Saturday, November 27, 2004

Make things right.
Mess up my yearbook grad photo will ya? Time for the second mission.

The Info:
I've been informed by a friend of mine (the one excluded from the grad section of the yearbook) that at 6:15am every wednesday morning, there are several crates left unattended in front of the cafeteria delivery doors. Each in crate, there are approximately 12 cartons of Parlour Ice Cream Milkshakes. At this time in the morning, there is only one janitor on duty. His job is to bring the crates in. Unfortunately for him, he has a disabled arm and each crate requires two hands in order to lift. The cafeteria doors are monitored by one surveillance camera which is directly above the doors. Nobody else is in the school except for the janitor. Before dragging the delivery in side, the janitor must first open all doors in the school, leaving the crates of milkshakes vulnerable. This information was aquired with the sacrifice of my friends sleep. Poor dude can only get a ride to school that early.

The Heist:
My friend and I will meet at the front of the school just off the property. Another friend will me us there and will have an escape vehicle closeby. Since we don't usually wear such ridiculous clothing, we will use borrowed hip-hop gear as our disguise. We will wait until the janitor goes upstairs then proceed to the cafeteria doors. The owner of the escape vehicle will stay behind and keep an eye for the janitor. He will alert us via cellphone if the janitor closes in on us. In emergency situations, he will then have to distract the janitor. If we come in from the right side, we can sneak under the cameras view and block it out with silly string or a sticker. After doing so, we will move the crates to the front of the school just off school propety ready to be picked up by the accomplice with his vehicle. The crate will then be delivered to a nearby safehouse (my house) ready to be divided and consumed.

You wonder why milkshakes?
1) A percentage of the money made selling milkshakes goes towards the funding of the yearbook.
2) They are fucking tasty. Those fuckers made yet another big mistake.

I would normally feel bad and guilty about doing something like this. My conscience would've kicked in. But where was my conscience when I fucked up the the chief editors car? Yeah, I did it. At first it was only a threat but then I thought he can't get away with such fucking stupidity so easily. Bye bye Lexus!

Will I be caught? No. I can guarantee it. Theres a whole school against the yearbook commitee and they've been taking action before me. Mass food wars against the committee in the caf, hate mail/emails, even physical attacks on the yearbook kids. Honestly, these assholes made TOO many mistakes. It delights me to see the school coming together like this. I'm proud of them. I'm not even a student there anymore. I just want to make things right.

There is no such thing as going too far when you get screwed like I have.

...and I'm just getting started.

- enin -
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Friday, November 26, 2004

I don't usually wear that but ok...
I feel like such a fool!

Yesterday in the highschool library, I was marking some sketches by grade nines when two of my friends came along and started joking around. When we're together, we can be a bit much because individually, we can be pretty nutty. Combined, we are nonsense kings. Since we all were in a hyper, cracked up type mood I grabbed a poetry book and started reading verses aloud in a ridiculous manner while standing on top of a chair. Obviously I received the attention of everyone in the library. Everyone including the Pixie girl. She was on a computer to the left of me and she gave me one of those "What the?" looks. I paused for a second, hoping that this is just a dream. It wasn't. Unfortunately, I continue reading like a jackass until librarian came in and told me to get down.

What is wrong with me? Why can't I simply be amused sitting down and laughing with friends? Why did I have to go too far and humiliate myself in front of the girl I'm crazy for? Why why WHY!?!

I know I'm crazy for her but this is a bit too crazy. My chances with this girl are slightly (ahem, VERY) thinned out because of my stupid actions. I have to admit, it was kinda fun though. But stupid. Very stupid.

*sigh* I need tea.

- nine -
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Voices in my luggage? You're crazy...
Heh. About my 15 hour sleep. It was supposed to be a nap. This isn't the first time it's happened either. I don't normally sleep for that long but the night before I only had 5 hours of sleep. So that afternoon I was feeling a bit drowsy. I thought I'd take a quick nap before work. Unfortunately, I slept until the following day. I swear, 15 hour naps are the most disorientating things you can experience. At around 7:00am the next day I had no clue what was going on. But oh my, was it refreshing! (And yes, I missed work)

So my trip to Japan is somewhat official. I will be going sometime during March. I was considering posting some sort of countdown but I don't know the exact date yet.

I really wish you people could come along. I feel kinda bad now. We could all meet there and have a week long mO party or something. Oh wouldn't that be sweeet? I would be more than happy to bring you guys along in my luggage but there's a slight chance that we'll get caught. Anyway, a friend of mine has priority on the luggage smuggle.

Speaking of smuggling, I'm going to New York a week from now. Do you think anyone would question me for having boxes upon boxes of Pocky? Hmmm...

Officer: "Alright son, what's in the bag?"
enin: "Umm.. clothes and junk."
Officer: "What are those boxes?" *shines flashlight*
enin: "Pocky, sir."
Officer: "Pocky? What the hell is Pocky?"
enin: "Chocolate covered pretzel sticks."
Officer: "How do I know they're aren't chocolate covered syringes?"
enin: "Umm, you can have one if you want." *holds up Pocky stick*
Officer: *reaches for gun* "Put that down! How do I know it isn't poison?"
enin: *frustrated look* "Fine! I'll eat one!"
*eats a Pocky stick*
"Maybe just another"
*eats another*
"Oh what the hell!"
*eats several boxes of Pocky within seconds*
*drool* "So tasty, so addictive!"
Officer: "I knew it! Son, you are under arrest for the possession of unknown illegal drugs."
enin: "Dammit..."

It could happen. The people at the Canadian-American border are such buttholes. Well, I'm bringing it anyway. And I know you could probably buy Pocky in New York but my own personal stash is more convenient. I want to save money for shopping anyway.

I don't want to sound girly or anything, but I'm simply in love with anything scented melon-cucumber. Whether it be candles, shower gel, hand soap, hand creme, body spray, etc. I just go crazy for it! It's not very strong but sweet and simple. *sigh* Maybe Pixie girl uses that scent.

*laugh* I had frogs legs for dinner which was cooked by my mom. Yet she didn't want to sit at the dinner table while I was eating them. So she sent me to my room to eat. I joked with her, "You're the one who cooked them! Oh look, you can see the toes!". She yelled at me to shut it and finish it up quickly. Oh mom..

Tis time for some green tea. I haven't had any for a loooong time now.

*high five*

- nine -
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Not again..
I slept for 15 hours the other night. Give me a minute to wake up, I'm enjoying this dream...

- nine -
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Sunday, November 21, 2004

Mmm, Unagi...
First things first. Seconds things second. Yes? Yes..

I discovered the most fascinating and cutest video ever known to internet users. This is a video of a toddler playing the xylophone. She is the cutest thing ever in the world! Here:

Xylophone Baby

I so wanna adopt this baby. I can imagine my pixie wife (who's name is Sara by the way and is one of my sisters best friends. Long story.) and myself adopting her and living in a big house with warped checkered floors and xylophones along the walls so our daughter can play where ever she wishes. She's such a cute baby!!

So yeah. The pixie girl is one of my sisters best friends. How do I know? My sister brought her and some other friend over to the house. I was carrying my bags and stuff from my aunts house (finished housesitting) and saw her sitting in the living room. I froze. I eventually dropped my bags and ran upstairs to try and wake up. Well, it wasn't a dream. I seriously have to do something other than get nervous. Obviously I didn't do anything that night except play Halo 2 in my room. I didn't want to anything stupid in front of her. She left around 11:00 with the rest of my sister's friends.

I officially met her during the school play I acted in my last year of highschool. She was one of the make up artists. I simply fell for her. So yeah. I didn't speak of this before because I knew I would eventually tell the proper story sometime. She's Spanish, an adventurous eater, an indie rock fan and oh so beautiful. *siiiigh*

I went grocery shopping today and bought some freshwater eel for an unagi dinner I'm planning to prepare next week for some friends. I also bought a couple dozen boxes of Pocky. SCORE!

Oh. I thought you guys might like this. I'm teaching perspective to my art class and as an example, I made this:

enin's Neotokyo

It's basically a futuristic downtown Tokyo at night using three-point perspective. Note the Love Hina references, the lazre clock, the bubble cars and the Kikkoman (soy sauce) building. The signs were copied from actually neon signs in Tokyo. The buildings are floating by the way. What kind future would have a ground? Hah.

So now that I'm home, I can get to recording "W-T-F 3". It's gonna be the most ridiculous things you've heard, but hey, why not?

Lastly, I've been talking to my uncle who works at the airport. He's going to get my tickets to Japan in March. I"M GOING TO JAPAN! I really gotta save so I can't spend too much on my trip to New York (which is in a week-ish). I so can't wait.

I've typed enough.
Have a great:
a) night
b) evening
c) day
d) afternoon
e) morning
f) cup of tea and Pocky

Cheers!

- nine -
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Friday, November 19, 2004

What the hell? This can't be right
Tis a strange day in eninland. Since the highschool is giving a day off, I have nothing to do today.

I woke up and the world was tinted green for some reason. It eventually faded away after I had my tea.

I went downstairs to feed the dog. He gave me one of those creepy dog smiles then puked on the floor (Little bastard). After cleaning it up I realized that this is my last day housesitting/dogsitting and I haven't cleaned up yet.

1 1/2 hours straight of rushing around the house cleaning and organizing gave me what I like to call "heavy-head". You know when you work too hard for a long periods of time without resting or stopping and then your head starts to feel wonky? Yeah, that's the feeling.

Damn. I have to leave today. Oh well, it's been fun.

Now that I"m going back to my real home, I can start recording "W-T-F 3". It's the slower love ballad one.

Speaking of which, I change my dedication of "W-T-F 3" to include those who are hopeless romantics. I'm one too. I had thought it over and I'm not IN love. I'm simply infatuated with a faerie in the form of a really cute girl.

No weird song today, dudes. I'm a little busy practising "W-T-F 3" at the moment. I hope you guys will like it. And if not, you can go soil yourselves because I'm no superstar anyway.

I want Pocky, damnit.

- nine -
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Are those tears of joy?
Well, I think this will be the last of the W-T-F series... for now. This one is a couple verses longer and is more of a Love ballad. *gasp* I'LL USE THIS AS MY SERENADE WITH MY DRUMS! Oh kick-ass idea. I've been practicing playing the guitar with my feet on the hi-hat pedal and bass drum pedal so I get a mediocre percussion beat at the same time. It doesn't sound that bad actually. Score! What an idea. I can't wait to serenade!

So yeah, this version has a slower tempo, softer vocals and you will soon find out, more meaningful lyrics.

W-T-F 3

All the words are friggin' wrong
But all the wrong is trigger right
Bang your heads and sing along
No sanity needed, we'll dance tonight


Bangle Soda
Slimy Chitter
Cardboard boxer
Moisture Glitter
Envelope Lick
The paste of taste
Tennis matches
Staying chaste
Alert the priest
The jeans are gone
Evaporate
And then respawn

Turn around
Pop the grounds
Lots of fire
Noisy sounds
Eyebrow Whistles
Makes nose go deaf
Hire a cook
Fire the chef
Bulletin board
Girrafe puke
The King, The Leader
Emporor, duke

Chorus

Stunt double pie
Chewy dirt
Immune to stains
Never hurts
Dr. Meoff
First name Jack
We whack we smack
We thwack the pack
Rhinodactyl
and Chimpanebras
Lucky numbers
For a Libra

Wooden plastic
At the mall
Above the shelf
That's four ft. tall
Drop the brick
Break the throne
Brittle Peanut
Favourite bone
Shove the old
Step on the young
Incinerate
Pepper tongue

Chorus

Cook it raw
Flavour fry
I kill you
Until you die
Cabinet handle
Rust to green
Trade your Rolex
For a spleen
Veggie-table
Veggie-chair
The seat is cold
No underwear

Violin strings
Boomerangs
Sweet potato
Bloody fangs
Don't ignore
The silent yell
Sharpened drum
No one to tell
60 watts
Forty huhs?
The guard forgot
Where he was

Chorus

Just start kidding
She'll see the sock
Thanks for nothing
Please don't knock
Vibrant dust
Upon the books
Both girls and guys
Give me the looks
Red ink blot
On coffee mugs
Thief in question
Simply shrugs

Strawberry flavoured
Earring candy
Turns the kiddies
Super dandy
Sorceror socks
Don't ever clean
Detachability
Vibrant teen
Don't look now
Your boot is stuck
Shout it loud
What the *laughter*

©2004 enin

*sigh* I dedicate this one to everyone who's single and/or in love. May your dreams gently sweep you away or mercilessly tackle you down, whichever makes you happier.

I'm actually going to record myself singing this. Eventually. I'm not the best singer nor am I the best guitarist. I'm doin' it anyway!

Cheers then. Have a lovely day.
*skips away humming W-T-F*

- nine -
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

I'll pick up the phone when I'm done
I did it again. I had thought I had reached the peak of madness when I wrote yesterdays song lyrics. *shakes head* Nooo. Not yet. In fact, I continued the song. Enjoy.

W-T-F 2

All the words are friggin' wrong
But all the wrong is trigger right
Bang your heads and sing along
No sanity needed, we'll dance tonight


A ticket stand
In a pond
Serves the grey-haired
And the blonde
A cobraccino
Drunk at night
Is caffene boost
But venom bite
Twirly-go-rounds
Spun so high
A saddened clown
Ringmasters lie

First to win
Is last to drink
The toothbrush fluid
So wafer thin
Roar the tiger
Mew the fox
Flip a coin
Beneath a box
Unicycles
Forbidden fate
"How do you do, sir?"
"I do great!"

Chorus

Scaly bellbottoms
Funky iguana
Dance on your tail
If you wanna
Turn off the door
Slam the light
I'll give you a paintbrush
Behave tonight
The flyer spoke
Of discount prices
On hula hoops
And long grained rices

A pitter patter
Raindrops fall
Gingerbread houses
Soggy the wall
Microphones
Wheels go faster
Dictionary fiend
Can't spell disaster
The King and Queen
A Jack and Ace
Puts 10 of diamonds
Out of place

Chorus

A piggy bank
Ate my dimes
Reaching limits
Of tomatos and limes
That punk got punked
The doctor docked
On a ship of threes
At quack o'clock
Descend upon
The turquoise trunk
Umbrellas of stealth
Canes of luck

A circle a fish
And drapery
Skiing hills
Seven year spree
A fortified wall
Was breached by bees
A gardener in bloom
Had lost his keys
Chickens can swim
Whales will cluck
You'll wonder at last
What the (laughter)

©2004 enin


"And so Enin, with his mighty guitar, sang the night away in the empty house. Yes children. He lived happily ever... Oh look, he's passed out. Children, boil the water. He needs his tea."

It's such a fun song, I think.

So I saw the Pixie girl again. She had changed her hair so that it looks less flippy. She looks ever cuuuter. *giggle* Heh. I could imagine singing W-T-F to her. What an icebreaker. That should get her attention. It would be nice to see her get a laugh out of it rather than fly away. But I'd actually like to try serenading with my drumset. That would be just as... different. Heh. Just a thought.

Have a fantastic day. I'm gonna get me some bubble tea.

- nine -
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Monday, November 15, 2004

Oh I get it... NON-sense..
I felt a bit on the nutty side last night. So I wrote a song. It's called "W-T-F". These are only the lyrics. I actually have chords to play along with it. There are only four chords but it sounds alright. Heh. You've gotta hear this. I swear I don't know what I'm on. I could sing like this for hours. So anyway, Enjoy!

W-T-F

Chorus:
All the words are friggin' wrong
But all the wrong is trigger right
Bang your heads and sing along
No sanity needed, we'll dance tonight


Waltz in the pool
With my favourite boots
Clock in turn
Daffodil roots
Filet of fish
A pocket with a swan
Sometimes I wish
Poof it's gone
And did I know
Gone down below
We feast on lobster
And neon snow

It's great what wires
Can do to a tree
What fires
Burn mystery
Into the sky
Into the mind
Into a vacuums rubber behind
It sucks
As a leech
Who falls tomorrow
The dunce on the bench
Feels dull edged sorrow

Chorus

Watermelon
Chew the seeds
Done good deeds
Fufill your needs
Bite your heads
Scratch your nail
Beneath the floor
Above the bed
Upside left
And downside right
Backwards up
With all your might

Eighty-eight
Don't eat the cake
It's icing will give you
A liver ache
A tingle shiver
Public toilet
A party, spoil it
A carrot, boil it
We dance tonight
When the song is sung
Eskimo hacker
Four to one

Chorus

Jump on the desk
Tear a sheet
Crack a bone
Made of stone
Iron will
Magnetize
Half the truth
3/4 lies
I only saw
What saw could see
Spin the disc
Catch the flea

It calls our name
Not a game
A puzzle with knuckles
Yours to claim
You think a song
Couldn't be more strange
Twice as strong
5 cent change
Run outta words
And outta luck
Sing together
What the (laughter)

©2004 enin

Tada! I may have lost MY mind at the moment, but I've found 2 new ones to replace it.

Oh, here's another pic of my Halloween costume. Note the green flower and long coat. I actually wear that longcoat everyday. My smile almost looks permanent.

MR. GRINN 2

So there you go. I've been alone in this house for a bit too long now.

A toast to comeplete insanity.
CHEERS!

- nine -

P.S. I'm not like this all the time. Scroll down to learn a bit about the normal me. Wait... Nobody's normal. Heh.
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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Infinite amounts of
I guess it wouldn't be a bad time to tell you people a bit about me. Shall we begin?

My name is Joshua. I am 18 years young. Emphasis on the young bit because I don't feel like growing up yet. I am currently not in a college/university although I've graduated. I don't exactly know what I want to do yet or where I want to it. (I've actually been thinking about culinary arts.) In the meantime, I've been working and using my free hours as an unofficial assistant to the art teachers in my high school. Every now and then, I may get a little $omething for my time spent there as well. Heh.

I love to cook. Therefore, I like food. I can't exactly pick a favorite type of food. But I do enjoy Chinese, Japanese, Filipino, Thai, Korean, Italian, Greek, Mexican, Indian, French and gourmet foods. Oddly enough, I don't gain weight after eating all these foods (obviously not at once). *shrugs*

I play the drums and guitar. I only started playing the guitar because my sister wasn't using her acoustic. After awhile, a good friend of mine heard my skills and simply gave me his. He gave the whoooole package too. A Korean-made Fender acoustic guitar, guitar stand, a tissue box full of picks, music stand, guitar polish and cleaning rag, 3 sets of brand new strings, a capo, an electric tuners and a poster of the basic chords. He doesn't have any time to play it anymore and he said I have potential to be kick-ass with it so *bam!* he just gives it to me. What a guy.
My drum dreams have recently come true because my parents finally allowed me to buy a set. I've wanted one for two years straight but they hesitated to let me have them (even though I had the money to pay). So yeah, I've finally got them. I sometimes sing too but... you know. It's just for fun..

I love art. I enjoy painting, sketching and sculpting. I love anime but I've only started drawing anime recently. It's been about two months now since I've started. As you can see in my fanart section, I have a long way to go.

I've really long and straight black hair. I just thought I'd point that out. I haven't had a haircut since May 2002. I'm going to have one for sure sometime this month. But I'm not buzzing my head ever again. I like my long hair. Say what you want, I like it this way.

I'm single and there's not much I can do about it. I'm a weird guy. I've a strange sense of humor and it always shows unless I'm really into someone. I'm shy when it comes to romantic relationships. Plenty of girls have told me that I'm a "good friend" and that that anything beyond that would ruin our relationship. *sigh* I wish they'd cut the bullcrap and just say that I'm not good enough. I know that's what they mean. Bleh.. I don't want to dig too deep into that subject right now... But I do wanna say that I'm slowly building up the confidence to talk to the pixie girl. Aiee she's so cute. I'll draw her in anime form but it won't do her beauty any justice. I'll be putting that up soon.

So there you have it. A bit about me. If you wanna know any more... You can just make something up until I tell you more. Heh.

Here. I promised you a Halloween pic. Remember how I said it was hybrid of between The Crow, a magician and a steel-toothed clown? There it is. The Harlequin Psycho. Now you can see what I'm talking about with the hair. This makeup and costume took me twenty minutes to finish so it's not that great. What was great was the night I had wearing it. I called myself "Mr. Grinn".

MR. GRINN

Have yourselves a journal-worthy day. Now back to "housesitting". Cheers!
*runs downstairs to wail on drumset*

- nine -
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