Saturday, July 9, 2005

HAPPY GIRAFFE DAY!!!!!!!!
OH to the EM-GEE, I had the best outing ever!!! Well, it was quite eventful and fun.

And none of you should envy the fact that I have such eventful days. They happen that way because I motivate myself to make them happen. Sometimes it's not so spectacular and sometimes it's awesome to the max. Either way, my days are never wasted and yours shouldn't be either. As one of the wisest men once said:

"GET UP AND LIVE!!!" - Andrew W.K.

Gotta love it..

Anyway, here's how my day went:

I woke up around 10am by accident. I wanted to sleep in until 2am because the night before was tiring and I really needed sleep. However, it was good that I woke up early because I had found out that I didn't have cash on me. My parents took the car so I had to walk to the bank to get some cash. I finally got back home around 2:30. I took a shower, did a bit of laundry and ironing. The time seemed to fly by quickly while ironing to the radio. Too quickly actually. I was to meet my friend at the downtown mall, in front of the jean store at 4:00pm. Now I panicked because I hate being late for her (although SHE is the one who is late more often). Luckily for me, my mom came home that minute and said he needed to go downtown anyway. So I hitched a ride from her. And scored an extra $40 for spending money!

So I arrived at the Eaton Center, a popular attraction from shop hungry tourist and a nice place for locals to buy stuff and hang out. It was a beautiful day. And I'm not talking about just the weather. It was a nice, warm, summer Friday and everyone in the mall was lookin' gooooooooooood. Girls and boys just happened to be incredibly stylin' that day. I thought "Hey. I might as well join them." *laughs*

I walked through the mall towards the meet point while picking store I want to visit on the way. We were to meet in front of Bluenotes, a jean store. I sat on a bench nearby at 4:00 hoping with my terrible eyesight, I might recognize her shape. I'm a bit nearsighted if you didn't already know. By 4:30, no-show. I had a feeling she got lost. She's not a very good navigator so I decide to take a stroll around the mall for a bit. By coincidence, I met a friend who was on her way to work. I walked around with her for a bit and helped her pick out a card for a friend of hers who's getting 'fired'. While walking around with her, I met ANOTHER friend who was on HIS way to work. My other friend was in a rush so she left. I chatted with my dude-friend for a bit until he had to leave for work. I planned on visiting him and the other girl but I didn't really remember where. Oops.. Heh.

I went back to Bluenotes and waited on the bench again. At 5:17 I saw a girl with an ashamed pouty face that looked just adorable. Twas my friend of course. She apologized for a good half hour for being so late.

And then the shopping begun.

We had general ideas of what we wanted to find. Her specifics were a skirt, a gift for her friend and a new swimsuit. I on the other hand just wanted new good lookin' clothes. As we walked through the mall, she constantly stepped on the back of my shoe and so I constantly heard "Sorry... Sorry... Sorry..." She's a bit clumsy but it's cute though. She's quite a passive person too. I had to trick her into getting her into stores she wanted to go to. I could tell if she wanted to because she'd adjust her glasses and look at the windows displays for awhile.

"Do you wanna check that store out?"
"Umm. Only if you want to."
"It's a bikini shop. I don't wear bikinis."
"Umm..."
"Oh look. They sell sunglasses too. Let's go."
"Okay!"

And then she'd look at the merchandise for 20 minutes. Heh. She's funny.

We did major amounts of browsing until we made our first purchase. We both admitted to feeling bad after leaving a store without buying anything. Especially if the employees there are so friendly and helpful. And as you walk out of a store, they'd say "See you again!" in a cheery voice. You smile back and say yeah but you know you probably won't. It sucks.

We spent a lot of our time feeling the textures and materials of different items of clothing while discussing how comfortable they would be and how it would be so nice to hug someone (or be hugged) hearing it.

We had a bit of trouble walking in and out of stores with security alarms because they would go off every time my friend would enter/exit. We later searched her bag for whatever it was that was causing the unnecessary attention. It was a security sticker thing still stuck to my copy of "A Knight's Tale", the DVD she was to return to me. Heh. All that commotion over a stupid sticker.

I needed to find a new pair of swimming trunks for my trip up north to the family cottage. For the strangest of reasons, I felt really picky about what I’d be wearing while in the water. I found a really neat blue pair for $65. It was a bit much for though. I'm not going to be swimming that often. But It looked really nice. Even my friend admitted that she could picture me looking really good in it. I didn't buy it but I do remember exactly where it is, just in case I rummage up $65 in the near future. However, I pretty much gave up searching for trunks after that.

We soon walked into ROOTS, Canada's most popular supplier of sportswear. I went upstairs and a nice pairs of olive green pants caught my eye the minute I reached the floor. I ran to it and discovered it has been marked down from $59.99 to $19.99. Unbelievable. It's a straight leg, plain, flat-front, olive-coloured pair of cotton casual dress pants and it just felt so smooth and soft. I tried it on with the help of Serena, an employee who told me her name 5 times. They fit like a dream. So I bought it. First purchase of the day! What I love about it the most is that it matches my messenger bag. I thought that was kinda neat. It's gonna be nice and easy making outfits for that pair. Score!

We then walked into The Body Shop and got high off smelling candles, soaps, body butters and other various fruity stuffs.

I then brought my friend to a music store so that we could buy gift. My friend bought a CD for her friend who's having a birthday soon (She originally wanted to get her earrings but an eighties compilation CD was much more thoughtful since her friend isso into it) and I, for my sister (for buying me Love Hina Christmas Special for no reason). Well, to be honest, I sorta bought the CD's for myself too because we share an almost identical taste in music AND I take her CD's every once in awhile anyway. I bought Weezer's Pinkerton, Feist's Let It Die and Bright Eyes' I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. All of which, I've been wanting to listen to for a looong time.

We passed a hat store and I was instantly reminded of my lost cowboy hat. I tried on a hat or two but they weren't the same.

[Edit: My dad said he'd drive me all the way back to Niagara-On-The-Lake just for the hat. Well, he's going to take my uncle too for a day out and we'll have a fancy dinner but my hat is the main goal. KICK ASS!! THAT COWBOY HAT IS MINE!!]

We decided to cut our shopping then because A) We were starved and B) The stores were closing.

At around 9:00, we ate dinner in the food court just as it closed. I had beef teriyaki and she had a vegetarian taco because, derrrr, she's a vegetarian. While we ate dinner, I vented a bit about my band and how f---ed up it is. I talked mostly about Bassist and all the shit he's done. My friend had no idea that he was that bad. She said, "And to think. He actually liked me. I'm so glad I'm not close with him." I'm pretty glad too.

I surprised her with a bag of pizza-flavoured Combos. She had never heard of the pizza-flavoured kinda so it came as a super surprise. The food court emptied so we walked outta there as soon as we finished.

The minute we exited the mall, we saw crowds of people flocking towards what seemed to be bright red lights and smoke. Upon closer inspection we saw stuff flying in the air. We decided to follow the crowds to see what was goin' on. On the way, we saw a man in red fixing up some big metal floating contraption. This HAD to be good.

We got close enough to the spectacle to realize there were about nine giant, red giraffes manned by eighteen master stilt-walkers who blindly maneuvered their majestic animals through the city streets. Their flexible necks bent down and almost touched the awe-struck crowds below. A spotlight then appeared and shined upon a lady, high atop a wheeled stand held and pushed around by more people in red. She began singing opera to what appeared to be her mate, an operatic clown with a bass drum.

Now my friend and I looked at each other and asked if we were making this stuff up. So we pinched each other. After screaming "Ow" in unison, we agreed it was real. Or surreal I should say. I discovered that amoungst the madness of curious red giraffes and an operatic couple a story was laid before us. Although not quite clear, we watched as these characters sang their way through dramatic trappings of love, jealousy, fury and cruelty.

The giraffes squeezed fire extinguisher toots through their backside upon unsuspecting spectators. Another clown then came around to each giraffe and gave them water. The fake red heads soaked up liters and splashed it upon the crowds in delight. Many extra clown-men and clown-women in red ran around the crowds as well either spreading cheer and interacting with people or jumping around with bright red flares, creating unreal glows beneath the tall creatures. Then all of a sudden..

*BOOM*

An explosion of fire blew up in the middle of the chaos. Then another and another. to those close enough, a rather big scare but to those at the right distance, a thrilling surprise of sound and lights.

Another explosion went off and bursts of red circular confetti filled the air as the cowds followed the parade of madness. I'm looking at my souvenir piece of confetti as I type this.

My friend, coincidentally quite a big fan of giraffes, laughed in delight as we watched the show snuggly fit in a crowded street of fellow Torontonians. A passing female clown in red stood behind her and mocked her laugh. I almost fell to the floor in laughter. The clown then asked my friend if she could give her container of leftover taco to her giraffe. She was kidding of course. I found her mockery of my friend cute little chuckle just hilarious. I feel the need to tease her about it when I see her next.

We followed the excitement to the square where the clown and his vibrantly dressed mate sang their final operatic piece. The music was incredible. At times, chilling and almost psychotic and at other times, upbeat and cheery.

It was when the giraffe show was over we realized what we had stumbled upon. The opening night to Toronto's Annual Street Festival.

[Edit: I had just discovered that the show I had just seen is called Les Girafes: Urban Operetta. It was their first performance in Toronto and is a part of the French Ministry of Arts and Entertainment. Bravo you crazy Frenchies!]

The spectactle finished with a final boom of confetti into the air. Though the show was over but the crowds stuck around this stage set up in the middle of the square. We were about to leave when we heard the orgasmic sound of an opening drum line. This night couldn't get any better. A free concert! But who was it? BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE! Toronto native indie rockers just emerging into the mainstream music scene with their psychedelic melodies and fusions of toe-tapping atmospheric rock with symphonic orchestrations of drums, guitars, basses, electric piano, brass instruments and mixes of loud soothing vocals.

I had never really heard their stuff until that day but the minute I did, I wanted more. Their set was f--kin' incredible. The hundreds of people standing before the stage, including my friend and I, nodded their heads in sync with enjoyment to the various tunes blasting in the summer night.

The concert finished at around 11:15. By that time we were fully tired and more than ready to take the transit home. On the subway, we agreed to another outing in the near future to the harbourfront, with hopes of stumbling upon another random festival. We then boarded a bus and rode along our shared route. On the way home, we met three friends that we haven't seen for awhile. They left just before my stop. I offered to follow my friend home and ensure that she arrive safely. She declined because her father was waiting for her at the bus stop.

And so I walked my smiling self home all by my onesies.

I realize that was a crateful to read but I cannot stress enough how much fun I had. I know for a fact that I'll never do anything exactly like that again. But I sure hope something just as fun comes my way soon. *sigh* What a sweet day.

Now today (Saturday), I don't know what I'll be doing but I'll be sure to let you know in the next post. And I'll visit your sites as soon as I'm fully rested. I promise...

Happy Giraffe Day!

Cheers.

- enin -
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Friday, July 8, 2005

Plays all day
First of all, I'd like to apologize for not being able to visit site yesterday and probably today. I'm dead tired and I just wanna type up some kinda record for yesterday's play outing. I'll get back on track when I'm rested, alright? You'll know when I am.

Now to yesterday's Festival outing...

I had an awesome time. Such an awesome time, I'm grinning just thinking about the day. The following events and such may not sound like much to you guys, but I just found that I really enjoyed myself.

To start, the whole day had PERFECT weather. And I mean perfect. The sun was out with a few clouds here and there with enough of a nice light breeze to cool you off while strolling.

My family and I left the house around 9:00am and arrived at Niagara On The Lake at around 10:30am. We had a quick fill brunch at Tim Hortons before our show, which started at 11:30.

The first play we saw was in The Royal George Theatre and featured a one-act matinee called Something On The Side. The story (set in Paris) involves three men intertwined in a strange coincidence of relationships with three women (and throw in a dork who's in love and just bitches throughout the show). I have to say this was my favourite play of the day. The three men were simply hilarious as they chatted amoungst each other about their mistresses, how cheating is so much fun and chuckling hearty, bellowing laughs in unison with one another. Like all plays, I shouldn't even attempt to explain the whole thing. You have to see it for yourself. The static set looked quite fancy and a bit deceiving.

As I left the theatre, I massaged my face after laughing so much. I walked along the main street and poked in and out of the neat little shops there. One particular shop caught my eye. A hat shop. Now as a long-haired guy, I don't normally look at hats but these weren't your typical baseball dirtbag caps. This is a fancy shop full of fedoras, bowlers, safari hats and plenty of hoity-toity stuff for the ladies. I instantly fell in love with one beautiful hat that fit me like it was destined to protect my head from the sun. A black raw leather cowboy hat. The moment I put it on, the shopkeeper said to me, "That looks fantastic on you!". And I agreed. All I needed was a horse. It was just sooooo nice. However, it was $125 and I didn't have my money on me that day. Now it was a matter of "borrowing" from the 'rents. I have the money to pay them back but they told me to wait until after dinner that evening. So I decided to give in and wait it out. I mean, if getting a $125 dream cowboy hat was a matter of waiting a few hours, I'm in!

The next play was a preview programme at The Court House Theatre called Belle Moral: A Natural History. Now unlike the first play, this comedy was quite weird but totally interesting. Aside from silly one-line quips, this play (set in the coast of Scotland in 1899) featured major character building and it's plot toyed with notions of evolution, past-to-present family histories, theories of science versus the freedom of art. My goodness, it was so incredibly captivating. And the set... Wow. It was brilliant. Three walls aligned with one another flipped around allowing the players to bring in/out stage props and set. But that's not what impressed me. It was the wall itself. The painting (or what I thought was a painting) on the wall looked to be a calm pastel impressionism landscape painted over what looked to be a regular mansion wall. Close to the end of the play, the landscape faded so it couldn't have been a painting. And it doesn't stop there. The walls were semi-transparent! Lights shone through to mimic sunlight through a window and flashes of white lights boomed right through as if true lighting just hit. I can't explain it. You'd have to see it for yourself.

We left the theatre and hopped into the van. Now the family and I were hungry. Very very hungry. We planned to go to this one fancy little restaurant but after seeing the meal portions from the patrons on the patio, we decided to spend on something a bit more filling.

We found a simple little family-run restaurant and had pasta and loads of chicken wings. Throughout dinner, I dreamed about what was to be my cowboy hat. Then my dream bubble popped when we were given free dessert.

At around 7:00pm, we rushed back to the main street (close-by to the next theatre) and I headed to the hat shop.

It was closed.

After a curse or two and a stubbed toe from kicking a tree (Sorry, Mother Nature), I calmed down a bit and decided it wasn't meant to be. And it came as sort of a good thing because I'll have more money for today (SHOPPING!!).

The final show was held at the popular Festival Theatre. It was called You Can Never Tell, another comedy. Not as deep as Belle Moral but not as "in-your-face" as Something On The Side. It was a cute play about a father separated from his wife and kids (two of which, a boy & girl, were hilarious and another pretty daughter who fought emotions towards a local dentist). Okay. Divorce isn't a typical source of comedy but it was all in the characters. I particularly liked the dentist, the daughter and their ever-changing feelings towards each other. It was cute. I found myself repeating a genius line in the play. "My specialty is being right when others are wrong." Heh. I love it. And yet AGAIN the set looked beautiful. Since the play was set in a seaside town, the set consisted of sea influenced props and furniture including a clam sofa, coral-like wall structure and pearly colours like white accented with bits of pink or turquoise of light blue. It was a pretty sight to look at, yes. And for the last time in this post, I can't explain the whole thing. You'd have to see it for yourself.

Now after a long day of laughing and a third of a day whining about the damn hat store closing at 6:00pm, my family and I headed home. Now I'm here.

Okay. It's obvious that I no professional play critic. Nor can I properly overview a play in its entirety. But I did tell you what I liked and that's good enough.

And so we've come to today (Friday). Today I'm to shop with a friend. To have relax and enjoy my kick-ass city as we aimlessly wander it's streets and downtown mall.

That's it from me for today. Enjoy the start to your weekend!

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. Tea in a garden is incredibly relaxing. You have to try it..
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Thursday, July 7, 2005

Tricksy drink and death by enchanted forestry
Today went well. Yesterday, I mean. Wednesday. There.

Work was alright. I had a strange conversation with my boss. We talked about how cups, glasses and containers are designed for certain beverages. You've got coffee mugs for coffee, glasses for water or milk or pop, big mugs for beer, paper cups for water, bottles for beer or pop or iced tea and so on. The average person doesn't question this kinda stuff but have you ever mixed it up? Like coffee out of a glass? Or milk out of a bottle?

It's kinda weird if you think about it. Something I find definitely strange is when I drink water from a straw. I've always chugged icy cold water from a glass or water bottle. I just HAVE to feel that water touch my lips. When I drink it from a straw I think, "This iced tea is f*cking tasteless." Okay. I'm a nut but that's how my mind works.

And I'm talking about regular iced tea. When I drink my Arizona's, it's straight from the bottle, yo.

Aside from the weird thoughts, I did some jamming on my g-tar. I made up a random song about how up rooted trees are going to be the death of me. It was completely spur of the moment so I don't remember what I sang actually.

I was inspired by the recent storms we've had over here. Rain came down like super soaker hits from Heaven. It was so incredibly heavy. And the wind was blowing like never before. Local neighbourhoods had whole trees uprooted, branches crash down on rooftops and one fancy house had their outdoor fountain broken up by a flying tree. (Hehe. Flying tree. That'd be wild.)

Thankfully, my house wasn't hit as hard. There are some chunky branches here and there but nothing too devastating. This one park that is particularly popular for wedding photos got hit pretty bad. Their most popular spot for shooting a wedding party is a wooden bridge over a river. The storms just washed that old thing away. It's a shame really. I remember getting pic taken there as the ring bearer for my aunt's wedding. Then again at a later one for my dad's friends wedding. I was 16 at the time, I think. Ahh good memories. I remember catching that stupid elastic thing that goes around the bride’s leg. Then I had to put it up a some girl’s leg. Heh. That was fun.

Anyway. I did a bit of sketching. I drew a new pic for my welcome banner type thing. Tell me what you think. I also drew some random anime people in pyjamas. I'm not done it but I'll see if I can finish it up soon for you guys to check out.

So today (Thursday), I'm off to see the three plays at the Shaw Festival. It's going to be an allllll day thing because I've gotta drive to Niagara and back. I'll post about it tomorrow. And then, shopping on Friday! Yay!

I'm kinda in the mood for some old school hot green tea. It's chilly enough in my house as it is. Have a lovely Thursday, everyone!

Cheers.

- enin -
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Wednesday, July 6, 2005

Adorable
I must say, today was quite interesting.

I took my little sis to the mall to buy her some sandals for the summer. My other sister would've gone with her but she's staying at a friends house. My mom would've taken her but she was busy today with a doctors appointment.

So it was good ol' Big Bro who took her.

I've never gone clothing/shoe shopping with my little sis before so it was quite the experience.

We first went to the foodcourt for something to eat. We went to NYFries for some poutine to share (Mmm, healthy). As we waited in line, my little sis saw noticed her classmate behind us, accompanied by her older sister. "Well." I thought, "Isn't this a lovely coincidence."

The kiddies chatted while we introduced ourselves. We then sat at the same table to let the kids chat away while eating. Her name is Tanya and she's a year older than me. She found it adorable that I was taking my little sister shopping. Then she started talking away about something. To be honest with you, I don't remember what she was talking about. I was a bit too mesmerized by her eyes and eye make-up. She used a citrus-y yellow and green for her eye shadow and she had long lashes. It was cool. I simply nodded and smiled and answered whatever she wanted to know about me.

Half an hour passed and my sis finished her food so we were going to be on our way. Tanya and her little sis invited my little sis to come over to their place for a swim in their pool. "You should come too." She said, "We can have a barbeque that day." I've never been a fan of swimming because.. well.. I can't swim. I smiled and said, "Alright. We'll set something up." I lied but whatever. My sis can go on her own. (Heh. I'm mean.) Anyway, we parted and went off to a shoe store.

My sis ran in and took off her flip-flops to try on some sandal. I told her she can choose what she wants as long as it's comfortable. At first, I didn't care what she chose. I mean, whatever colour her sandals were gonna be, it'd most likely go with whatever summer wear she's got. Then I started to really think. I don't know what got over me but I began sorting out various colours and styles to go with what she had in her wardrobe and what activities she'd be doing over the summer. "This one is good for biking and this one is nice for when we go to the beach... etc." One of the employees came over and asked if I needed help. And I did. I mean, I was getting worked up about my little sisters choice of sandals! I started explaining to the girl what my sister does and what she wears and she pretty much sorted the choices of sandals the same way I did. She too thought it was adorable that I took my little sister shopping. I eventually got carried away and brought her three pairs. THREE! For a decent price though. Even so, it's still quite a big deal.

As we walked out, it hit me. What the hell happened? Did I just do that? Part of me wanted to strangle my sis when she grinned at me and said "Thanks for the sandals. I hope mom likes them."

But now I fully understand why girls take so much damn time in stores. It's all making sense now!

I don't know what I'm on.. But I'm starting to really look forward to Friday when I get to shop for myself.

Anyway. It's 4:09am and I'm working tomorrow so it's time to crash. Have a nice day!

Cheers.

- enin -
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Tuesday, July 5, 2005

Escape please..
Hiya Sexynesses!

That's right I'm talking to you.

It's been a busy past few days but I think I'm ready start posting regularly now.

I'm obviously not posting as frequently as I want to but I can't really do much about it. It has been awhile though.

So let's get this ranty part over with.

It's starting to become somewhat official now. My band has split up into to opposing factions. Sorta. We have Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Rhythm Guitarist on one side and Mr. Bassist and Mr. Vocalist on the other. Nothing is official yet but this is how they appear to be siding.

I'll break it down into sections or something.

Warning: This is going to become rather confusing but I'm writing this simply for record's sake.

Mr. Bassist:
- Broke up with his girlfriend.
- His (ex) girlfriend is now good friends with Mr. Guitarist
- Is now unofficially in (secret) relationship with Mr. Rhythm Guitarists old crush (who is a filthy slut).
- Wishes to keep relationship secret because:
a) Mr. Rhythm Guitarist will become rather pissed off
b) I (his drummer and close friend) will lose all respect for him for sinking that low.
- Still arrogant and attention-starved

Mr. Guitarist:
- Is flipping over his ex girlfriend because she was secretly going out with some other guy during their relationship
- Prepared to slaughter his ex's new boyfriend
- Trying desperately to keep Mr. Bassist's ex out of depression and misery because they hold close friendship
- Trying desperately to keep Mr. Bassist from picking on Mr. Rhythm Guitarist
- Is thought to be "The stupidest member of the band" by Mr. Bassist

Mr. Rhythm Guitarist:
- Once had feelings for the trashy slut creature Mr. Bassist is current unofficially dating
- Was betrayed by her when she told Mr. Bassist where he was having his private birthday party (which was CLOSE to being crashed)
- Feels mixed emotions (including anger) about Mr. Bassist relationship with trash slut.

Mr. Vocalist:
- Desperately trying to attempt to become a rebel and lose the "good boy" image
- Has taken up smoking
- Idolizes Mr. Bassist's arrogant and superficial ways
- Believes that Mr. Bassist was the one who got screwed in his last relationship (obviously after days of brainwashing)
- Is currently in Nova Scotia away from band drama

Mr. Drummer:
- Thankful he isn't directly involved with all this retarded commotion with his band mates and a group of girls and the problems they cause. (Yes. Mr. Bassist's ex, Mr. Guitarist's ex, and the trashy slut thing are all in the same circle of friends.)
- Giver of advice
- Listener of rants
- And quite frankly, holding the goddamn band together.

I guess that's the general of it all. I do care about my band and all but it would just be so easy (and a big relief) to just say "Fuck it all" and stop caring. Mr. Bassist is unfortunately the center of all these problems. Although I'm his closest friend, I'm starting to lose patience for his arrogant ways. In the meantime, I'm just gonna jam in my room and see what happens.


I'm sorry everyone. That must've been a blurry bore to read but I gotta write it down somewhere.


Ooh! I'm goin' to Niagara On The Lake to see 3 plays for the Shaw Festival. Basically it'll be a day of fancy eating, comedic performances and visits to neat little shops. This is all happening on Thursday so I've definitely got something to look forward to.

But that's not all.

This Friday, my friend and I have a planned outing. The same close friend who Mr. Bassist wanted to turn into his own little f*cktoy, the same friend who did the play, and the same friend who has my DVD of "A Knights Tale" (Goshness, I love that movie). Basically we're going shopping together but I'd kinda prefer to call it "aimlessly wandering while making a few purchases". I'm pretty stoked about it because I've never shopped with a girl before. Her opinions and comments would probably be alot nicer than "Are you TRYING to look gay?". Which in a way, I kinda am because gays are snazzy dressers. I admit it. We might see a movie too. So it should be a nice evening of random lines and good times.

Today, I'm probably just going to go for a nice long walk with my MD Walkman and some money for an Arizona or three. It's the closest thing I can get to an escape from all this blah happening around me.

Heh. Can you believe my local convenience store sold out of Arizona Green Teas because of me? The owner said, "You can't buy 3 at a time every day. I appreciate the business but there are other customers who like that beverage too."

I simply smiled back and said, "They like. I LOVE."

*laughs*

And how can you not? Not only is it the perfect beverage (It contains green tea for energy, ginseng for health and honey for flavour.), it comes in the prettiest bottle too!

That's enough from me..

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. I'm gonna have something new for you guys soon. It might be a pic, it might be a drawing. Hell, it could be an MP3. Who knows? I know I sure don't... Heh..
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Monday, June 27, 2005

Me too
*waves*

Hey all you sexy people!

So how are things going with everyone? The past few days for me have been very.... interesting.

First of all, remember how I said Mr. Guitarist was missing that one day and missed out on Batman? His mom said he was at work. That's what she thought. Mr. Guitarist did go to work but he didn't stay because he wasn't scheduled to work that day. So his coworkers were telling the truth. Instead, he went to a friend’s house. Unfortunately, he didn't have a cell on him and he was clueless as to what WE had in mind so he didn't have a chance to go see Batman. Mystery solved!

On Wednesday, I.... Umm...

Oh right. I attended my little cousin’s graduation. Honestly, it bored the hell outta me but I made up for it by grabbing a case of water bottles from the refreshments tables. *laughs*

Mr. Rhythm Guitarist (My cousin) came to stay over at my house for the night too. We basically did what we always do when he's over. Order a massive amount of Chinese food, play video game and have a movie and /or anime marathon for the night. So after a nice hearty meal Chinese food (which we shared with my sisters and grandma), we started a Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad marathon. Unfortunately, we slept after 3 episodes.

On Thursday, my lil sister went to Medieval Times with her class. Lucky bum. Her class was on the GREEN team! The Green Knight won of course. Unfortunately, he was backstabbed and killed by the kings guy. Now this isn't the last you'll hear of backstabbery in this post.

Mr. Rhythm Guitarist and I continued Beck up until episode 8. He then had to leave that afternoon.

On Friday, I received a call from a friend of mine to go out to dinner with her. Now I had absolutely nothing to do that night so I...

..declined.

Now Enin, why would you go and do something like that?

Okay, this girl is a bit strange. How do I describe her? Well, okay. She's a fun girl but she's the type you'll only hang out with when you're with a group of friends. Beside, I can't imagine what dinner would be like with a girl who carries around a "wand" (a large novelty pencil in the shape of a natural stick) and gives piggy back rides to complete strangers while singing Eiffle 65's "Blue".

Now that very evening, I was sitting at my computer desk all happy and chatting away with people when all of a sudden, I needed to vomit. Now this wasn't just a little throw-up. This was more of a "holy-shit-I-think-I'm-missing-some-vital-organs" puke. It was completely unexpected. Now, I wasn't even close to illness until then. This lasted the whole night until 11:00 Saturday morning.

My guess is that the crazy bitch cursed me for not going to dinner with her. She carries a wand for cryin' out loud! Thankfully, I had nothing left in me to puke after waking up Saturday afternoon.

On Saturday, I went to my lil cousin Grad celebration. In short, lotsa people crowding one house with lots of food. I met a girl who is my cousin's friends older sister. I didn't get her name. In fact, we only exchanged about six lines total. Then I had to leave.

Me: "Hey, you're wearing a green shirt. Me too."
Her: "Yeah. I like yours."
Me: "Thanks."
Her: "Are those aviators?"
Me: "Yeah."
Her: "Nice."

I know, I know. Real smooth, Enin. "You're wearing a green shirt. Me too." ??? Who the hell says that?

*sees own reflection off CD case*

Oh shut up.

I had to leave because my family had another dinner to go to with some close family friends. We went to our fave little sushi place and I ate alot. 'Nuff said.

So after THAT dinner, we went back to the other party where dinner was only starting. The house was still full of people but the girl and her little sister was gone. Oh well.

Mr. Rhythm Guitarist slept over at my place again that night. We finished watching up to Episode 15 of Beck. then fell asleep at around 6:00 am.

I woke up two hours later in a cold sweat because of a really intense dream I had. I can't remember what it was but I do know that I nearly couldn't breathe when I woke up.

I took a cold shower to get snap out of it then went straight back to bed. I slept until 5:00pm. Meanwhile, Mr. Rhythm Guitarist amused himself with GTA:San Andreas. He then left just before my family and I went out for dinner at the place with the best lobster in town.

You want band drama? You got it!

I received a total of 17 phone calls on Sunday. Two of which were from Mr. Guitarist, the rest from Mr. Bassist. I didn't answer any of them. However, I decided to call Mr. Guitarist back first.

Mr. Guitarist told me that Mr. Bassist is suspecting that he is telling Mr. Bassist's ex about everything Mr. Bassist has done. Here's a bit of back story first.

When Mr. Bassist broke up with his girlfriend, he completely destroyed all ties with her. However, she is friends with Mr. Guitarist. They talk all the time and hang out with each other. Now Mr. Bassist would flip if he knew because A) He's a bit of a moron (I mean if you officially broke it off with the girl, why would you care?) and B) Mr. Guitarist knows alot about him.

If I haven't explained before, I'd like to point out that Mr. Bassist is very egotistical. He always wants attention on him. He is also very unoriginal and desperate. Everything he says is either stolen from somewhere else (be it a joke, word of wisdom, etc.) or a complete lie. For the sake of receiving more attention, he once claimed he was in a motorcycle gang. Coincidentally. This is just after he discovered Great Teacher Onizuka. He thinks very highly of himself and thinks garbage of others (with the exception of the band but mostly myself because he has great trust in me). He craves girls 24/7. He's cocky. He handles relationships as if they were minigames. Little activities to kill time but not part of his major goal. (This is actually quoted from him). I think you get the idea now. A loyal friend but a self-centered dumbshit. Heh. Mr. Guitarist and I were discussing this a few days ago actually. It's a long list, really. Anyway, moving on.

Mr. Bassist once told Mr. Guitarist and I about this incident at the mall. He was basically stalking a girl he found attractive and the minute he got close enough, she ran away from him. Now I see nothing wrong with this but to him, he thought it was the end of everything. "Nobody runs away from me." he says and went on for another 20 minutes. He made such a bid deal out of it.

Anyway, Mr. Guitarist must've slipped it out when chatting with Mr. Bassist's ex. Then for some damn reason, she talked to Mr. Bassist and said serves him right.

Now Mr. Guitarist is afraid Mr. Bassist might take thing a bit far with this situation. He does tend to over react with little things but this is now involving his trust in a fellow band mate and perhaps the rest of the band (Yeah, we all know).

Today (Monday) is Mr. Guitarist's birthday party. We're going to have a jam/BBQ/pool party/video game marathon. There's a slight possibility that Mr. Bassist's stubborn anger will cause him to miss out. There's also a possibility that he'll quit on us (Yes. He can be THAT drastic.)

It all comes down to the middle man. Mr. Drummer.

Mr. Bassist has yet to received a reply from me. What I say to him will decide his and Mr. Guitarist's fate. Do I lie to him and say I know nothing? That he's overreacting and that he should get over it? OR do I tell him the truth? That I (and the rest of the band) discus his lifestyle and morals (or lack thereof) behind his back? I'm leaning towards the first option but it'll only set up a bigger disaster for the future when we will eventually HAVE to reveal the truth. I'll see what happens.

Aside from the soap opera madness, today should be fun. A friend of Mr. Guitarist is coming over to jam with us for a bit. He's a genuine nerd who does nothing but study and play video games. He recently took up the bass guitar and has pretty much mastered it. He learned all this from books. I'm sad to say he's actually far more advanced than our very own Mr. Bassist. He only lacks stage presence and the ability to make up bass lines at random. But boy, can her slap & pop. He once showed up Mr. Bassist. He thought he would need to teach him how to do stuff because he has only 3 months experience. However it was Mr. Bassist who was being taught. And like always, Mr. Bassist's big-headedness got him all pissy that his two years of bass playing was nothing compared to this magical nerd boy.

Now that I come to think of it, this guy’s presence won't make things any easier for Mr. Bassist AND Mr. Guitarist.

This totally isn’t good…

We’ll see what happens then.

Have a great day people.

Cheers.

- enin -
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Rude awakening
So I was happily sleeping away the morning with hope of nobody disturbing my slumber. I heard my cell rumble and ring on my bedside table but I chose to ignore it. I haze into sleep again and the next minute I look up, there's Mr. Bassist, reading a manga while leaning against my bassdrum. Now it took me awhile to realize what the hell was going on. My mom has this habit of letting people in to wake me up now so I didn't wonder at how he got in. Then it dawned on me. I was only in my boxers.

"Dude. I'm not wearing pants."

"I know"

So after 15 minutes of discussing why he felt the need to enter my room and look at my half naked body, we decided to go out and do something with a friend of ours, Ed. We haven't seen him for the longest time so it was a must that we go out and do something.

So we decide to see a movie. Batman Begins! My sister just finished an exam so she came along too. We tried to invite MR. Guitarist to come along but he was working. There's more to this but I'll explain later. We arrived at the theatre and played a bit of DDR while waiting. WE then decided to call up Mr. Vocalist. The dude is broke from spending all his cash on Foodstamps. He's went's from $900 to 87 cents within two months. All because of her. Sheesh. He needed a break from that thing anyway so I paid for his ticket.

Now the movie was incredible. I think those of you who have seen it will agree this is perhaps the best Batman film made. I'm impressed with how the darker more intense tone projected throughout the film. It's definitely good watching.

Christian Bale did well as the latest Caped Crusader. He has a really intense "Batvoice". If you've seen it you know what I mean. Katie Holmes is always Joey to me.... Erm... Not that I ever watched Dawsons Creek. *sweats* Okay. Shut up everybody. Moving on! The Scarecrow//Dr. Crane has very nice eyes and lips. That's all i'm gonna say about that.

So yeah. It was a great movie.

Afterwards, we escorted Mr. Vocalist to his workplace. The Big & Tall store for large men. It was a slow day for him so for kicks we all tried on large clothing. We looked like a bunch of kids playing dress-up. And come to think of it, we were.

Ed left early and Mr. Vocalist had to continue work. So my sister and I drove Mr. Bassist home. On the way, we decided to make a stop at the drugstore Mr. Guitarist works at to rave on about how good Batman was. If we did, he'd get pretty angry because he's the Batman of the group. I don't know how this started but we call him Bruce Wayne every now and then. Anyway, we wandered around the store looking for Mr. Guitarist and water-based hair gel. We found the gel but no guitarist. We finally asked where he was and the (pretty) employee told us he WASN'T working that day. He told us he WAS and that he couldn't see Batman. What's going on here?!

We tried calling his house but nobody picked up. After a bit of chatting with his fellow employees we lefts and dropped off Mr. Bassist at home. My sis and I went out for some noodle and I received a call from Mr. Bassist saying that Mr. Guitarists mom finally picked up the phone and said that he was at work. Now Mr. Bassist didn't say anything but this started to worry us.

Somebody was lying...

I'm sure he has a good explanation. I mean, why would he miss Batman? With Ed? C'mon now...

Oh. Before I forget, best of luck to my Twinster, Evil. She's having a math exam today. I'm wearing pink for ya!

I wish I could somehow get some Green Tea to all of you who want some. Heck, if I could do that, I might as well invite every one of you to a party. Green tea for everyone and music. Lotsa music. Damn, that'd be fun.

And yes. I realize I talked about food alot in my last posy but nourishment kicks ass and it's happens to be the center of all the happening band-wise and such. So why not?

Okay, more pics and whatever are coming up soon.

And yes SomeGuy, you said it. Jason is Billy's bitch.

Before I go, here's a little treat for you all. It's the first of my fun spoofs. I don't own an iPod but I sure would like to in the near future. This is my version:



iDrum - No kidding!

Okay then. I hope you like it. Have an awesome day everyone.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Have a drink..
Hello everyone. It's been awhile since my last real update, hasn't it?

I think it's now a bit obvious that I'm not leaving for a month again. I miss you people.

Now where to begin... Goshness. It's been a month, y'know. Of course you do. Heh.

[Note: It took me way too long to write this. Lousy procrastination. I actually had to cut out alot of parts because they were either not really noteworthy or just completely forgotten. I can't remember EVERYTHING that happened in a month now can I?]

Oh. First off, I just want to (sorta) formally say farewell to alwaysxprecious (I think that's how you spell it) who left MyO all of a sudden with doubts of ever returning. I'm gonna miss ya. I wish you the best with whatever you're going to do from now on. So long, you.

I guess I'll just toss whatever I remember into this update in no particular order. Take off your coat and have a seat. There are refreshment on the table beside you. Let's begin shall we?

Awhile ago, I decided to do a thorough cleaning and organizing of my room. I sat there humming the day away while sorting through some old elementary keepsakes. I then heard the most horrifying buzzing noise in the world. The day before, I had a suspicion that there was a large insect in my room. Fortunately, it was trapped between my window and curtains. I hoped it was a large fly or at least a silly fat bumblebee. Boy was I wrong. My humming went into a sudden halt as I looked up at a LARGE wasp hovering before me, staring me in the eye. In a blind fit of fear, I ran to my parents room where my mom was and screamed like a girl as I ran into her closet. My brave mom went to the wasp. caught it with a plastic bag and annihilated it. However, it still had one last trick up it's.... um... thorax? Anyway. My mom was going to pick it up with a plastic bag but it stung her in the finger. My mom took a sting for me. Hmm. Now that I think about it, it was the week after Mother's Day. I love my mom even more. Who else would get stung for me?

Pixie and I talk every now and then. I do admit that sometimes, I really really miss her. However I believe that things happen for a reason and perhaps this sadness that I feel with her absence is leading up to a great happiness of some sort. But ergh. There were a few time in the past month where I'd just think about her and sigh. What we had was like a firework. Bloody awesome but only for a short period of time. Oh well.

I had heard that she dyed her hair jet black the day before. So no more cute red hair. I haven't seen it yet but when I picture it in my mind, I'm a bit shocked. Mr. Lyricist was the one who told me too. He approached me like she did something horrible and made a big scene out of it. Heh. I'm sure whatever colour her hair is, she'll look beautiful regardless.

I drew her again too. I didn't mean too. It just happened. Maybe getting over her isn't as easy as I want it to be. But in time, it'll fade. Just like our relationship.

Argh. My leg is asleep.

My last real update was around the crazy Mother's Day surprise party. Well, I'm happy to say that we had a crazy party for the fathers too on their day. Lotsa food as usual. We played this game where the children made up some random drink out of pop and juice and stuff (without knowing what for) then the fathers would have to stick three straws together and finish it first. My dad took the prize. Everyone else’s straws were flawed so the drinks would squirt out, while my dad's ingenuity helped him guzzle our mixture of cola and juice down like a champ. Then there was this other game where moms and dads would have to answer 11 of the same questions about their kids. Each couple would have to have the same answer to get the points. It's was too much fun. My aunts and uncles were too funny. It's was a very informative game too. And yet again, my mom and dad won. Then came the letters of appreciation for the fathers. My sisters and I read out ours and to finish it off, I quoted Top Gun (My Dad's favourite film). He finished off the quote. It's was really cool. Before the end of the night, my aunt showed us a DVD slide show of all the fathers in the family with their children with music in the background. It was really sweet.

I brought out my keyboard from the basement recently because I felt like playing a bit of piano. I'm telling you, the time just screeches away when you're making your very own synth-pop. Oh yeah. I can play alot of Coldplay on it too. Goshness, they're popular these days. And I can see why. Or rather, hear why. My sis bought their album "X&Y" and it's fantastic. I can also play "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve. Remember that song? Damn catchy.

Now band-wise, the past month made a big dip in our relationship. Thing were going okay until Mr. Bassist made a comment that hurt me. I was with him and Mr. Guitarist one night and he started poking fun at me. I'm sure had no intention of saying what they said or meaning it but it did hit me hard.

I cut off communication with the band after that. They started to get real worried because we had a live at a bbq coming up and I wasn't there to practice. I was feeling like shit. I was close to quitting the band (and therefore, ending the band altogether). I told them, I wasn't going to drum with them until I was up to their standards. Days went by and they constantly bombarded me with phone calls (which I refused to answer). Then they got me. I was awakened one morning by rock being hurled at my window. I looked outside and there they were. The whole band and Mr. Lyricist too. Mr. Guitarist brought alone his CD player and played Queen. It was quite touching but not enough to simply change my mind.

I invited them to my backyard for dinner in any case. They did the whole "We're sorry. We were just joking. Don't take it seriously" bullshit. They just wanted me to play for the BBQ. I told them I'd cheer up but I never said anything about playing with them again.

After that night, I started another period of silence. I would go for daylong walks around the city and leave me cell phone at home so they'd have to chance of finding me. And it worked until the day of the BBQ. I planned on staying home that day and convinced my father to tell anyone looking for me that I wasn't home. The band visited with their instruments just pleading with my dad to know where I was. He sent them off saying maybe I'll be there.

My dad said that they were pretty desperate to have their drummer play. He told me to meditate on it for awhile and perhaps I'll make a wise decision. I thought to myself, "Ah whatever. I'm not going for sure." but I chose to meditate anyway. In the silence of my room, I did alot of thinking. My dad (that wise mother lover) was right.

I met the boys with my drums at the venue within an hours. And we played.

We were on a building rooftop and as our audience ate their burger and hotdogs, they sat and watched on the field of grass below. We had a short set list. About 7 songs total including Meister, Naruto's Haruka Kanata, Weezer, Modest Mouse, The Vapors, and our original song which is still currently untitled. We didn't perform our original song with vocals because it's not quite ready yet. People seemed to like the instrumental though. They also liked our version of Turning Japanese. Enough to ask us to play it a second time.

Afterwards, we brought our instruments home and went off to celebrate at a Korean BBQ restaurant. The same one where Mr. Bassist, Mr Rhythm Guitarist and I went after the SUPPOSED break-up between Mr. Guitarist and his retarded little guitarist gee eff. Anyway, the food was great and the servers were still quite hot. The one waitress recognized me from the week before and held quite a convo with me even though I've only been there about 3 times. She's really pretty but she's 25 (or older) I think. But the way she walks is mmm. Heh.

Now speaking of Mr. Guitarist and his bitch, I'm happy to report that it's over. She broke it off with him because he really didn't give a shit about her anymore and after week of shrugging her off she finally got the message. It's about time, eh? Annnnnd I'm even happier to report that Mr. Bassist officially broke it off with his poor girl recently too. I'm glad it's over between them because the girl is way too immature for him and he's a prick. Nobody deserves that shit.

So now everybody is fancy-free. Except Mr. Vocalist. He unfortunately is still with that rubbish trailer-park bitch. Dah well. Whatever makes him happy, I guess. Just as long as she doesn't come along to jammages. She's fuckin' clingy enough.

Now last week on Tuesday, the band (minus Mr. Rhythm Guitarist), we had a day long jam. No, I'm not talking about some wussy 7 hours. I'm talking 9:00 in the morning to 9:00 in the evening. For 12 hours, we were in the garage. We obviously had a few breaks here and there and MR. Bassist left at 4pm, but Mr. Guitarist and I went on for a good while. It was like marathon drumming. I was pouring waterfalls of perspiration. It was quoite a workout. I mean, Mr. Guitarist maybe got a bit sore in the arms but he got to sit every now and then. I however was drumming non stop.

That particular jam was pretty memorable. During the session, we both started playing a bit light. The skies were clear and there was a slight breeze. We decided to play harder and louder. As we did, the skies got dark and the wind picked up. Woah... We continued playing and there was a light drizzle of rain. Then we completely unleashed whatever power we had. And a thunderstorm started. And I mean a THUNDERSTORM. Lighting zapped all over the place, thunderclaps boomed every where, the wind was blowin' and rain just poured. We were so amazed we started cackling. Our music summoned a storm!

Mr. Bassist got all pissy that he missed out but serves him right. He can be a dick alot so I guess this is karma giving him a swift kick in the arse. We jammed the next day but not as long as we did the previous one. This time, however, we got 4 hours of footage of us jamming. Two hours of a non stop session and two hours of us doing a few songs and our typical random nonsense.

We also discovered that while we jam in the garage, if someone were to go to the basement washroom and listen to us through the over head vent, it would sound as if were were on a radio or something. For the strangest of reasons, the vent is the perfect filter for our instruments. If we had recording equipment, we'd stick it in the washroom. Heh.

Last Friday, Mr. Bassist, Mr. Guitarist and I went on a little outing. Mr. Bassist had the intentions of finding new girlfriends for each of us but Mr. Guitarist and myself were only looking forward to dinner that night. None of us even talked to girls that day but we did see alot of funny stuff. I don't remember what exactly but I do remember the three of us doubling over in the middle of a mall.

Guess what I bought that day..

....GUESS DAMMIT!

Wrong.

I bought BECK THE ANIME!!

Yes. Beck. All 26 episodes on three discs all in one pretty little DVD package. The minute I purchased it, I saw some dude walk outside the shop who looked like one of the extras in the audience of a Beck episode. The band boys agreed. What a coincidence.

That evening, we ate dinner at an all-you-can-eat Japanese food restaurant. Unfortunately, we arrived at 10:00pm, the place closed at 11:00pm and we couldn't order anything after 10:30. So at the loss of actually sitting down to enjoy the food, we ordered a truckfull of everything. And I mean everything. Sushi, sashimi, rice, teriyaki, fried stuffs, raw stuffs, soups, salads and literally 30 bowls of unagi. I can tell you now that we definitely did not go out for desserts afterwards. We managed to eat everything except one little bowl of beef and rice. The staff didn't charge us because they saw how much we ate. We were close to putting them out of business actually. Hehe.

Just under two weeks ago, I bought the video game called Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. It is way too much fun. I was never a big fan of the rap and hip-hop scene nor being a gangster or homie or whatever, so I'm extra glad that the X Box version has the ability to let you play custom soundtracks. There's nothing like running over pedestrians while listening to The Smashing Pumpkins. I'm actually pretty surprised that a game like this made it out on the market. There is more than enough swearing, and violence beyond what parents would allow their children to see. I mean, I take my character for a bike ride and within 4 minutes, I hear "eff's" here and there. But that aside, it's a neat game. There's alot to do and alot to see which is rare for video games these days.

I did a bit of shopping lately. And to tell you the truth, I am nowhere near satisfied. I want to shop more! My recent buys include a neat jacket, a new pair of jeans, and some tees. At the bottom of this post you'll see one of my fave new shirts and my jacket (sorta).

My evolving sense of style and fashion has been getting me a lot of compliments. It's pretty neat. A friend of mine recently told me that another friend of mine went nuts when she saw me wearing what I wear. She said, "OMG. I think I saw him wearing pink! It looks so good on him!" Yes, I wore pink (again). It actually does look pretty nice. Besides, I need to wear lighter colours these days. Y'know. The sun beaming down on us and all.

Speaking of new fashions, the band boys (excluding Mr Vocalist because he's was too preoccupied with trailer tard that day) and I bought neat little belts. We each have our own colour and each belt has a little mascot near the end. I have a cow-pig on my GREEN belt, Mr. Bassist has a mouse of his PURPLE belt, Mr. Guitarist has a cat on his RED belt and Mr. Rhythm Guitarist has "pucca" on his Yellow belt. We're like Power Rangers! Only there was no Purple Ranger. Unless you count the lovechild Ranger created by Billy and Jason when they did the nasty after Billy got bored of inventions and nerdiness. (Get it? Billy was Blue and Jason was Red? Blue and Red make Purple? Having sex makes babies? Sheesh, you suck.) Anyway, we rock the belt every time we go out. It's a band thing now. Whoo-hoo!

Last night, I went to a dinner party for a close friend of mine. He turned 27 and as a joke, our circle of friends consider that quite old. It is if you think about it. He's pushin' 30 for cryin' out loud. Anyway, as a joke, we bought him a cane, some adult diapers and a 60th birthday card. It was great. As a little side gift, I bought him a dollar store bow and arrow foam dart set thing. Best present ever. I haven't talked to some of these people for awhile so for the whole night, I was filled in with everything. Who's fighting with who, who broke up, who made up, who's going out, who's going nuts and so on and so forth. It's kinda fun being the middle man. When people tell me stuff, I give them this "I something you don't know" look but they're clueless that I've any idea at all. Anyway, it was a fun night. Lots laughs and good times.

Who's up for a Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad Marathon? I know I am. We'll eat unagi, watch all 26 episodes then jam afterwards! Hurray!

That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Anything Beck is never a bad idea.

Have you ever called a good friend of yours and screamed "What the fuck?" just as they answer the phone? Then continue to do so using different cell phones with different voices every time? I have. We do that to Mr. Vocalist because he's a bitch. We call his girlfriend "Foodstamps" for obvious reasons. Sometimes, he refers to her as "Foodstamps" too.

Speaking of food, I want to meet someone who can eat and entire xtra large bowl of Pho with everything in it. If you don't know what Pho is, it's basically rice noodles in beef stock soup with meats and stuff thrown in. It's damn tasty and the perfect fill. However, every time I visit the local Pho shop, I see bowl upon bowl of leftovers. Nobody can finish their broth and in alot of cases, people can't even handle the noodles! Wussies! All of you! Even my bandboys can't handle it! It amazes me. I want to meet someone who can slurp up every last noodle, guzzle down every drop of broth, munch on every piece of tendon and flank and even manage to eat a spring roll or two. You don't know how many times I’ve said, "Are you going to finish that?" in a Pho restaurant. Aiya...

I want to share with you my growing addiction. Yes, I've been hooked before, but I never thought it would amount to this. An average of $42 a week is spent of these and well, I can't help it. People see me with one everywhere I go because I'm so addicted. Some have even said that it has become more of an accessory. Yes. I'm talking about the beautifully bottled Arizona Green Tea.


Okay. This isn't that bad, right? You should see the rest of my room...

But hey. It's Green Tea.

I wonder if any of you do the same thing I do when I'm sitting in a crowded area. Have you ever people-watched. Y'know? Pick people out of a crowd because they're interesting to look at and perhaps try to figure out their story based on appearance and actions and/or make up your own story? For example: That girl must be waiting for a date or friend or something because she's been pacing back and forth for awhile now and her eyes haven't left her watch. [or] The man must be a regular here at the coffee shop because the serverr eyed him in line and immediately started preparing his drink even though there was someone ahead of him. It's quite fun actually.

Do you know how useless and minidisc player is without functioning headphones? Of course you do. It's useless! Well, I have a set of travel speakers but they just don't cut it when you're strolling the neighbourhood in the evening. I bought a new headset and I never realized how loud my minidisc can be. New stuff makes old stuff newer. I never knew that... Okay, maybe I did.

I seriously need to buy new drumheads. Heavy-duty ones. I still drum harder than I thought I could and my tom heads are denting like crazy. Not even tuning them tighter is going to save 'em now. Everybody's got upgrades to their equipment. Mr. Guitarist bought a $700 Ibanez, Mr. Bassist bought a fretless bass, Mr. Rhythm Guitarist It's buying a new amp and Mr. Vocalist.... Well. Who gives a fuck about him? I mean, the dumbass spent over $900 on his bitch for their prom. He bought her a dress she wore only once and it was expensive as hell. She couldn't afford it because she sucks. Anyway. I need drum heads.

And yes. I do realize I've been bashing on Mr. Vocalist alot this post but he's the only one left with a burden-- I mean girlfriend. Not even girlfriend. Girlburden. Yeah, that's more like it.

Death From Above 1979 is fuckin' awesome. Just know that.

And I'm starting to obsess over the Pillows alot more than I thought I would. I've been practicing their drumfills and everything for the past week or so. All I need to do now is convince the band to play their music. I'm sure they will. And if they don't they're fucking morons.

Ooh, I"m also starting to really like the music of Feist. A Canadian girl girl with the voice of a mellow pop angel. I sometimes catch myself singing along to her tunes and well, if you see me sing what a girl is supposed to sing, you'd probably inch away very slowly. But then again, I do alot of stuff like that so when you get to know me (and I think alot of you do sorta) you'll know that it's nothing out of the ordinary.

My dreams of late have been quite nice. Very simple. Like a music video for the symphony or a mellow rock tune. Lots of vivid imagery of nature and the city. I just felt like sharing that too.

I think I may change my welcome banner thinger. Just cause. Oh, I’ll scan my final Pixie drawing too.

I guess that's all from me for the moment. I'll start visiting sites again when I settle this week schedule, okay? Thanks for your patience everyone. I'm back now. Sorry about the ridicurousry late post. It won't happen again... I hope.

Cheers.

- nine -

Fresh up, you...




You didn't just read all of that did you?"

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Monday, June 13, 2005

With that said...
I must say, if I received that many hugs from a bunch of random girls every time I woke up, I'd be a really really happy guy.

Anyhoo, I guess I'll be back in a month then...






...unless you guys want a ridicurousry massive nonsensical update with pictures and junk.

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. I love Arizona Green Tea. So effin' much.
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Thursday, June 9, 2005

*wakes up*
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