inner.verbal.assault

Friday, March 25, 2005

there's a good reason why my smiles stay on longer nowadays.

bedroom*hair @ 7:33 am

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Thursday, March 24, 2005

i think we as humans can never fully appreciate the significance and worth of the people around us until they cease to exist one fine day.

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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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

i was gonna blog about the past few days and how i've gone through backtrips and transitions of sorts, but i am too stunned to do anything right now. like, anything.

'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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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

i am one happy boy.

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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Monday, March 07, 2005

it just doesn't stop, does it?

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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Thursday, March 03, 2005

i just saw a mat and a minah quarelling downstairs. slaps, kicks and all. the shouts and profanities were so enticing from my 13th storey i had to go down to the first to catch the action 'live'.

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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i'm feeling random again. yay.

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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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

i am stumped.

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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