could've kicked myself for not blogging earlier. Initially I wanted to wait for the pictures of the Good Charlotte concert that I went to on the 21st of April but Manil still hasn't sent me the pictures yet. I reminded him yesterday when I nipped by the cafeteria to check out the crowd. I saw Piumi and some of the Monash crowd as well. Unfortunately had to leave before could actually start a proper conversation with them because we were going to Pyramid. Alright, here's what happened so far

Good Charlotte

I wish I had pictures to boast about but my trustworthy 6230i's camera was not good enough to get some high quality pics so I decided not to upload them. Manil has them and I will upload it for all to see when I get them. Anyways, I went with Manil, Wen Kai, Wen Kai's girl, U-Jun and Ivan. I gave my other tickets to Joseph. I met up with Manil beforehand at college and Kai fetched us there. Initially we wanted to go there by four but one thing or another got in the way and we went at around 6 instead. Thank the Gods of Olympus that I had gotten those DiGi VIP tickets, man! The line for the DiGi VIP tickets was quite short when we got there, luckily. As we were approaching the line, we noticed a sign saying that umbrellas were prohibited in the premises and all that bullshit. Manil brought a bag containing an umbrella so we decided to hike it back to Kai’s car which was parked in another car park to put it back. We saw rather hot chicks there but other than that, there was nobody to boast about. After putting the bag in the car, we both hiked up all those stairs up to the line and saw Ivan and U-Jun had already joined Kai. Suddenly Joseph called me and told me he could see me. I called him over to our part of the line since we were in the front. Oddly enough, he said he arrived before we did. So why was he at the back?

Side Note: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE GOT A PICTURE WITH JASON LO! I GAVE HIM THE TICKETS AND HE GETS ALL THE GLORY?! WTF!!!

Ahem… *Regains composure* We soon reached the part where we could enter and they tore the tickets and gave us some wrist bands instead to show that we paid already. They also gave us two inflatable MTV… dildos… Odd, indeed. Anyways, we waited a bit more and they started showing the MTV Live Good Charlotte commercials that we have seen over and over again on MTV, some Good Charlotte videos, including the new one, The River and some MTV News segments. Soon enough, MTV VJs, Denise, Utt, Colby and the MTV Jus presenter Fazura come out one by one and said some stuff, threw some free stuff. I would like to make it a point here that the Malaysian crowd, sorry, shouldn’t mean to insult my kinsmen… *ahem* The MALAY crowd (yes, being totally and brutally RACIST and HONEST here) is absolutely embarrassing. Here are a few events that happened…

1. There was this ass clown that was “trying” to start a mosh pit by seemingly jumping one foot left and right, knocking people. He finally stopped when a Chinese man asked in an extremely fierce voice if he wanted to fight.
2. The same guys started attempting to “crowd surf”. In reality they looked like they were tossing their guys to each other. Unfortunately neither mosh-pit-ing nor crowd surfing was popular in Malaysia yet so the crowd refused to participate in their idiotic antics.
3. PUSHING. REALLY HARD. If they wanted to get in front, practice proper time management and tactical maneuvers.

There. My 10 minutes of absolute honesty… and racism. The show opened with 3 local bands, One Buck Short, Estranged and Lo, in order, performing 5 songs each. I’m never going to diss local music again. It is absolutely amazing. I even loved “Itu Kamu” by Estranged, even if it was a malay song! Wow… We waited a bit longer after Lo’s last song and FINALLY Good Charlotte came out. The crowd went… partially ballistic because we were seriously tired after all that shouting, screaming, jumping and crap. They went and performed 15-odd songs, including the famous ones like Keep Your Hands Off My Girl, The Anthem, Predictable and the new one, The River. Right after their last song which was The Anthem, we immediately bailed out to get drinks. We were standing for 5 hours and a bit more, without food or water, sweating our balls dry and jumping, shouting and screaming like crap. And I gotta say… It was all worth it. You know why? The DiGi VIP tickets… Hahahaha… There was this one space, reserved for us. It was the CLOSEST to the stage. I swear. We were so close. We could see the whites of the performer’s eyes. We were THAT close. So, Shakir, Piumi, Mizna and Rushdi, the guys who I initially got the tickets for, you should go HANG YOURSELF for passing up such an incredible chance!

Valmanway/Salmon Waves

Initially I thought that Wednesday’s event was an audition… turns out it wasn’t. Peculiar. Oddly enough, soon later while attending the damn thing with my recently-fucked-up-but-just-got-repaired bass guitar, we all found out that we have only one song to perform since we were participating… in an unofficial… Battle of the Bands. How delightful. We gave the committee some personal information like, our names, for example. We did mention that we were previously different bands and formed about… a week ago. Hahahahaa… Absolutely hilarious. Anyways, we saw what the other bands (some not full set) had to offer and the prominent thing that they shown were that their vocalists (s) were absolutely FUCKING amazing. They definitely left Tee Yew coughing in their dust. However, I still think that we have a chance because we might be the only full piece band that is performing. If so, we will definitely be louder and have more Oomph! So far the final practice has been absolutely amazing. I must say that our progress is definitely faster than the progress I had with the Kurtz. It’s not about skill, it was more about… the time spent on the songs. I gotta say, for me, at that time, I had no idea whatsoever what notes were what notes on my guitar. Now that I know my guitar better, I would say that for me, it was cool! On the other hand, our current drummer is GOD-LIKE. Seriously, he can go far. Ah well… All the best to VALMANWAY!!!

Alright… A few more hours to prom itself… Ivan and Tee Yew’s gonna come to my place and we’re gonna spike our hair like mad. This reminds me of Good Charlotte’s first video that I’ve ever seen which was “Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous”. Haahahahahhaa… Alright then. Wish us the best of luck! I will post about Valmanway and prom later on! Peace out y’all!

Salmon Waves

Due to um... miscommunication, some of the band members thought that we were gonna be named Salmon Waves. Hahahaha... I wonder how can Valmanway be mistaken as Salmon Waves. Bad DiGi line, I suppose. Hahahahha... Jamming's been doing fine, making much faster progress than I did with the Kurtz... We took almost forever to get 1 song done last time. Maybe it was because we didn't really have time to jam as much as this time. I would say that we jammed less than 10 hours in a week's time last time wei. To top it off, we didn't jam, like, few days in a row. Instead, we jammed a day here and a day there. I guess that was why... Or I just sucked. Hahahahhaa... Anyways, this time progress is good. Everyone plays magnificently. The drummer, *can't remember his name*, is fucking ass amazing. He is a modest fellow, though. So, he doesn't go about arrogantly. Kelvin, the lead guitarist, is good, he knows his stuff but so far I can’t really tell how good is he or anything but at least he is modest as well. Henry, the rhythm guitarist catches on really quick. He hasn’t really heard or practiced any of the songs and he can play! Well, he has loads of practice at church, since he’s part of the church’s worship band. Ah well… Tee Yew… ah well, his performance at CIMP Talent Night had proved us all correct with out hopes of him. That guy is going to go far. The only thing I can’t stand about him is HOW THE HELL DID HE MASTER FIFA STREET 2 IN HALF AN HOUR??!!! I’ve been playing like balls for a few weeks and still haven’t managed to own the computer players! My god… Me… the bassist… No one has exactly said anything about me, yet, or is still shy to. Ah well. So far no complaints la. Funny thing is, we got along pretty well. We all had dinner at the nearby mamak stall after jamming and we had a nice jolly chat even though we were almost just…acquaintances. Ah well, hopefully Lady Luck will shine on Valmanway, or Salmon Waves, as some of them say it to be. Peace out y’all!

Oh, Yeah!~

Man, so much to say, so little time... Yesterday was the pits, man. I went to see the president of the VU Student Council yesterday and then asked about a slot to get into VU Night. Unfortunately, they said they wanted to open the dance floor a bit longer... What the fuck, man! I was rock-bottom depressed man, was walking through rain (or drizzle) It was horrible until…

The Rebirth (or rather resuscitation) of Valmanway

Yeah, the name of the band is… Valmanway! Named after the famous blade in uh… some god-damned literature, or not. Anyways, after I received the news, I called up Kelvin, our new guitarist, Tee Yew and Ivan and told them the bad news. Tee Yew didn’t reply, oddly enough. Kelvin took it pretty well and well, Ivan blew his head off and said to talk to Mr Zain about this. Sure enough, he did. He went to talk to Mr Zain this morning. Lo and behold! Mr Zain went into a fury and started blasting the VU Student Council like mad. Later on in the day I went to see Mr Zain to ask him again regarding the band thing and he actually swore so bad in front of us about the committee that it put us to shame! He has my respect, man! He called up the VU office in front of us, asked for some dude, and then swore so bad to that guy that was on the other end that we were cowering even though we weren’t on the receiving end. Damn man… Mr Zain… He’s the man! He is THE MAN. Unfortunately he’s going for surgery that night la, so we decided to dedicate the song, “My Sacrifice” to Mr Zain, for all that he has done for us. You the man! Here comes Valmanway!

The Young and the Hopeless

Good Charlotte is coming to KL for a little concert, as most of us already know. The good news is… I GOT SOME FUCKING TICKETS! I went to Times Square today with U-Jun and his friends to get those tickets during our rather lengthy 3 hour break. I bought 3 Prepaid packs and then nailed two tickets per SIM card I had. That amounts up to… 6 tickets! WOOHOO! 1 for me, 1 for Ivan, the rest are for Piumi, Shakira, Rushdi and Mizna. It’s not 100% certain that they’re going… So, if I have those spare tickets, I’m selling for… say… 300 bucks. Yeah, I’m an asshole. No exceptions. Muahahahaha… Ah well, looks like things are turning around, nigga! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

PEACE OUT Y’ALL!

Ever Warm and Fuzzy Sunshine

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On The Grandest Stage of Them All

On April the 1st, the crowd at Fort Field can be seen erupting from their seats as the fireworks from the center stage exploded with such impact signalling the beginning of one of the most anticipated PPVs of the year - Wrestlemania 23. WWF or WWE, as it is known as now, has come a long long way in 23 years. Therefore, the theme for this year's Wrestlemania is, "All Grown Up". Short clips of wrestlers potrayed in their youth, like a young boy smashing two milk cartons together like how Stone Cold Steve Austin smashes beer cans together were shown. I sure as hell wasn't at Ford Field. I just bought the pirated DVD to watch the greatest show on Earth, about a week late. Ah well. I must say there are only a few Wrestlemanias that I am truly satisfied with. I haven't watched the older ones like the time where Hulk Hogan had bodyslammed Andre the Giant or the Montreal Screwjob either. I would say I began watching wrestling, for serious, around WMXX (Wrestlemania 20 for the uninitiated). It was heart-touching to see two best friends, Chris Benoit, the Rabid Wolverine, known for his "Toothless Agression" and Latino Heat compadre, the late Eddie Guerrero, stand together in the ring, finally achieved what they had sought out to do in a long long time, win the gold. As they embraced and confetti fell from the top of the arena in Madison Square Garden, and in the background the crowd is cheering their heads off with Our Lady Peace singing "Whatever", it was truly what they call, a Wrestlemania moment.

Wrestlemania 23

I have to admit that since I wasn't exactly watching every episode of Raw, Smackdown and ECW that were leading up to WM23, I wasn't exactly pumped up to watch the matches that were gonna be on. However, I had to watch. There were a few good reasons like...

i) The Battle of the Billionaires
ii) Batista vs 'Taker
iii) Cena vs HBK
iv) 6-man Money in the Bank Ladder Match

Nothing more. Not even the Lumberjill match for the Women's Championship, Melina vs Ashley. I basically fast-forwarded everything to the matches that I wanted to watch. It was kind of amusing when Kane whipped out his chain and hook from his movie, See No Evil, reminding us of the gruesome character, Jacob Goodnight that he played in the movie, to beat the shit outta Khali but the Punjabi monster just ripped Kane to shreds wth it. Yikes. The world championship matches were so-so, nothing spectacular. The challengers were both old and experienced, so we've seen enough to know what they're capable of. The champs were both young and were a bit more unpredictable. Sadly, Undertaker HAD to retain his undefeated streak at Wrestlemania, making it a 15-0 streak. I seriously wished that Batista had ended his streak. Fuck. Cena vs HBK, however, started out bad with HBK trash-talking Cena and crap like that. HBK went for the old tricks of focusing on one body part and taking it out, shot by shot. Eventually, Cena landed one too many FUs and made HBK tap to the second STFU he had to dish out. It would be a rather fresh experience to see HBK as champ because his title reigns were when I was still in diapers. Cena has been champ for way way way too long, not counting the time Edge banked in his Money in the Bank contract deal right after Cena had been brutally ripped to shreds in New Year's Revolution's Elimination Chamber match with 5 other Superstars. The 6-man ladder match was amusing at best. The usual tricks of punching on ladders, pushing of ladders, using ladders as weapons and stuff. The amusing highlight of the match was when King Booker (formerly Booker T) pulled out a small ladder (just 3 steps) and the look on his face was priceless! In the end Mr Kennedy won, kinda fair and square. About 1/4 into the match, Jeff Hardy had dived from the top of the ladder onto Edge who was lying on a ladder that was positioned above the floor by placing both ends on the ring apron and the security barrier. The ladder snapped as both men tumbled down onto the floor with Edge not moving. It was great to see that sonnovabitch getting hammered like that. Unfortunately it wasn't fatal enough to get him out of everyone's hair. Once I again I look back at the previous WMs... The greatest Money in the Bank Ladder Match that I've seen was at WMXX again, featuring some stars like Benoit, Edge, Shelton Benjamin, Jericho and Christian, if I am not mistaken. Extremely incredible atheletiscm was shown that night when Shelton ran up ladders to deliver clotheslines and shit. Damn. Alright, alright. Lastly, the Battle of the Billionaires. For the uninformed, this fued between Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon and the man himself, DONALD TRUMP had started out friendly until Donald Trump rained money (YES, MOTHERFUCKING actual MONEY) on the crowd during McMahon's self-proclaimed "McMahon Appreciation Night". The whole thing eventually boiled to the point McMahon started a match at WM23, and the stipulation being winner shaves loser bald. They both had representatives since it would be rather unsettling to see Donald with only his trunks and boots whacking the shit outta McMahon. Trump chose the ECW champion, Bobby Lashley to represent him while McMahon chose the Samoan Bulldozer (and illiterate and very caveman-like) Umaga. For the match to proceed smoothly since both factions here aren't exactly boy scouts, the WWE Board of Directors enlisted the Texas Rattlesnake, Stone Cold Steve Austin as the special referee. Sure enough, Stunners were handed out to everyone in attendance and McMahon got his head shaved bald. It was a good day at Fort Field.

I would think that most of you wouldn't have understood a damn thing I just rattled on and on about up there but once you watch wrestling, come back again to this post. Let's just hope that the Wrestlemanias to come are much more incredible than the last. Peace out y'all!

I Love Being a Turtle!

Come on, what's there not to love?! You can be green, have a hard shell, learn slick-ass ninja moves and have cool names like Leonardo, Michealangelo, Donatello and Raphael. Nunchuks, dual katanas, sais and a staff? Any day, man... Any day.

Alright, I just finished watching TMNT, that 3D movie that came out. It was awesome. And Shakir was all like, it's 3D, c'mon... Hahahhaa... Boy, was he wrong. It was like me seeing Angels and Airwaves as some lame band. Anyways... I should have realized that 3D movies are at their best now... I mean, look at Advent Children! It was fucking amazing. I should drill that into his head. The graphics were top-notch and the voice-acting was superb. The turtles never looked better. NEVER. Not even in the newest cartoon series. Fo' real, man. Fo' real. Go watch it soon. I give it a 5/5.

Minutes to Midnight

Linkin Park’s latest and upcoming album. Me, as a true hardcore Linkin Park fan, is absolutely dying to get my hands on the copy as soon as it hits stores on the 14th of May. The latest single from their latest album, What I’ve Done is nothing short of the amazing material that sets them apart from all those other bands like Snow Patrol, Kaiser Chiefs, Click 5, Oasis, Staind and all the other crap you hear these days. Same old formula, song and dance. I’m sure everyone remembers Meteora, all the songs in there were absolutely amazing. They were all number 1 in their own way. Anyways, here’re the lyrics and the song itself, for your listening enjoyment if you haven’t heard it yet. Enjoy. Peace out y’all.

In this farewell,
There is no blood,
There is no alibi,
Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousands lies,
So let mercy come and wash away…

What I’ve Done,
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

Put to rest,
What you thought of me
While, I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty,
So let mercy come,
And wash away…

What I’ve Done,
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

For what I’ve done,
I start again,
And whatever pain may come,
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done…

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

(Na,Na,Na) [Mike Shinoda!]

What I’ve Done,
What I’ve Done,
Forgiving what I’ve done…

Like A Broken Record V2

Life is unfair

Life is unfair

It never plays by the rules

Yet we ride with it, like fools

It laughs in my face

Spits in my face

Blows everything up in my face

Puts me outta place

Takes me outta the race

Ruins my pace

Puts my heartbeat in a haste

Splatters trouble all over like paste

All of it fucked up like waste

Maybe it's fate

Luck comes late

It ain't ma mate

Man, it's fucked up

But I will never play dirty to stack up

MARK MY MOTHERFUCKIN' WORDS

Things Do Not Look Good... At All

Hell no, they don't. I'm a bit behind work, especially Management and Organisational Behaviour. Assignment essays with 1000+ words... The holidays just keep getting better. To top that off, this new band that I'm trying to work with is horrible... It's not they suck like hell but we haven't even had a PROPER meeting yet. Everyone has their own shit to deal with... it's really getting me extremely stressed out... I swear my hair's gonna be white when I'm done with it. The things I do for fame and fortune... No way am I going to grab some weed and go nuts with it. On second thought... Nah... Hahahaha... Man, I feel so damn tired and stoned now... It doesn't help that I had a hearty serving of Dominoes and some limau ais that I specially ordered from Mohameds. Heh heh heh... Until I feel a bit more sober, I'll blog a bit more about some other trivial, miscellanous and humorous events that have happened in VU, Indahvilla and so on. Till' then, peace out y'all.

Like a Broken Record

Life is unfair

Life is unfair

It never plays by the rules

Yet we ride with it, like fools

Thought it may be so fucked up

I will never play dirty to stack up

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