Thursday, February 3, 2005

Dude. What's with the bedsheet?
It's a Thursday. Hoorah.

I'm feeling somewhere between "insane" and "mellow" at the moment. I'm not the energetic nutcase I usually am but I'm not exactly splashing in a puddle of misery. That's a good thing right? Right.

Yes. I'm still a bit disappointed about the whole first date being cancelled thing but what can ya do? Pixie isn't feeling like herself this week anyway so it's best that I leave her be for the time being.

So yesterday I went cheer shopping. You know when you're feelin like dirt so you spend money with hopes that you'll buy happiness? Yeah. I did that. I went to the music store and bought myself a new hi-hat stand, 6 more pairs of drumsticks and February's issue of Modern Drummer magazine (always a righteous read when resting my arms). It's about time I got a new hi-hit stand. My new ones pedal moves oh so nicely. So smooth. So because of this I'm feelin' alright now.

Being all mid-moody, I felt it was the perfect opportunity to wear a bed sheet over my head and sing "Video Killed The Radio Star" at the top of my lungs. It felt good, I tell ya.

Acting like Being a complete lunatic really cheers you up.

You know what would be crazy awesome? A name tag that says Dr. Ummer. You know, DRUMMER? I'm a drummer and it says Dr. Ummer and... OK, enough about that.

Now before I waste some more space with nonsense, I just wanna thank all those people who I've talked to over the phone or in person or chatted with online for being such wonderful distractions from life's crap. You all are ridiculously insane and I love you for it. Thanks.

Cheers.

- nine -
Comments (5) | Permalink

Wednesday, February 2, 2005

A walk along rock bottom
With last week in the past, I thought things should get better from here. Well, It's staying just about the same at the moment.

I was just about to write a cheery post about how tomorrow is going to be my first date. Guess what.

CANCELLED

Well, I shouldn't be complaining. It's nobody's fault here. Her father just had heart surgery and she's going to accompany him throughout the week. So I guess I should say postponed.

But still. Why me? Haven't I been through enough? Argh.

Normally, I'd swear and bitch like I've completely lost it (not that I haven't), but I've been working on de-pissing off myself. Tea and meditation in my room has really helped. I'm too mellow to be pissed anymore. I'm still disappointed but it's just not as bad. My knuckles are healing and my leg burn is doing alright now.

I will also be jamming again on friday with the band boys. Musical therapy is one of the best kinds in my opinion.

I'm so sorry for being inconsistant with site visitations and such. I promise to you that next week, I'll make my usual round trips to your happy little spots here in MyO. Just give me a bit more time to get back to normal. Sorry once again.

Smile for me everyone. Cheers.

- nine -
Comments (6) | Permalink

Sunday, January 30, 2005

I want to be dead
It's been awhile since I've ranted about ANYTHING. But after a break like I've just had,I need to explain it just a bit.

Monday January 24th

I heard on the radio that the 24th was the most depressing day in the year. At first I thought, "Haha. Miserable fucks. Nothing is going to bring me down."

I've never been so fucking wrong in my life.

First I had thought Pixie was mad at me (She really wasn't so that cheered me up. However, it didn't cheer me up enough.)

Throughout the week, shit just happened. Shit on top of shit on top of shit. I was considering posting a fully detailed bitch report but on MS Word, it equalled 7 pages and 23 paragraphs. I trimmed it ALOT and turned it into a point form summary (in no particular order). Here we go:

- Ran out of tea

- Bought tea and dropped it in muddy fucking slush on the way home. Went down to pick it up and slipped, smacking my face into the muddy slush. Humiliation number 1.

- Had to walk home with slushy face and coat to get more money to buy more fucking tea.

- While searching for some cash in my room, I discovered my hi-hat stand had a broken piece.

- While temporarily fixing it, the duct tape did not fucking cooperate and got stuck to my hair.

- After cursing like fucking madman, I fixed the hi-hat stand and went out again to buy some tea.

- Was informed by my father that the "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN' FUCK" shirt that I bought in New York was thrown away by my mom. It's not the easiest shirt to fucking find, goddamnit.

- While searching for cash, I stubbed my toe. Being the violent asshole that I am, I started thrashing about in my room, knocking over and destroying my Nazgul sculptures which I took days to make.

- Pissed off about the destruction of my sculpture, I punched a hole in my wall, shredding wounds into my knuckles and spilling blood on my carpet.

- Printer broke so I had to steal one from my friend. He think I owe him. Fuck him.

- Finally managed to get money and buy tea. Brought it home and made some. While carrying it to the table, I spilled some on my leg and now have minor burns which piss the fuck outta me.



- Even with a damaged fist and a burn on my leg, I drummed for a bit to mellow out. Broke another 3 drumsticks and got splintered from the shrapnel.

- In my fits of rage, I popped blood vessels and for a day my right eye was blood red.

- Also lost my voice for a period of time.

- Lost alot of sleep.

- While sleeping, lost blood as well because of opened scabs on my fist.

- Tried walking off my anger. Didn't work because my fucking boots have no fucking grip. Slipped and fell. Constantly. Humilation number three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twleve....


Fuck. I could go on forever because there's a whole list of the little things that pissed me off. But I guess it's time to end it with the mother of all fucked up things to happen to me. This ones a real bullet to the forehead. BIG FUCKING FINALE!!!

I was told by my dad that my cousin is seriously troubled and in trouble right now and getting herself into alot of shit meaning this is some kinda big fucking family issue. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo right? What does this have to do with me? This...

MY TRIP TO JAPAN IS CANCELLED!!!!!!!

Yeah. I can't go because of my stupid cousin. Fuck. Honestly I don't know what to say anymore. The one fucking trip I've been looking forward to for the longest time can't fucking happen. My escape will not be. Just typing this out makes me wanna break down. What the fuck is wrong here!?

I can't say anything anymore. Screw this.


- enin -
Comments (10) | Permalink

Back from the dead
I'm posting first because Enin has more than enough to say.

Earlier this week, I had thought Pixie was mad at me because she didn't talk to me that day. She was in fact having a miserable day and didn't want the misery to spread to me. You will see that it didn't matter anyway because I wasn't having the greatest time either.

Pixie is now officially addicted to Arizona Green Tea. I brought her a few bottles one day and she couldn't get enough. I thought it was cute when she had to use a bubble tea straw because she sips and it's a bit difficult to sip with such a large bottle opening. She spilled green tea all over her sweater so I let her borrow-- err, keep my red collar shirt for the day. Oh sweet. She has my shirt.

Now for some really really awesome news. I'll give you a hint.

"In the car, I just can't wait
To pick you up on our..."

All together now.

VERY FIRST DATE!!!

Yeah. Finally. Now I can tell my friends to screw off when they constantly ask me ask her out sometime. I swear, it was the slowest asking out ever. We were on the phone at about 2:00 in the morning. We were 90% asleep but still talking because, well, we don't wanna hang up. She asked when I was going to see her again (because my semester of assisting the art teacher at high school is now over). I told her when her exams are over. Since we're always hungry, I thought it would be nice to meet for dinner. She then told me she's never had Japanese food in a restaurant because her family's friends are Japanese and they always brought home made food over. I took the hint and said, we shall have Japanese food for dinner then. This took about 2 hours to decide because we were both ridiculously sleepy annnd she were too shy to be straight forward. It took me about 30 minutes to realize I just planned my very first date.

Thursday Evening.
Japanese Restaurant.
Wear something green.

Yeah. It's her favourite color.

*giggle* I'm so excited!! I'm going on a date! With PIXIE! For JAPANESE FOOD! WITH PIXIIIIE!!!

Highlight of the century. I so can't wait. I'm going to buy a new shirt to wear. Yes. Grand idea.


Went for another jammy jam with the band boys. Easily learned Nirvana's Lithium just for the fact that we haven't played anything mellow recently. I honestly cannot get sick of that song. We played it about 12 times that night. We're also kickin' ass with The Pillows. We can Crazy Sunshine, Little Busters, Ride on Shooting Star and One Life pretty decently. Damn, we learned alot that night.

Guess what else we learned. Never ever duct tape your cousin to a pillar, have you and your friends dance around him while blastin' Van Halen, hit him with drumsticks, then kick a plastic stool to his face and make his tooth bleed, and catch it all on digital film. Never.

I never meant to kick the stool to his face, just a slight bump to his chest or something. Thankfully, he's not telling his or my parents because I'm treating him to Korean BBQ soon. I really had no good reason to do any of it. It was kinda funny though. In a seriously sick and twisted way. Man, I'm going straight to hell.

I've finished 4 flowers for the bouquet I'm making for Pixie. I've about 20 to go. Whoo-hoo! Perfect for Valentines Day! *gasp* This is going to be my first Valentines Day with someone. I gotta plan! But first, origami flowers.

[EDIT: I'm watching the live Tsunami Benefit Concert in Vancouver right now. SG, you lucky bastard. Raine Maida rocked. Sum 41 rocked. Barenaked Ladies are currently rockin'. I love Canada so freakin' much.]

Well, that's pretty much it. Cheers.

- nine -
Comments (4) | Permalink

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Resurrection
I will return in three days.

- enin -
Comments (4) | Permalink

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Sing For Freedom
It's 3:48 in the morning here. I just got off the phone with Pixie. We've been talking for about 4 hours now. We were talking about dreams that we have of each other and a bunch of other randomness. I dreamed she threw a snowball at me and she dreamed she fell asleep in my arms as I hugged her. Two very possible dreams that can come true in the near future. Heh. By 2:00 am we started to become very kooky with our conversation. Just blurting out stuff from out of the blue. We also started singing to each other but it wasn't very consistant because we were laughing. *sigh* She's so cute. She was so sleepy but she didn't want to hang up. I didn't want to hang up either. I told her I had to wake up early so she would hang up because she doesn't get enough sleep. It worked so she should now be dreaming away all snuggly in her bed. Silly Pixie.

I wanna make a quick apology to Red, Evil and Beck. I was supposed to be chatting with them while on the phone with Pixie but it wasn't that easy. I'm sure you understand. (Call me ENIN by the way, not the other name. That's only for Pixie to call me)

I still haven't continued my flower bouquet for her. I seriously gotta get going with that. I will eventually.

Friday night I had another good ol' jam session with the band boys. I was supposed to meet Mr. Guitarist's teacher but he was doing a gig that night. We jammed anyway. I also brought a guest guitar-player who is my cousin. We initiated him for shits & giggles. During one of our breaks, we duct taped his legs and hands and forced him to sing Kareoke Revolution 2. "Sing for your freedom!" we shouted. The rule was he was to get gold or higher on Hard difficulty or we were going to duct tape him more and leave him there. The bugger got Platinum with "I Will Survive". We released his feet. Only so that he would play DDR so that he can free his hands. And once again, the bugger passed the test.

We're progressing quite nicely with playing "Hit in the USA" by Beat Crusaders. It's a real tedious job for Mr. Bassist to figure out the bass tabs for it. We'll perfect the song eventually. It's sounding pretty wicked with drums and guitar so far.

We're also doing very well with The Incredible Singing Robot song, Haruka Kanata from Naruto and a few songs from The Pillows and Orange Range. We sound so much better with two guitars. My cousin isn't necessarily in the band. He's just a vistor with disposable talent. For the first hour we played, Mr. Guitarist and the guest weren't tuned properly so we sounded like garbage. I pointed this out and threw cans at them. It's common sense, man!

My arms hurt so freakin' much. I had to lug my drums from my room downstairs, downstairs to my van, my van to my friends first floor, first floor to the basement. THEN, I had to do the reverse when we finished. Argh! I think my arms are dying. Oh, that's not all. I also had to lug this thousand pound box of clay from the art store to my house as an added bonus. I assaulted my friend for saying "You should buy a wagon." What good is a wagon under 3 feet of snow!?

Speaking of which, it's snowing like crazy here. I look outside and it looks like we're knee-deep (or worse) in snow. It's so beautiful though. Damnit, I have to go out tomorrow. I swear, if anyone makes me shovel in my condition, they're getting drumsticks to the shin too. I don't care if they're my parents. (Wait, maybe I do.) Argh my arms hurt!

I'm in need of new drumsticks and a good meal. I damaged a few more sticks on friday and haven't eaten much since. My friend's mom complained that we're always over and she doesn't want to spend money feeding us all the time. I usually bring food but this time I didn't have the chance to buy any. So we starved that night. I could go on bitching about stuff but...

...I'm gonna crash now. Cheers.

- nine -
Comments (5) | Permalink

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Just a minute.
Nothing big today. I just woke up from a 16 hour sleep and I'm going back in a sec.

I'll have something to say tomorrow.

Meanwhile, here's a beautiful picture of Kurt Cobain's Guitar. I took the picture while in New York last December in the Hard Rock Cafe. This one's for you deathsdream.

Kurt's Guitar

OK, I'm gonna visit a few site now before I crash again. Ugh. I'm even too tired for tea.

Cheers.

- nine -
Comments (2) | Permalink

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Ugh, I'm glad I don't eat that garbage.
Pixie and I had our regular chat today over lunch. Well, not exactly lunch. Just a couple of bottles of Arizona Green Tea. I can't really eat when around her anyway. I just become mesmerized in her presence. I'm that crazy for her.

Sw33tZ brought up a good question about how we are going to pay for our cell phone bills. I don't really have an answer but if my parent saw how much I've spents talking to her, they'd assault me with swords. I'm serious, they know their shit with blades and we've got more than enough of them in the house. But hey, it's soooo worth getting cut up by mom & dad to speak to Pixie for just a bit more during the day.


I Just finished watching Super Size Me. You know the film where the guy eats nothing but McDonalds for 30 days straight? Yeah. I haven't eaten McDonalds for about 4 years now and well, that movie just verified why I haven't gone back. I was so grossed out. I can't explain it here but I do recommend watching it if you haven't seen it already and if you are in need of motivation for a healthy diet and excercise. I'm gonna work out twice as much now but I'm not going to change much about my diet. Of course I'll eat something a bit on the unhealthy side but I always balance it out with something good and wholesome.

I'm starting to think my friend, Mr. Guitarist, is in love with his guitar teacher. He can't stop talking about the guy. "Oh he taught me this yesterday." "He helped me improve that song." "He's so awesome with riffs." Ugh, every time I bring up music, he'll have something to say about this fanastical teacher of his...

..SHUT UP! I know what you're giggling about. You think I'm jealous. Maybe I am. Mr. Bassist is jealous too. Yes, I know I'm riding a homo-emotional train, but hey, we're close friends. It's only natural.

Speaking of homoness, Mr. Bassist and I were discussing why it's alright for only girls to hold hands as friends and not guys. Another friend of ours dared us to try it out. We defied these unwritten laws by holding hands for a couple of minutes. It was weird as hell. His hands were warm. It wasn't that bad. Our other friends thought differently. After some words of mockery and a few snowballs, we explained it was just a joke/experiment. We then had a good laugh and proceeded to wash our hands and amuse ourselves in heterosexual ways for the rest of the day. For example, performing the art of ownage to our bastard friends who threw snowballs at us with drumsticks.

I can tell you're giving me weird looks after finding out I held hands with my friend for a bit. I don't believe it either. It takes a real man to make himself the test subject of such experiments, right? Trust me, that's not the worse thing that could happen anyway. Imagine getting hickeys. *shudder*

I off to beddie. Cheers then.


- nine -
Comments (5) | Permalink

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

I Was Made To Hit In Canada!
Ello. I'm back after a little break. Sorry I haven't been able to visit and such. I've been a bit busy with stuff. What kinda stuff you ask? I shall tell you.

First off, it's Pixie time. Remember how I said I didn’t see her on Friday? The next day (Saturday) I spoke to her over MSN and admitted that I was scared and paranoid about just imagining that I talked to her and such. Just as I did, she admitted the same. She enjoyed our talks so much, she said she'd freak out if they were only a dream.

We've been spending time with each other alot. Just chatting away about stuff and how it does stuff to other stuff. We even went for a walk while in lightly snowed. I enjoy every minute of it. Especially when we're not even saying anything. Just knowing that I'm there beside her makes me feel good. I love this feeling.

She's gave me her cell phone number too, just in case we get paranoid about dreaming again (Grrr, lousy vivid imagination). I was only expecting to give short calls about what she's doing and such. But for the past three nights, we've talked on the phone for hours and hours. I so wasn't expecting this. We'd just lie in our beds, chit-chatting away into the early hours of the morning. I even ran out of battery on my cell. Whoa, man. Whoa.

We bother are constantly asked who the other one is and we both are hesitant to answer. Is she a friend? Perhaps more? I don't know yet. What do you guys think?


It's been too long since my last jam session with the band boys. We had one on Sunday. I must tell you it is a great feeling. Mr. Guitarist is becoming more bleedin' awesome by the minute because he has a friend (who is also in a band with an upcoming record deal possibility) who teaches him for free. Mr. Bassist has improved greatly and is becoming less lazy so he can play for longer periods of time. Mr. Vocalist tests himself with Karaoke Revolution 2 and has achieved platinum on every song. That's right. Every song.

For a good 8 hours straight, we did nothing but jam away playing music from bands such as Nirvana, Green Day, and Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Haruka Kanata from Naruto). We are currently working on playing our own version of "The Incredible Singing Robot" and are in the process of learning "Hit in the USA", the opening theme from Beck. It's a damn good tune and we'd be stupid not to play it.

During the 8 hour jam, I broke 3 drumsticks and the glass from a picture frame. One stick went astray. Enough said. When we decided to stop, our muscles felt so stringy, we couldn't even eat properly. When it's jam time, we REALLY get into it.

You guys know Red Alert? Remember Hell March? That wicked-ass adrenaline pumping tune you'd blast while conquering the world? We learned it in second. However, we didn't have a clue when to stop. So we played that piece for one whole hour without any breaks. Guess who has blisters again.

I eat way too much rice. I realized this after preparing myself a late unagi dinner. Since I'm used to cooking rice for the whole family, I made four cups by default. Without knowing, I finished it all. I didn't even feel full. Is that a bad thing? I'm still thin and not gaining at all. Oh well. I'll still eat, I'm just going to be conscious about it.

Before I go, here's a quick mash up of Nirvana and Michael Jackson. I thought it was the coolest thing I've heard this week (aside from our Hell March Marathon). Enjoy!

Nirvana & Michael Jackson - Billie Spirit

That's it for now. I'm starving so I'll catch ya later. Cheers then.


- nine -
Comments (4) | Permalink

Saturday, January 15, 2005

AHHHHH!!!
AHHH!!!! NO!! I DIDN'T SEE PIXIE YESTERDAY!! AAHHHH!!!! I HOPE I DIDN'T WAKE UP!!!!! WHERE DID SHE GO?!?!? AHHH!!!

*ahem*

I'm kidding. I wouldn't panic like that. But it's true I didn't see her yesterday. Not even a glimpse of her pretty green jacket. Probably because we both were busy. I'm sure I'll see her this weekend.

Wouldn't it really suck if it were true? The dreaming bit, I mean. Imagine I actually did wake up, and the past week was all in my imagination. The chats online, the long talks under a sunny sky, the note, and pretty much her existance in my life. I'd lose my mind completely. One day I have an actual conversation with her in person and the next she disappears. That scares me. That scares me alot.

Any Chrono Trigger Fans out there? If so, you should really check out this song.

The Incredible Singing Robot

It's Robo's Theme with Lyrics! I have to tell you it is the cutest thing I've heard ever (not ever but you know what I mean). Robo's oringinal theme off SNES was catch enough already, but now it has lyrics which are quite fitting to the character. Ya know what? Here they are:

Though I
Am made
Of titanum I
Still feel
Human like you

Copper and tin
And 6 other twins I
Left them and came
With you

I might not be blue
Like my brothers i know
But my gears will last
Forever

I'm happy to be,
In your party
Arent you?

Robots can be
For evil or good
Please dont reprogram me

My mem'ries and thoughts
Are all I have left
Am I malfuctioning?

In 23 hundred ad
I was left to study the humans
Then you came along and I played this song
For you

R66Y
That is my name but
You can call me
Anything

Just leave me here,
I'll tend to this place
I'm good at gardening

So Fiona and me, we planted the trees
And you went into the future
Just look and see, this forest i made
For you

(Instrumental)

Though I
Am made
Of titanum I
Still feel
Human like you

Won't you pick me
Instead of that frog
I can do healing too!

Genius. Bleedin' genius. Whether you know Chrono Trigger or not, you must agree it's a cute song. Yeah, I'm in that kind of mood.

Speaking of cuteness, I watched an anime called Battle Programmer SHIRASE. The whole series is 5 episodes long but cut up into three parts each (including opening and ending credits). I loved every minute of it. The basic plot line is there's a superhack genius called Shirase Akira, who is hired by companies and such to thwart the plans and computer attackd by another hacker called King of America. There's also a little side story about his regular life which includes his relationship with his "little sister". It's so funny. If you haven't already, I really recommend that you check this anime out if you ever get the chance to.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I should be screaming again.

AHHHHH!!!!

Ok. That one was for our planned jam session this weekend. It was cancelled! But it's been rescheduled to Sunday so hah. It's been awhile since I last played with my friends. Ergh, we need a jam session badly. Mr. Guitarist is completely losing it because he's been having the worst week ever. He's had big tall white guys sing hip hop tracks to him, he's been left out in the rain waiting for ride when they never intended to pick him up in the first place, he's even had another fifty turn downs from another fifty girls. I feel partially responsible because I told him about Pixie and I. Now he feels even more crappier. He needs his "noise therapy" pretty bad now.

I'm still in the process of creating the flower bouquet. So far, I've made.... three. I'm not lazy or anything, at least not for Pixie. I'd do anything for her. I just haven't had much time to sit down a fold, ya know.

I better get at it then. Cheers everyone.


- nine -
Comments (5) | Permalink