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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