Thursday, March 03, 2005

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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