Wednesday, April 6, 2005

Before I start crying like a loser, I'm just going to point that I managed to buy the Sabian XS20 rock crash cymbal, a boom stand and the Pearl Bass Drum Pedal that I've been wanting for awhile.

So yeah. I guess you wanna know what's up. Well, I just found out that Pixie has blocked me on MSN (which is the obvious reason why I haven't spoken to her for awhile). My sister has Pixie on her list she apparently was online while on my list, she wasn't.

Now you're probably going to say, why don't you call her? Well, I can't. I don't have her home phone number (and I'm not going to find it in the phonebook because I choose to let her decide whether I can have her home phone or not.) I also tried calling her cell phone and text messaging but I haven't received a reply yet.

After all this crap, I have the sudden urge to sleep forever.

Am I overreacting? Maybe.

I'm starting to feel a bit left out of her life. I think she's purposely trying to avoid me now. I mean, at the live she could've waited for me or at least said hi or something. And I also tried visiting her at school on Monday. But for some reason right out of the blue, she decides to go downtown and buy concert tickets. The minute I arrive too. Now tell me, what's going on?

Even the smallest thing like this tears me apart. So what? I'm a bit sensitive and Pixie happens to be the first girl who gave a damn about me.

It hurts...

I'm not going to be around for awhile. I'm going to figure this out.



- nine -



P.S. If my worse fears about this come true, not even Andrew W.K. can save me then. I'm sorry...
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Monday, April 4, 2005

Rock the fuck on!
Madness. Utter madness.

Our first show ever was fuckin' sweet. This is going to be a looong post so sit tight people. Here we go.

March 31st

Early Morning:
I woke up around 7:00am. I had slept for about 5 hours because you know how it is. The excitement keeps you awake. I was supposed to arrive at the place at 9:00am for a quick rehearsal/sound check. Since I had time to kill, I visited the supermarket to buy a case of water and some energy bars. I wanted to eat a big breakfast but I couldn't really. I thought I could at least choke down a fruity energy bar so I don't die onstage.

9:00ish am:
I met the rest of the band in the auditorium. I set up my drums in about a minute and forty-six seconds because the sound check/rehearsal was about to begin. We went in the order we were supposed to. Our band was second last to perform. This worked out nicely in the end.

When we heard the bands the previous night for rehearsal, the bandboys and I got a bit paranoid. What if they were acting like they sucked to psyche us out? What if they were really good? Whatever it was their plan was working... ...until we saw them at rehearsal the day of. They still sucked and so we had little to worry about.
Other than us, three bands stood out. One band played Iron Maiden. Their guitarist was technically skilled but lacked stage presence. His band was also off tempo with each other. They sounded alright. Another band played "Dead Disco" and "Combat Baby" by Metric. Their instrumentals were alright. They weren't that loud but that was because of the extremely good vocalist. The last band who stood out was obvious the super band I mentioned before. The three people with centuries of music experience.

I had a pretty good conversation with their drummer, my elementary school friend and one of my drumming mentors. He showed me some practices and rhythms to work on. He also kept telling me that he is still very much impressed with my skills as a drummer. He also said if I continue to develop my bass drum skills, I can become as good (if not better) than him. This is only the first of many compliments and praise.

12:00pm:
The guest bands from out of town arrived. So on center stage, there were two professional bands and us. One band (or duo) were to do an acoustic set. They did their sound check and such. The second band from out of town consisted of six members. A big band. They have got talent. I'm fuckin serious. They did a quick rehearsal while the other bands ate lunch. Holy shit. They scared the piss out of us. We were a couple of acts after them. We thought, "Dammit. Why us?" In the end it didn't turn out that bad.

1:00pm:
One hour before show time. People were still dicking around with their instruments. The bandboys and I were pacing back and forth backstage. I brought some travel speaker with me and in a quiet corner of the stage; we listened to a bit of AWK. The first band took their places on the left and right stages. Showtime in ten...

I don't know about the rest of the bandboys, but one of the one thing going through my head was Pixie. I didn't want to see her in the crowd but at the same time I did. I chugged about 4 water bottles before the show started to I ran and took the longest piss of my life.

1:50pm:
People started flowing into the auditorium. Amoungst the faces, I recognized a few friends while peeking through the curtain. No sign of Pixie yet. I decided not to watch her come in so I could concentrate on keeping my sticks in one piece. I did, however, watch the emcees walk front and center to start the show. Shat. Here we go.

2:00pm:
The show started off nicely. The first band started their set. Their vocalist is a friend of ours. They started with "Zombie" The Cranberries. Unfortunately, she didn't hit a few notes and a few assholes started booing. Her faces started turning redder than blood. The rest of the band started to lose tempo and eventually stopped playing because of the damn crowd. Their set was over.

The next bands did alright. They got some good cheers after their sets. I peeked out and saw that though the cheers were loud and excited, more than half the crowd were standing silent. That scared me even more. I didn't dare tell the rest of my bandboys. They had no idea how big the crowd was.

The acoustic guys from out of town were next. They were fuckin' good, man. The harmony in their vocals owned. The band following them did pretty fuckin' good too. I think it was the amazing trio of musical geniuses (including my mentor/drummer friend). The big band from out of town followed them. I cannot even start to explain how much they rockeded. Their guitarist had this one move where they would pause for a second in the song and pretend to cock rifles in the air with their guitars. Holy shit. That was awesome. The band after them was the band doing the Metric covers. The vocalist did really good. Her band... ehh, not so much.

Then we were up.

"Whatever time we played" pm:
The emcee people made up some funny little introduction for us. Since our bands name is "Something Else©", they had something good to work with. It was corny but good.

Mic on.

Amps cranked.

A stick in each hand.

"Let's do this." I whispered to the bandboys.

I counted Mr. Bassist in with my sticks for the Haruka Kanata intro. I was so pumped, I felt like I was going to break my sticks on my cymbals with the first hits. Fortunately, I didn't. The stage lights were blaring but I could faintly see the crowd banging their heads to the song. I'm guessing they automatically liked our sound because it was something different for once. Not just your same-old cover. If you're familiar with the song, you know the quieter part with only the rhythm guitarist playing just before the chorus? During that part, I heard the cheers louder than I ever could imagine. TWICE! (Because there are two quieter parts before both choruses) At the end, I did my drum roll bit (really hard and loud, I must add) and with went out with some mad bashing on my cymbals. The crowd went wild.

Our next song was Meister's "My World Down" from Beck, the anime. It was an easy drumbeat for me so I played around by winking at the people backstage and a few people who could see me in the crowd. Mr. Guitarist's solo was amazing! Ahhh. AS a band, we were worried he would just stand there and pick his strings. He needed movement. During the live. he felt it. He was rockin' out like the madman we know and love. For me, it was more of a break. My arms needed rest for the next song which required non stop arm movement. Again, our song ended with a good bang and the cheers flooded the place.

Last song in our set. Turning Japanese. We wanted to end with a catchy semi-popular tune. It began.

Newr newr newr newr newr newr newr newr newr!

For parts of the song, I was to hits my cymbals one after the other in succession. I did some weird octopus thing where my arms would flails about. People loved it. Some girl in a Chinese dress went wild for this song. Everybody moved to it. The security guards, the band people backstage, the coordinators, even me. Well derrr...

As soon as we finished our song, we collapsed on the floor. I fell off my throne. This was planned by the way. So crowd saw us die and the lights went out. The cheers and screaming roared. Perfect ending, dude.

So in the darkness we walked off stage and were greeted with high fives, handshakes and hugs. Most of which were from people we didn't know. Almost everyone had thought we were playing for years. Even the professional out-of-towner bands thought we've been playing as long as they have. It seems we have performers energy and presence.

I received sooo many compliments. Directly and indirectly.

"Whoa. Mad skills!"

"You were seriously rockin', man."

"Where did your face go? All I saw was your hair!"

"I loved you guys!"

"That was sick..."

"Have you had lessons?"
"No."

"How many years have you been with your band?"
"0.25 years, dude."

Yeah. That was a mostly what I heard. While walking through the crowd to get outside for some fresh air, I overheard alot of "Look! It's the drummer!" and "Drummer guy! What's your name?" "Can I have your sticks?". It was unreal. My bandboys met up with me outside for some air and we high fived each other alot. They too, received alot of praise and compliments. We went back in to see the last band. Well, I don't mean to sound cocky, but it was bad enough they followed us. A few people left actually. It was kinda sad but it was their fault. Their set was so slow. Especially compared to our set.

Thankfully, it wasn't a competition. We would've lost to the guest band. We didn't get to do an encore song either then. However, that didn't stop us. We learned Yokan for a reason. To perform it. So when the show was over and the other band we're packing up their stuff, we were still center stage and we just jammed away. We played "Hit In America", "Hell March", "Yokan" and did a 20 minute random jam just for kicks. A good portion of the audience stayed to watch us and the other bands watched us when they were done packing. It felt real good. I threw 4 of my sticks in the crowd. I didn't really expect anyone to pick them up and keep them. I was going to run out and pick 'em up again.

By the way, Pixie did make it to the show,. I looked for her in the crowd while walking around. I'm sort of nearsighted so I couldn't see her that well. I saw her for a bit but she was walking around (probably looking for me). She left before I had a chance to talk to her. All these people kept holding me back and trying to talk to me. Dammit. I'll see her soon though.

My arms were dead. But I still had to pack up my drums and bring them home. So I did. The bandboys stayed at the auditorium to wait for me to come back. When I did it was party time.

6:00-ish pm:
The bandboys and I went to Mr. Vocalists house to rest a bit before heading out to Korean BBQ. We had some apple juice then we played manhunt in Mr. Vocalist's maze. Yeah. He's has a maze. Well, it's a building on his property with long corridor and three floors. It's the perfect place for laser tag, paintball, a water fight or even a simple game of tag. Man, it was fun just running around hearing footsteps echo.

7:00pm:
We got tired so we head out to Korean BBQ. We ate and drank (Iced Tea) until about 11:30pm talking about how we felt and all the compliments we received and all that stuff. I know it seems a bit big-headed to go on and on about receiving compliments and such but this was out FIRST live. I think we have every right to do so. C'mon. You would too, wouldn't you?

Around 11:00pm Mr. Rhythm Guitarist had to leave for home. The rest of us (Mr. Bassist, Mr. Guitarist, Mr. Vocalist and myself) went out for some late night bubble tea.

We had 2 bubble teas each but we stayed at the shop for over 2 hours. There must've been something in the tea because we laughed our asses off about the stupidest things. I guess it was just the feeling of success...

...and crack.


April 1st

The bandboys and I met again around lunchtime with Mr. Anime Teacher. We had a pizza and continued talking about last night. After that, we decided to head to the music store to check out some new instruments and equipment after seeing the stuff that the other bands had. Both Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Rhythm Guitarist found themselves new guitars that sounded close to perfection, Mr. Vocalist was checking out some microphones and music books, Mr. Bassist became infatuated with a fretless bass and I. Well. I'll just say that I need $600 right now. I want a new bass drum pedal, new drumheads, a boom stand and a crash cymbal. None of us had money that day so we didn't buy anything. Except Mr. Guitarist. He bought some cleaning solutions for his guitar. That's about it.

We still lacked sleep from the night before so we went our separate ways to crash for the night.


April 2nd

Fuck. I was supposed to work and I didn't know. Oh well. Money is money so I arrived late.

I found this amazing (and quite freaky at the same time). The hour the they announced the popes passing, there was rain, snow, sleet, thunder and lightning outside where I was. All at the same time. Earlier on, the weather was doing just fine. Whatever you believe in, you have got to admit, that had to have been more than a coincidence. Rest In Peace John Paul II.


April 3rd

I woke up late just stayed in bed for most of the day. I had no reason to go anywhere. I'm still pretty fuckin' tired.


Today

I'm probably going to try to see Pixie. Otherwise, meet up with MR. Guitarist and see what we've got planned ahead.

Have a sweet Monday.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Thursday, March 31, 2005

1...2...3...4...
Today is the big show. It is currently 12:00 am and I'm going straight to bed after posting.

Yesterday's rehearsal went very well. We saw the other bands that are performing. Okay, I'm not trying to be bigheaded or anything, but they weren't that great. There was at least one major flaw with each band,. Either the vocals sucked ass, the guitars or drums were drowned out, massive feedback, each band member was totally out of sync with the others, etc. Some vocalist was completely off tempo. The people running the show were amazed that they allowed them to perform. Another thing I want to point out is that none of the bands had stage presence. The drummers sat there and the guitarists and bassist simply stood still. If you were to see them from behind, they looked like they weren't playing at all. Luckily for our band, everybody FEELS the music. We rock out like the rock gods themselves.

We were the last to rehearse.

People loved us. The other bands had no choice but to rock with the sound. Our setlist is fairly short. We'll be playing "Haruka Kanata" from Naruto, "My World Down" by Meister from Beck the anime, and lastly "Turning Japanese" by No Use For A Name (Cover of The Vapors).

We heard that this might be a competition. However it may just be a rumour. There might be some sort of prize for the best performers. We personally don't care if we win. However if we are chosen as one of the best three, we'll have to do an encore song. The song we'll do is "Yokan" by Dir En Grey. My band boys and I know this for a fact and I don’t mean to sound arrogant but we sound better than all the other bands anyway. Except one.

There's a band with my friend as the drummer (who has incredible technical skills and lots of experience), his girlfriend on guitar (She's pretty damn good. Enough said) and another dude on bass/guitar (This guy is part of a musical bloodline!). They're our biggest competition. The drummer has been drumming for four years. I've been drumming for close to half a year now. He actually said I was pretty good for my experience and my style is pretty crazy. You don't have any idea how great it felt to be complimented by him.

Our band got compliments from a lot of people and we haven't even started the show. We've only officially been a band for about 3 months now and none of us have had more than a year experience with our instruments. We're even center stage! All the other bands are playing on platforms to the right and left of us. We get to share the center stage with a professional band from out of town. Apparently, we're professional too. Heh. This is so cool.

It's incredible how things are working out for us. Everything is just falling into place. We were offered free time at a recording studio (with professional equipment) by a friend of ours who is doing the audio programming for the show. And you remember my friend who teaches anime? He's going to write us some lyrics for our original songs AND he's designed us a poster that we're going to put up for the show. I'll see if I can get a copy and scan it. Holy wow. As a new band, we're pretty excited with everything that's going on. This is our first official performance in front of people we don't know. We've played for friends and family but that doesn't count.

I'm soooooooooo stoked! And you know what's even better?!

PIXIE IS COMING TO THE SHOW!!!!!!!!

Yes! She's going to be there. I haven't heard her reaction to the drawing. Perhaps after the show, I'll get to talk with her.

So whether we win or not, the band boys and I will be celebrating at Korean BBQ.

So yeah. Wish me luck everyone. Pray my arms muscles are relaxed, my hands healed, my sticks sturdy, my drumheads remain un-broken and my energy infinite.

I'm probably going to be busy and tired today so I won't be able to make it to anyone's site. I apologize in advance people. Have a great day.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Practice makes close to perfect. Too much practice fucks you up.
This is statement was proven yesternight with a side of pain.

The auditorium we're performing at required us to perform a soundcheck. So we set up. The other bands who are performing just left so other than a few people running the show we had the place to ourselves. We did the sound check of the century. I mashed away like there was no tomorrow even though I could easily be heard (with two guitars and a bass blasting at the same time). It was good. We were informed that we'll need an encore song just in case. Since we recently learned Yokan by Dir En Grey, we thought we might as well do that. However, Mr. Vocalist hadn't practiced with us yet and we were still a bit off here and there. So we packed up our stuff and had a jam practice specifically for that one song. We played it over and over..

...and over and over and over. We still haven't gotten it down perfectly so we would've kept playing if it weren't for our fatigue and injuries. Both guitarists got headaches and were drained of energy and Mr. Bassist has two very shiny callouses on his fingers. And me? I have about six blisters on my hands. I was gripping the sticks too tightly and I play hard. Bad combination. It looked so gross. They were different colours too because blood seeped into some while others stayed clear. Let's put it this way. One was grape, another cherry, another dark cherry, one strawberry, another was lemon and the last one was pink bubblegum. Yeah. Really gross. I hope they heal before the live. Argh! I also got a few cuts on my fingers from splinters while playing. I never stop in the middle of a song but I knew something was wrong. My middle finger on one handand my ring finger on the other were in great pain and little droplets of blood started splashing on my snare drum. I thought it was pretty wicked actually. Stung like a bitch but wicked nonetheless.

I'm hoping to get some decent rest too and perhaps work on stretches and warm ups before the show. Just in case my arm muscles tighten (which is a really bad thing for a drummer).

Andrew W.K. is seriously getting me pumped for the show. I still have those worries though. But they're nothing really. Ack! I can't wait!

Today we're having a rehearsal. We're going to run throught the whole show and time it and whatnot. I hope our madness scares the piss out of the other bands. MWAH HA HA!!!

*ahem*

Yeah. That's it. I'm seriously in pain right now and completely drained.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Brilliance. F-ckin' Brilliance.
Last night I had a second to last jammage practice with the bandboys before our show on Thursday. We're probably going to have one today (Tuesday). Actually, we damn well better. We learned Yokan by Dir En Grey last night but Mr. Vocalist wasn't there to sing. We'll try it tonight.

When I was naming my role models yesterday, I mentioned someone named Andrew W.K. If you don't know who he is, he's the blue jeans and white t-shirt wearing long-haired inspirational party-dude who sang wicked awesome tunes like "She Is Beautiful" "Party Hard" and "We Want Fun" (from Jackass: The Movie's Official Soundtrack). Here's a link to his website:

ANDREW W.K.

If you scroll down from the main photo, you'll see an incredibly looooong journal/blog of what Andrew has to say. His words are all over the place but if you read a paragraph or two, you'll know what I mean when I say he's inspirational. He's SO positive. He loves life. He's living it. He chooses to make the best of every aspect of it. Especially enjoying it with partying. Because of his inspiration, I decided to write him a letter and thank him for the awesome words of wisdom. And I totally did not expect return mail. But look what he sent back:





Can you freakin' believe that? First of all, he sent a signed photo. I mean, that was more than enough for me. But then he scribbles these crazy-positive words of inspiration! And he didn't finish there! He sent a postcard and signed it too! And on the opposite side, he wrote even more words of inspiration! He didn't even stop there! He sent a fluorescent yellow sheet with random images (including a smiling baby) and even MORE words of inspiration. He challenges people to never let down and have a kick-ass time doing it. As a drummer, an artist, a Pixie's boy, a son, a brother, a friend and everything else I am, these words motivate me in ways I never thought words ever could. He is so cool. I strive to have a positive attitude like he does. You know all those times I've been down and out or incredibly pissed? I visit his website or read over what he sent me. It picks me up and I'm ready for another day. His music (especially his whole first album) is nothing but catchy, adrenaline pumpin', motivating rock tunes. Not to mention the ultra head banging goodness. I'll sacrifice my neck muscles for his music anytime.

"THE ROYAL LEGION OF PARTIERS AND LIFE LOVERS". Honestly, you couldn't be a part of a better group of people.

Whooooooooo!!! I'm so psyched right now! It's friggin' 4:28 in the morning but whatever! I can't wait for the show. I'm going to give all that I've got and more. Which reminds me, I had better buy some more sticks.

I've sent Pixie a print of her drawing with a little note. I think it's a neat little way of saying "I miss you". And I do. Very very much. Methinks she will be coming to the show. I can picture myself pointing her out with my drumstick and winking at her or something corny like that. Heh. It's a cute thought but we'll leave it at that. A thought.

Speaking of which, my bandboys and I have been having weird thoughts about the show coming up. We'd imagine the worst like nobody clapping after a set or the best like a small time indie label wanting to sign us (even though we're only covering other artists for now). Gah. Our minds went mad. But we know they're at least working properly. Whatever happens, we're going out for some Korean BBQ afterwards. Now THAT I'm looking forward to. Yum...

When it's time to party, we will PARTY HARD!!!

Have a fun, rockin' day.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Monday, March 28, 2005

A celebration!
I'm pleased to tell you that the demon cousin of mine has been banished from my house. Let's hope that stupid shit doesn't appear again. (For those of you who are wondering why I hate this retard, long story short: Her stupidity ruined my trip to Japan. Stupid fucking kid. I HATE HER!!!)

*ahem*

So yes. She's gone and I'm happy again. While she stayed here, I spent most of my time in my room reading or drawing or something. I can't fucking stand her presence. She's one of those retarded hip-hop, rap and all that crap kinda girls. I hate 'em. Since nobody in the family listens to that garbage, she's been making these sorry attempts at liking rock. Do you want to know what she asked me? I swear, I was going to bludgeon her to death with a drumstick or a chopping board or something. She asked, "What's that one song by Sum 182 called?" Can you fucking believe that!? She's gone and that's all that matters.

And now it's time to answer your questions!

luicifers wife asks:

1) Which one of your personalities comes out more? Enin or Nine?

I'd have to say Enin. He's the original nutcase who started all this. Nine is simply the somewhat more reserved one. That didbn't make sense, eh? I thought not.

2) What's your band's name?

Our band's name is "Something Else©". Clever, hmm? Are you sick and tired of hearing the same old garbage? Would you like to listen to "Something Else©"? YEAH! It works on so many levels.

3) What do you dream about the most?

This is hard actually. Well for starters, I have dreams about Pixie. And no, I'm not just saying this and these aren't daydreams. I actually have night dreams about spending time with her and all that stuff. I also have weird dreams about my bandboys and I. Like conquering the world, one stage at a time. And then there's always those really weird and twisted ones about random stuff throughout the day. I love 'em!


NamesAreHard asks:

Who is your main role model?

I don't have ONE main role model in general but I have several role models for different parts of my life.

Drumming-wise: Louis Bellson (the first guy to use double bass drums) Buddy Rich (A drumming legend) Travis Barker (A drumming prince with the stamina of a god) Joey Jordison (Visually stunning and incredible metal drummer with jazz influences) Jeremy Taggart (Our Lady PEace's Drummer. 'Nuff said.) Tre Cool (Style, attitude and stage presence combined with simplistic catchy chops)

With art (visual and music): Tim Burton & Pablo Picasso (When creating something, be it a drawing, music piece or whatever, it has to stand out. I choose the two individuals because their works are so unique, they are referenced. As in, "You know what that remind me of? ______" or "That looks like it's done by _____" You know for damn sure that your work stands out if other work is compared to yours. Fill in that blank and you're set.

Towards Life: Winnie-The-Pooh (Read The Tao of Pooh and you'll know what I mean.) Andrew W.K. (I'll explain this later.)

Hmm. That's all I can think of right now. Those covers the main aspects of role modelling. Drums, art and life. Heh.


Sw33tZ asks:

1) If you had boobs, what size would they be?

I sought wisdom with this subject and found that with my height and and figure, I'd be a mid B range. It think it makes sense because anything too big would really mess up my back. Besides, I'm asian.

2) How long do you plan on growing your hair?

The length I have it at now is where I plan to keep it. I haven't had a real haircut for over 2 1/2 years now. I only had a slight trim last December. As far as I know, I'm never ever going back to a shave cut or crew cut. Because first of all, almost everyone has the same style. Secondly, it looks cooler and is more fun to draw. Heh. Long hair is me and that's it.

3) Are you my mommy?

Does this question have anything to do with the first two? If you want me to adopt you, I will. Heh. Right now, I'm not your mommy. I wouldn't mind the sleepover thing. We could talk about stuff and eat junk food. I'd like to keep my pajama's on, thank you. Grrrrowl...

That's all you asked me. Feel free to ask me anything anytime, alright?

I'm hoping to get one last practice with the bandboys today(Monday) before our live on Thursday....



...and by the looks of it, alot more sticks...

Augh! Still haven't seen Pixie! I did manage to talk with her for a bit last Wednesday. Unfortunately, I was in crazy-British mode and I think I scared her off (Oops). Tomorrow (Tuesday), I'm probably not going to have much time to visit Pixie at school because of lugging around my drums for soundchecks and whatnot, but I will write her a nice little "I really miss you" letter and include the drawing I did a week ago. I hope she can make it to the show.

Happy Easter by the way. Have a great day people.

Cheers.

- nine -
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Friday, March 25, 2005

Sorry everyone. I can't post today. Guess who's in my house again for the goddamn weekend? The trip ruining, anti rock, piece of shit demon cousin of mine.

Someone will probably die this weekend, I can promise you that...

I'll be back soon with the answers to your questions, okay?

Fuck....

Cheers.

- nine -
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Thursday, March 24, 2005

That wasn't green tea...

Okay. I've completely lost it. Again...

I should probably explain what the hell was up with me yesterday. The thing is: I can't. I've no clue why I did that. I think it's best that we just leave it as is, alright? Alright..

I didn't get a chance to see Pixie yesterday. I did, however, get to chat with her for a few minutes over MSN. Unfortunately, I was still in crazy English mode and I started talking nonsense and whatnot. She signed off a couple minutes after. I doubt my crazy English mode was to blame but I still feel it scared her just a bit. I had better make up for that, eh? Poor girl. She must think I've gone mad. Well, even more so than usual, of course.

So other than that, cleaning my house, eating some dumplings, drinking tea, and headbanging to music blasting in an empty house, I didn't do much else today.

You know what? Ask me 3 questions. ANY three questions. I'm in the mood to share. I assume some of you out there want to know what the hell goes on the space where my mind used to be. I'll put up the answers in tomorrows post.

Cheers.

- nine -

P.S. I changed my avi. Looks a bit more fitting, doesn't it?
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Oi! You finkin' of finishin' that?
Ello ello, luvs. Quite the evening, innit?

Glad you find the lil snaps of me drumsticks and me 'air as nicely as you do. One of lasses said I was 'andsome. I'm flattered but I'd 'ave to disagree. Can't be all willy nilly 'bout nofin' you don't right know yet, eh?

Woke up 'alf past tea time n' went for a lil stroll 'round the neighbour'ood. Met one of me mates in the ol' corner shop. "Fancy a fizzy drink n' crisps?" he says. "I've givin' up the soda" I told 'im, "I do fancy a bag of chocky hob knobs if you got any."

We stood 'round enjoyin' the day while he told me 'bout 'is luv 'n how she made 'im som tea innis bloody moto'elmet with ice cold water n' yesterday's teabag. Dowdy ol' drat she is but who could blame the lil molly coddle? Somtimes the bloke would make 'er nearly catch a death with 'is buggery. Slippery like an owl, that one is.

I was supposed to giv the ol' bloomin' flat a good tidyin' but I just felt like fannyin' 'bout. Can't 'ave a knees-up wivout a joanna. Wasn't in me splendid cleanin' mood in any case. The state of me kitchen isn't what I'd like to imagin'. The revoltin' state makes it seems like the buggers at 'ome were aimin' for the floor.
Thought to meself, "What in the devil's suitcase are these noogage filters finkin'?" Right lil scumbags, they are.

Findin' it quite difficult to find me right saucy biscuit in this ol' fruit flavoured wad in a tub of cottage cheese. Like a fat cat spinnin' away at a web with 'is slimy tentacles. Before I know it, I could be salutin' a very differ'nt kettle of fish. Sometimes cert'nly I can tell what's not a good rogering or bit of rumpy. Don't giv an Aylsebury duck, eh? Never thought you'd throw out a bloody 'ell.

Can't wait another ruddy minute to see me luv, Pixters. Right after tidyin' today, I should 'ope to be on me way to giv the lil sweetie a visit. If I don't, might wallace on me rug or somfin'.

Well I 'ope to 'ave a nice bowler wiv som of me bandmates soon. Got ourselves a slammin' gig comin' next week. Practice, 'e says. Just what I was finkin'.

I raise me rosy at ye, right. 'Av a luvly day.

Cheers.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I didn't lie! I said something so I don't have to do something.
I was supposed to go to work yesterday (Tuesday) but my bandboys invted me to jammage so I bailed work for the day. I called in and said some bullshit along the lines of, "Ahh! I'm sorry for the late notice but I can't work today. I have a dental appointment that I completely forgot about and if I cancel, I'll have to pay a fee. Can you find someone to fill in for me? Thanks. Byebye." And they bought it.

Damn I'm good.

So I drove over the Mr. Guitarists house and jammed like there was no tomorrow. We really did a number on our instruments. I broke sticks, Mr. Guitarist broke a couple of strings and Mr. Vocalist kicked over a lamp. Man, it was INTENSE! I've got four blisters on my hand and some missing flesh on my finger from thrashing my ride cymbal with a piece of skin between the stick and metal. I'm obviously tired as hell. My arms are dying.

As requested by alwaysxprecious, here's a pic of my hair:



Okay. I normally don't cover up my face like that but you asked for my hair so there it is. That's the miserable me.

Well, it's 3:38am and I'm supposed to be asleep but I just ate 3 cups of rice and some teriyaki beef. I'd rather not lie down yet because I might die.

So instead, I took some pics of my lightup sticks (as requested by SomeGuy) and my first pair ever.


These are my lightup sticks. The glow red and they look pretty neat set still like that but they look crazy-wicked when I'm banging away at my snare.


This is my first pair of sticks ever. They're a mismatched pair becuase the guy at the music shop just grabbed them. They served me well during that first month (and they're still in one piece!). One day, while bored at work, I took black and green Sharpie permanent markers and created a neat little design on each. I'm never going to use these again because:
1) I fear I might break them
2) The ink at the tips will stain my drum heads.

That's all for today. You have a great one, now.

Cheers.

The sarcastic eccentric dreaming rocker,

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