damn.
that's a long time.
(actually i just dropped by just to tell ya'll that this space is gonna go through a revamp. enough pink for now. so no further entries whatsoever for a while. not that it makes much of a difference anyways.)
bedroom*hair @ 9:30 am
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bedroom*hair @ 7:33 am
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today i caught a glimpse of the indefinite love of a father who had just been reunited with his only child, a young daughter who bears parallels to her old man. what started out as an awkward arrangement eventually became a sweet, warm moment. one moment i'm sure they'd remember for a long time.
like they say.
love lost is the one love that will always remain in our hearts.
bedroom*hair @ 1:05 am
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'cos i just clinched a role in an independent short film with a production crew in KL.
details later. now please excuse me while i cartwheel around the house and wake up the neighbours.
bedroom*hair @ 5:33 am
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i just saw this year's official FHM calendar 2005 and finally things are going my way. i can't remember the last time i bought a copy, but i'll have you know, that as a brother in the Circle of Manhood, i am proud to say that i've never missed the Annual Calendar issue. so as curiosity may have it, i am always looking forward to uncovering Miss October. and because curiosity had me again this year, i flipped through to the tenth month of the dozen.
lo and behold, there she was.
the reason i am still breathing.
the reason i am still living.
the reason i am still single. heh.
my October girl.
Miss Denise Keller.
have you ever had a heart-attack? neither have i. but i'm sure as hell it felt that close.
oh misS*kelleR.
bedroom*hair @ 12:56 am
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i was gonna write another angst-ridden entry about another juice monger who deserves a back-hand bitch-slap and a dropkick to the face, but a certain miss fionA*appLE soothed me and stopped me just in time.
how ironic.
and how captivating were the lyrics of the song, her rendition of Across The Universe by The Beatles. i had a look at the lyrics and it's pretty trippy, alright. with a sweet chorus that can soothe any savage beast. in this case myself. and when you have a voice like miss*appLE's serenaiding you, you'll know just how soft your soft spots really are. i've never really taken a good look her at before, and now i must say that she has the deepest eyes i've seen in quite a while. there's just something about these women singers that make you wanna look at their faces all day. and it's always in the eyes. fucking beautiful, the whole lot. fionA*appLE, tori*amoS, pJ*harveY, ani*deFrancO, suzannE*vegA, saraH*mcLachlaN, deloreS*o'riordaN and some others at the back of my mind.
dammit i need someone to sing to me right now.
fuckkk.
bedroom*hair @ 5:11 am
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it was better than watching Royal Rumble, i tell you.
thank you guys. now i can do my work.
bedroom*hair @ 11:58 pm
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if only we were already a tight-sounding bunch yesterday's double extravaganza would have been the shit. but sadly we had to turn down two invites to have our debut gig. yes. two in one day. the first one was for a hair show event for Toni&Guy in late April and the other being the main act at a club's grand opening in a few weeks' time.
yes. how unfortunate.
but fuck it. if we were to rush into this, FrontlineSoundsystem would get off to a bad start and spoil everything. no way are we having that. so it's decided, everything will kick off in May. or June. even if we can't play here then, at least we've got the probability of playing up north. where the kids are alright.
i wish my hair can grow a little faster. i need a long fringe. come on guys. you can do it.
tomorrow i will be meeting up with an old friend. well she's not really old but it's been ages since i last saw her. and joining us would be another dear friend. a certain bandmate, that is. three's a crowd, i know. but i'm sure it won't be such a bad thing if i excuse myself and take a long time in the toilet or walk alone infront or disappear for a bit or something. and on top of that you may never know just when my phone will ring and suddenly i'm needed elsewhere. heh.
speaking of tomorrow, i just received a call from an old classmate who is in Singapore to visit his family. he's based in Australia and he's probably the only skoolmate i know whose features never changed. bumped into him at MadMonks last weekend and it felt so damn good to see him again. i haven't seen him for eons and the last time we met was when i was still a teenager and he a goth rocker, face paint and all. one hell of a fruity kid, that boy. ever since i got to know him in Primary 1. bloody hell that's 17 years ago. i think of all the weird asses i've met in my life he has got to be the most lovable colourful bastard ever. ever. and he's still fucking colourful even without his face paint, up till today. our small chat last weekend backed up my impression. he's got a band here and tomorrow night would be their final gig at the pub before he flies back on Saturday. i reckon a round with him would be nice.
i have a deadline in about 13 hours' time and i haven't started shit. someone please call Singapore Casket.
today i realised just how dangerous some associations can be. especially when you have the sort who can't help but poke their noses right into your butt. metaphorically. and when you turn your back, albeit just for a little while, you get fucked up the arse with their twisted words and blunt assumptions. again, metaphorically. i hate giving out angsty vibes on this pretty pink page, but i know just how busybody some people can get.
so.
screw you, you little shit. to think that we were chummy. to think that i had the impression that you were a good person. i don't indulge in your kind of foul play, but if what i heard is true, you must be the most fucked-up two-faced cunt i've met so far this year. oh yes i meet a number of your kind every now and then. which is why i am repulsed at myself for not detecting the smell of residual shit coming out of your trashy mouth whenever we crossed paths. i guess you cleaned up your image real well before i got to know. too bad you didn't do a good job.
come, come.
i'll show you how to pretend.
i'll show you how to act.
i'll show you how it's done.
once i'm through with you, you won't have a fucking clue how big a joke you've become.
muthafucking cunt.
bedroom*hair @ 11:33 pm
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i'd like to think it was something else, but a miracle is still a miracle.
last two Decembers rosS went up to Phi Phi Island for a holiday. i have no idea how the association was made, but he got to know a guy working in a snorkel & surf shop on the neighbouring Lantar Beach. the dude's name is amaN and after an exchange of words they got round to talking about music.
now the thing about rosS is that he gets the best contacts in the weirdest places, time and settings. be it online or in the flesh, he gets to meet people who have contacts or who are quite a big deal themselves.
so it was no surprise that this dude just happens to be the brother of an organiser for the Pattaya Music Festival.
like i said. best contacts, weird places.
so the long and the short of it is that amaN wanted to help FrontlineSoundsystem a place to play in the festival itself, but the anticipation for this April's event was cut short when the tsunami disaster happened. a check with rosS confirmed that the Lantar Beach area where amaN's shop stood was badly hit. bloody hell it was facing the ocean, for crying out loud. and so we were in shock for quite a bit and honestly, there wasn't much to hope for. what are the chances. imagine drowning in your own small snorkel shop, with the snorkelling equipments whirling and floating around you. the irony. the news definitely hit the both of us, not only because we thought we missed the chance to get a place in the festival, but also because he was a willing friend who wanted to help us. and since then whenever the Pattaya Music Festival topic came up, all i could ever said was, "i hope the dude got sick of the beach and went away for a holiday". rosS sent out e-mails to amaN to ask if he was alright, but he didn't receive any reply at all. for a good two months he sent different mails. but still no response. still no sign he was still alive.
until yesterday, that is.
i woke up real early this morning to find 4 messages from rosS, the first one being:
"PATTAYA MUSIC FESTIVAL IS BACK ONLINE, SISTERS!!! AMAN IS ALIVE!!"
bloody hell, i thought.
it is a fucking miracle.
i got off the phone with rosS just a while ago and he said he received a mail from amaN yesterday. the dude is alive. details on how he's still breathing is still hazy but thank God he's still alive. not to sound insensitive to amaN's current predicament, what with his shop destroyed and all that, but he actually said that he'd still love to get us hooked for the festival.
so.
watch this space.
bedroom*hair @ 5:11 pm
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if i keep this up any longer i'll end up being a case study.
bedroom*hair @ 7:19 pm
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i hope i don't sound too metrosexual, but i just dig the feel of new clothes. but then again who doesn't. i just bought a tee yesterday and i am now typing in it. i must say i am turning out to be quite a tart nowadays.
this Sunday nazarK will be performing at the Substation, and i cannot wait to see the boys in action again. the last time they had a gig we had to travel up north to JB. but that was many months ago. they're gonna be doing two new songs so naturally i am so looking forward to sit through the whole set.
speaking of which, i realised achaK is getting contagiously funny in a repulsive way of late. yesterday i asked him if he has ever seen a rat get rolled under a vehicle and he said he just saw one in an ICU ward the other day.
i have a pencil on my right ear. i have no idea why.
i am anxious for a photoshoot later. a friend's assignment, actually. and since we have to bring our own clothes i am left with the daunting task of picking my wardrobe. how exciting.
jamaican vibes ringing in my ears now. but that will be taken care of soon enough.
fresh laundry smell is the shit.
had a long convo with a friend last night, and i must say there's a very good reason why i am still single. it's amazing just how trivial some arguments can be. and how ridiculously easy paranoia can just settle in. i've been there, so i should know.
February is the month of love, they say. but for the millionth time it has proven itself to be a fucked-up month. a very fucked-up month. but the end's near, so i guess a few more days won't kill me.
i am very very very very very very excited about the compilation album that we'd be doing with four other bands in the coming months. it will be a mixed genre release and FrontlineSoundsystem will be chipping in two tracks. we've got one already sorted and the other one on the way. it'd most likely have an industrial sound to it and it'd feature ishmaeL from PublicEyes. so that's two madcappers on one track. lovely. i hope the beat boys get round to it soon.
shit. look at the time. and i've been told to come right on time for the photoshoot.
but i guess i'm gonna be late.
fashionably late.
heh.
ok that was bad. sorry.
bedroom*hair @ 2:33 pm
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beef, beef, beef.
this has got to be the best lesson in human relations.
i was looking forward to a night of bodyrock on Saturday but all i got was bad publicity. i know i've always liked talkshows but i never said i wanted to be a topic of discussion myself. Saturday Night Live meets Jerry Springer. all the essence of a good primetime drama with a cast of sorts.
speaking of which.
(ready?)
drunk girls should just shut the fuck up and go face a wall in one corner, let alone getting involved in people's affairs. i'd like to give you a piece of my mind and tell you how fucking ridiculous and stupid you were, but that would just cramp my style. let's not forget how you looked like, either. and what kind of a fucking fake accent was that anyway. yes, you. i am directing this towards you. the one who couldn't control her mouth but had the balls to push it. just you alone.
since when did you become a spokesman?
uh oh. LaserMouth Fai v5.0 activated.
you listen here. and you better listen good.
i have no time for childish debates or petty arguments. and this is definitely not gonna evolve into a blog war. not by my standards, at least. i am gonna give you the lowdown just this once and you better fucking read this through thoroughly. and i mean thoroughly.
it appears to me that you have no fucking idea what is going on and you obviously don't have the full story or even the decency to go find out. but then again, like as if it's any of your business. don't get me wrong, now. i don't blame you for reacting the way you did. it's all in the name of being a good friend, innit? granted. i'd have done the same thing, actually.
but here's what separates me from you.
at least i have the decency to be diplomatic about my opinions and not get into people's faces, at least not under the influence of alcohol. how bloody convenient. if i didn't know better i'd have thought you were on something else. 'cos you were so dodgy. so fucking dodgy. did you know you were spewing out rosy, flowery, pseudo-angelic words in your drunken state? while trying to brain-wash a stranger by using soft intonations? what's up with that? taking a low blow by trying to say shit behind my back. literally. which school of ethics did you come from? that's right. you can't fucking remember. and i can bet my ass you're telling yourself right now that it didn't happen. that's right. tell yourself you weren't all that dramatic that night to two strangers who don't even see your fucking point or share your point of view. you might as well. 'cos i wouldn't wanna have to deal with such embarrassment if i were you.
and to top it all off you had a fucking leaf in your hair while you were talking.
jezzuz.
just how stupid you feel right i will never know.
but you make for mediocre budget comedy.
'cos the fact of the matter is that people around you that night were aware of the fiasco and just how you wack you were. and lo and behold, the next day most of my friends were asking what your problem was. indirectly you became a topic of discussion. just how do you do it, i don't know. but it sucks when you have to grow an extra inch of skin, doesn't it? good luck to you on your next visit to Jiak Kim Street.
and my, my. you had the cheek to dispense baseless information just because a situation was at hand. i bet you felt really good telling people i score girls for kicks. a long line of girls, i heard. however it felt for you, i hope you realise just how fucking hypocrytical you really are when you recap not too long ago and think of me as a real person. helping you out when you yourself were pissed drunk (again). "Thank you, Fai. I really appreciate you sending us home...."
screw you, drunk twat.
now to the other, more important person.
you.
you know just how bad this has become. you think i'm saying all this just for the fun of it? you think i like dissing people off publicly, subsequently making them feel lousy about themselves? don't blame me for this. your friend just had to push my buttons. and you of all people should know just how volatile i can get when people poke their noses into my private life. i am not blaming you for not warning them earlier how dangerous it is to come messing around, but she could have just shut her trap and not piss the shit out of me. don't get me wrong. i do see your point. and i know how shitty it feels. but it's not gonna help anything if things were to just carry on like this. already i can hear calls for my head in the stands.
but funny how familiar those voices sound, though.
i think you've had your fair share of stories. and the last thing you need is for the dearest close to you to be affected by them. i know you've been there. i just hope you still remember how utterly disgusting it is when people say shit and not have anything to back it up with.
oh. speaking of which. again.
it has come to my attention that someone in your circle is doing a papparazi and has been busy, well, publicising my name in the most unflattering fashion.
and now you find yourself in a fix.
to believe or not to believe. it's either the loyal friends who would protect you to death or the boy who has his reasons for leaving. whatever it is, i hope you think about it and use your logic. but if you do choose to believe the hype and listen to the stories, i would like to say a very big thank you to whoever it is that has put me in front of a firing squad. kudos. whoever you are, your stories worked well and i will forever go down in history as the Promiscuous Bastard of the Year. gossip folks. gotta love them.
did you say your friends weren't thinking straight? i say they still aren't.
don't make me look at this whole fiasco as a juvenile episode. you know their mentality differs from yours and you'd just short change yourself if ever you believe what you hear.
but then again.
who am i to ask for anything.
bedroom*hair @ 4:42 pm
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and this is history repeating itself.
four major projects, 2 deadlines.
no extension.
but it will be done.
it shall be completed in time.
cos i am an LMF.
bedroom*hair @ 10:14 pm
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..... Happy Valentine's Day to you, too.
bedroom*hair @ 3:13 am
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i am still trying to figure out the reason for the sudden change of mood, right from the start of the day. i swear to God i was the world's most mentally disturbed person yesterday. but it seems the world decided to rotate in the opposite direction from the moment i opened my eyes. literally. i'd like to know why, but i guess i should just be happy and keep my trap shut.
one of the joys of today was the return of my keyboard. yes, my keyboard. it went on strike for the past few days but now order has been restored, thanks to some miracle. at least now i don't have to wait 4 seconds for a letter to appear.
today was the first time i step foot in an ortho lab, and i must say i've been taking my limbs for granted. there were old people doing basic leg exercises that seem like child's play but i bet it was probably very painful for those lot. it was a little hard to believe that my friend had trouble with her crutches just yesterday. but she aced it like a pro this time round and she was all smiles by the time her therapy was done.
:)
have i ever mentioned i like hospitals? i like hospitals. and the many ways you can get lost just by trying to find the cafeteria.
i've got a deadline tomorrow that was meant to be met last week but i believe that the spirit of the Last Minute Fighter in me will be my saving grace tonight. it looks like i shall be seeing sunrise in about 9 hours' time.
i do believe that my English is getting bad to badder.
ok that was bad. sorry.
although nothing is for certain now, i just want you to know that i thought alot about you today. and it made me smile. you don't know it. but you make me feel all warm.
i hope it gets better.
bedroom*hair @ 9:37 pm
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