Oh..I've been shitty solid stuffs now. Solid stuff not as it *Power!!! Solid!!!* that stuff but solid shit kind of stuff. But the last tie it got stuck. Damn! I could use with one of those quick release type now.

.....anyway, back to the dream I had the other time. It was nice. nothing sexual, just...you know, nice feeling. presence felt. Confusing. Dillema but nice.

Somewhere else....today at luch with family. Bro's b/d. i voiced out my opinions abit. I could feel tears almost flowing. I held back. i can never really cry in real life. Only in dreams. I think I cried in my dreams. I dun remember. I was dreaming. I think I did.

Dream...nice.....

Morrow or rather, later is Maximum Music day. But first, I'll go jam. This is gonna be the 3rd time I'm jamming with these guys and never once I did any pre-preparation or practice b4 hand, but it still turns out fine. We still need a vox though. Anyone?

My mom threw away my shoes. My mom threw away my shoes. My mom threw away my shoes. My mom threw away my fucking shoes. Everything I ever owned. Everything I ever had. Everything I loved and cherished. All gone. All thrown away. This is the last straw. I'm not taking up the job. I'm finding another job and moving out.
My mom threw away my fucking shoes!!!!!. *sob*

I'm so tired. I just wanna close my eyes....and never open them again.

Now my mom is driving me mad. I hear nothing but shouts and screams, curses and complains. I'll never have any peace till I take the job. But then, if I took the job, I'll never have peace. I am to be a slave. To work like a dog and give all my money away. Why? I blame my sis. I should be jealous, blaming her, but I'm only accusing thru words. My heart is dead.

I had a dream. A wonderful dream.....sigh. Wish it would come true.

I'm holding out. By next week, nothings happening? I'm gonna crack and take up the job my mom has been pestering me to take. Shitty.

My parents are driving me mad. They ARE forcing me to take up the job even though their mouth are forming the words, "We're don't want to force you, you know." and the voice box projects their mouth formations across the room and into my ears. They keep shouting at me, "Go and call and arrange for an interview! You've got the job already, just have to call only!". Can't even let me sleep. I sleep abit, I get disturbed, I sleep abit, I get disturbed. I can never have a proper, straight, undisurbed sleep. All because of money. Because of this, I am seriously considering cashing in on my NSS and ERS shares and withdrawing my last paycheck of $300 from waiting on people, (so that'll make about $900) and just giving it all to them and asking them to leave me alone. But it will never work.

I need to get out. I am contemplating suicide, considering NIE, or even NS, but no. I have to persevere. I have to allow my dreams to come true. I have to get my off my butt and start working on the NBT review and get a job at SW. I just wanna die. I wanna preach again. Money is evil.

My mom sorta, forced? pushed? edged? (fuck), forced me into this job at some site (construction not web) that my uncle is working at as some dunno what fuck supervisor. (*fake shout/cry* "You'll never understand me!" *fake slams door* wink!). She wants me to work so that I can bring money back into the house. I blame my sis again. If I land the job, I'm just gonna hand her my entire pay check and say, "Here's the money you wanted me to work for you." I'm such an ass but I have no need for money. 'cept to move out, get a license, get an amp, get a studio, but I have no need for money. Money just kills. I'm happier without it. yea, sounds like typical mat attitude but no, seriously, they have it right. Money just kills. I just wanna do something I really like, something that I have the passion for. Like PBS, like Orange Ribbon, like you-know-what. Of course there will be money involved but it will come. Money will come but it is not important at this stage. Money shouldn't been seen as the direct motivation and number priority in whatever you do. Money should be a sideline rather the pipeline. Money just kills. Gimme money.

I guess the shits is over. It's gone. But I haveb't had one since the last so can't confirm...anyway...going backwards. I've got work later...after skiving for so long (no not Lime mag. local band skive. That's shit), I'm broke. Need a full-time job. I just blew bout $80 on Universe X. Watch Lord of the finks. I had the whole cinema to myself. I was a happy guy, laughing silently to myself to the people who has to rush. Stupidily is around my friend, stupidity is around. Paid $20 for my $80 outstanding bill. Had a jam on Sunday. I think we've got something going on. I'm so excited. I got titles for songs, but I can't write anything out. I suck. I need a vocalist. I need.

Whoa!!! I've got semi-solid shit. Rejoice!

I was told, no, advised by the doctor to keep away from oily food, spicy food, diary products, fried food, because of my bad stomach. So I was like, yea, okay, I want it cured as fast as possible too. Now I'm at home reading the newspaper and all of a sudden....whoa! whoa! whoa! waitaminute. I'm living in Singapore! I'm a Singaporean! There is nothing but fried, oily, spicy food and stuffs with diary products. I eat nothing but fried, oily, spicy food and stuffs with diary products. Fried rice, mee goreng, prata, chicken rice (if you eat chicken rice without chilli you're mad), wanton, char kway tiao, satay, bundung, teh-peng, milo-peng, kopi-peng..etc...how?!! So fuck it, if I'm gonna shit no matter what I eat I might as well enjoy my food. Shits up!

ok, so shit didn't come out last night, but that's a god sign rite? But I couldn't sleep and ended up eating instant noodles at 5am in the morning. 4 may sound like a low shit count but dun forget, I haven't been eating anything for the pass 2 or 3 days. So what am I shiting? Beat's me. I can fart normally now too and not those watery farts that could be suspicuously shit instead? Damn...spoke too early, feel like the ass is working again. Why the Fuck am I talking about nothing but shit???!!! I'm so full of shit.

Every since I got back from K.L. My mom says nothing else to me except cut my hair. She hates my new hair style. She says the hair represents my image and fortune and my this hair style is shitty to her and will bring me bad fortune. Maybe my bad luck will go away if she'll just stop cursing me. She wants me to have a 60s, L.K.Y. kinda hair style now. Why not I starp on some bell-bottoms (not that I dun mind), tight tee with hugh collars, tucked all the way in, half the shirt un-buttons, wear huge shoes and go around drinking wildly and picking fights with people I'm not happy with? The first person I'd probaby pick a fight with will be my mom. yucks! But being the guy I am and the way I was brought up, I just have to shut my face and carry the pain in my chest, or in this case my ass, I need to shit again. Shit count now will be a 5-er.

Shit count today = 4. Power. Same colr as yellow curry also. Still watery. At least there's no push, no strain till the vein pops. Just sit and go. Splat!

Fever's down but shit's still watery. Think I not gonna work today again. Go take M.C. Fuck it. Saturday Morning then work. Still can't get over N.B.Ties. Still can't forget the time Tiramisu squeezed in after Force Vomit's Soundcheck and the other bands waiting to Soundcheck were kinda pissed. People were going, "Tiramisu apa?" then when Joe Kid the annoucner annouced Tiramisu from Singapore during the gig itself, the audience were like..."Singapore? aiii......." Force Vomit were already famous in K.L. but Tiramisu were new. Tiramisu was afraid that they would not get accepted by the crowd. BUT when Mr. Fantesticles kicked it, everyone when wild. After the gig, everyone was asking for Tiramisu's album, though there was none. Autographs were asked, invitations to play in Bangkok was asked, demos for radio play were asked. It was rocking, it was rolling. It will keep on rock and rolling.

Force Vomit and Tiramisu at No Black Ties rocked K.L.!!! Unfortunately after the gig, almosted hypo-ed and the rest of the trip was feeling weak. Everything that when in came out like a sprinkler. yuck. Anyway, everything was cool, will be be rawking even more in the future. Yea! Yea!

Versus 2 is over. K.L. here I come...again. Yes I am able.

My parents are arguing as usual. Do you think they'll divorce? They would if they had enough money. But if they had enough money they won't be arguing in the first place. I totally don't the concept of money. Maybe if I had bills to pay then I would. Oh shit. I DO have bills to pay. Oh fuck me.

What am I doing up at this time? It seemed like I make a lot of changes to my blog but it still looks the same. Oh well. Can't wait for Versus 2. Sorry couldn't go to No Black Ties to catch Force Vomit and Tiramisu. Sssouck!

*YaWn!* just got up. Later go work. shiok.

"Jammie likes to sing along to the sound of the falling rain...."

Everyone's rushing for LOTRs. I watched thunderpants instead. Had the whole cinema to myself. LOTRs is for the FXs. Imagination is too powerful to be attached to an image.

My dad is obsessed with the dustbin. Every morning, he gets up, he comes into my room, regardless what I'm doing, usually sleeping thus disturbing my sleep, and clears the rubbish in my dustbin, even thought there's only say....one piece paper in it. Er-uck!

Shit. I got up at 9 to catch the KYTV interview on Art Nation. It was 9 at night. bluggerdash!

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arghh..fuck it. Too lazy to update. Anyway I'm back and it's time to Rock and Roll..........!!!!!!!!!!

Day 8. Wed. 18/12. Here and there. or rather, there and here

- Woke up
- Rained
- When back to sleep
- Woke up
- Rain stopped
- Went down to teh beach
- Rained
- Caught in it
- Rain stopped
- Made it to the beach
- Sucks
- Cracked eggs on my knees and ate them. Had 3 of them.
- Rained
- Rain stopped
- Golden Mermaid looks bronzed.
- When back
- Rained
- Slept
- Rain stopped
- Checked out
- Rained
- Ate
- Rain stopped
- Hat Yai
- "Die Another Day"
- Mucked around
- Packed
- Sleep
- K.L. morrow.

Day 7. Tues 17/12 Songkhla

- Went to Songhkla
_ Amsterdam G.H. is a cool place to stay if you just wanna hang out
- Nothing to do again
- Ate half a watermelon
- Slept.

West Side Salon

- Go to W.S.S. Great band playing classic rock.
- Prices are okay
- Opens 1830 till late
- Eat and Drink your fill and then use their bathroom. (male only)
- While you're taking a piss, the bathroom attendant will take a piece of hot towel on your neck and then proceed to give you a shoulder rub and several back chops.
- NEXT, he will put his hands around your head and chin and give your neck a twist both ways, "cracking" your neck.
- THEN, after you wash your hands, he will hand you another hot towel for you to clean your hands with.
- AFTER you fiinish cleaning your hands, he will ask you to put both your hands behind your neck.
- THEN, he will proceed to lift you up by your elbows and give you one of those "cracks" for your back.
- Feels good but you'll have to be mentally prepared or you'll end up pee-ing on your shoes.
- If you don't want this to happen to you, make sure you wait till some other guy goes into the bathroom FIRST and THEN go in 2 seconds after him.
- This is the main star attraction in Hat Yai.
- Sorry. For guys only.
- Sleep

Day 5 and 6. Sunday 15/12 and Monday 16/12 or now.

- Train ride is/was boringly fun. I'm broke didn't buy anything. How? how? how?
- Spent Sunday morning packing last minute and then siting around doing nothing.
- Train ride in a small cabin.
- Nothing to do here again. Too early to do anything.
- Head is spoinning.
- Need to bath. Too lazy.
- Need to pee. Too lazy.
- Nah I took 2 shits in the train already.
- Wait for West Side Salon and see how tonight.
- When's or Is my review gonna appear in Audioreload???

When I'm super stoned asleep...like 13 hrs in a fucking cranmmed bus...my sub concious mind works over time and creativity flows like a bad diarrahoe. But I can't member them again. FUCK!!!!!!

Day 4. Sat. 14/12

- Didn't sleep. "woke up" super early to help do a "favour" for a friend. Didn't work.
- Met another friend. Finally got to temple to carry out "favour". Had to buy and offer bucket of "stuff" to the monk. Thought..."Finally! Simplicity!". So I got the bucket which had the most stuffs since it was all basic necs like slippers, robes, toothbrush and paste, etc. Ritual was smple too. Yea! Monk gave us some kinda token thingy. Everything's cool. Here's the let-downer. "Token" cost 1.5k B. Fucking hell!!! Shows that "It's all about money".
- Walked around aimlessly. Threw money @ people in exchange for stit.
- Walked around aimlessly again.
- When back home.
- Walked around aimlessly.
Gonna go down to H.Y. morrow afternoon.
Rought summary of trip then , now and soon. Up, Up, Up, Down, Down, Up, Up, Down, Down, Down.

Friday 13/12. Night

- Gal did plets/braids/whatever...1hr...pfffttt! 3 hrs man. While she was getting it done, there was this woman going, "Orange juice 10 baht" over and over again for the whole 3 hrs. Whoa....! Anyway...final product. Sucked stand alone. Yea! Tied up or w/ hair band.
- Still nothing to do. Took a walk down to M.B.K./Siam Square area. Walked for an hour. By the time we got there, everything was close.
Hopped over to Siam Square and there was some Toyota car promotion cum gig thingy. This thai band "Modern Dog" was performing. POwer!!! And teh audience were chanting, "Modern DOg! Modern Dog!" all the way. Why doesn't Baybeats have these kinda shit (except Fishtank). How I knew it was M.D.? I asked the ice-cream kiosk girl and she told me. If I asked anyone back home about our bands, I doubted I'd get this kinda response.
- Just about to go home when we passed "Trendy Bar" and this band was rocking. Stayed for beer and eats. SOlid band. Tuk-ed back for sleep.
- Oh. Scorpions, worms and other crawly thingys for eats. Anyone?

Khao San Road. Day 3. Friday 13/12. FRIDAY the 13th!!!! YEA!!!!

- Reached B.K. around 0930 (or so). Gain stranded away @ nowhere.
- Call to fren...no soap. Grabbed tuk-tuk to K.S. Rd. (ouching 60B but yea...who cares)
- Home @ last. Lek Guesthouse. Cheapest according to some book. No fuss. It's okay. took a stroll before check-in. Couldn't find a single fucking shop to get batt. for watch (which had to die at this time)
- Luckily didn't take the 1800 bus. Met the couple again. They said the driver was shitty and the wheel exploded. (Yea! Yea! to us. lol)
- Friday afternoon. Nothing to do. Eats. Internet. Plets or braids for gal.

En route and FINALLY Bangkok

- Got onthe bus at 1900hrs. Fucking Hell!!! 1 (one) whole hour of just doing nothing but waiting for the bus to leave. Toilet stank the place (when it was open) and 2 other guys smelt of rabbit piss (who frequented the toilet, frequently) . (Luckily there were a few seats away from us.) and NO leg room again (Seat's fault)
- Slept all the 13-14 hrs.

En route to and @ Hat Yai Day 2. Thurs 12/12

- Pen. Left at 0930 (40 Ring). 13 hrs. Yea Ball!!!. It's only about 8 hrs. PLUS all the super long stops. The 2 guys infront were real asses. Brought their seats all the way down leabing us with NO leg room at all (Not that we needed any in the first place. Bags took them all up).
- By the time we reached H.Y., it was around 1730 (or so). Expected the bus to drop us in the city itself but I guessed wrong. Some kinda new bus terminal appeared out of nowhere and we were about an hour's walk away from town. Didn't want to risk my socks getting wet because of the rain so grabbed the 1900 to B.K. (650 Baht). Wanted to get the 1800 (to follow the a couple we briefly met who was going up too) but it was full. (I think city would have been cheaper.
- Krabi is about 450B and 4 hrs. Nothing about Trang. (Yo! D.!)

Road Trip # 1Travel Log
Day 1 (or night rather) Wed 11/12

- Train to Kranji
- 170 to Woodlands Check pt. Evryone was fucking rushing to get down from the bus for what I have no fucking idea.
- Larkin. By the time we reached Larkin Bus Terminal in J.B. No busses were left to go to Hay Yai. Buses were only 1700hrs and 1930hrs. (Yo D.!)
- Grabbed bus to K.L. @ 2230 (20 Ring). They (wtf!) said there are busses to H.Y. all night round. Screw them. By the time we reached K.L. (w/ no warning at all), it was 0300. Busses my ass. But suprisingly yje "taxi!-taxi!-cab!-hotel!" people were super active. Luckily Anuja was there (tTip from Cathay Guesthouse). Wasted one night there. (Bloody hell! As I'm writing this my cig. burnned out super fast. Must be the weather or that I'm writing real slow.)

Guess what..Guess what..Guess what..???? I'm in Bangkok now. On the way from K.L. to HatYai, the two guys in front me were assholes, bringing their seats all the way down leaving us no leg room at all...(not that we be needed any in the first place). Then from Hat Yai to B.K. the toilet in the bus stank and two other guys in the bus smelt of rabbit piss...yuck. pics when I get back. Need to compress them. Sorry couldn't go to the Deadline gig, De-genderalize, and that gig at substation...any any others. Super rush trip dudes. BlaRg!

Man...talk about pot calling the kettle black. When jealousy and rage takes over...anything can happen. Woot!

>>>>HEARTBURN!!!!!!! Hershey!!!!!! arargghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>>~slaps self~
>>>>Oi! Exercise some self-control abit ah.....
>>>>Maybe it's cos I'm not wearing a shirt and feeling a little ......naked.....

This is it. Last jam of the year. Cos I know the next time I'm ever gonna jam again with me band will be next year. Ten years and still not settled down. I suck. You suck. everybody suck. bLaRgGheD!

I'm so bored. I think this is the perfect time to die.

"I'm bored of life, Bored to Death"

Right now, I'm feeling........

I'm bored. I'm confused. I'm messy. In disarray.
What to do?
I'm broke. I'm dirty. Took a bath. I'm lazy.
What to do?
Feeling sian. Hershey, Kit-Kat all over again.
Hot and bothers. Cold and sniffing.
Fingers all numb. Brain feels dumb.
Deadline! Deadline! Self deadline.
Block! Block! Open your mind.
Running here, running there. Staying in the same place.
Smelly underwear. So dumb.
I suck. I'm plasticblackspecs.

I so, so, so, so, so...hate the Carlsberg advertisement. So fucking Yuppie. So fucking Slutty. So fucking Richy. I've got none of them. So fucking sucky. hate hate hate hate hate.

No sleep again. Got that eck feeling in the body again. Off to Baybeats later

The last time I tried to put everything together, blogspot screwed up real bad, so now I'm putting this Questionaire from Jeremy. of KYTV and Tiramisu in many, many different posts. BLoUck!

Here's to Jeremy. Sorry can't make it to the gig on that day.


1) Compete this sentence. A deadline is....
when a line just stops dead..(is it?)

2) When and what is your next deadline?
pretty soon. i think this weekend or Monday latest. STOP PROCRASTINATING!!!!

3) What would a world without deadlines be like?
Relaxed

4) What is your favourite line? (Can be any line from a movie, song, book, motto or phrase etc)
Right now? Fucking Hell!!! Other time? That kinda thing/The thing is.../What...all

5) What is your favourite ‘line’ word or sentence? (Any phrase or word with ‘line’ in it. eg: flat line, sideline, draw the line, line dancing)
I like the band Robben Ford and the Thin Blue Line.

6) Complete the paragraph below.
Come to my place (lazy to go out) at 3 (it's always 3 or 4)o’clock, at the my place lah. Take off your shoes and I will show you my stuffs. You lazy?? I ya...dun like that lah....

7) Complete this sentence. Singapore is full of (Yesh!!!)Shit, Crap, Fuckheads, Assholes, Rich Fucks, Motherfucking assholes (did I say assholes?), Tight Assed people, Close-minded freaks, All-you-care-about-is-if-you-look-good-enough-to-the-rest-of-the-world people, diversed but un-united groups, arrogant "I-need-to-feed-my-ego" bastards, too many guitarist, not enough vocalist that can sing the blues progression, kan-chiong spiders, kiasu..no OVER kiasu people, Singaporeans..

8) How do you like your eggs done?
Edible, thank you.

9) What is the only significant difference between a human and an egg?
We can play the guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, tamborine, harmonica, sing..etc. An egg just sits there looking good.

10) Are you a
a) quitter or a stayer?
b) and why?
I'd stay but the only reason I'll quit is if I can't walk into a supermarket and enjoy shopping for stuff and not being hussle around by people rushing to buy things 'cos it's cheap or on sale....Damn!!! It's already happenning at "Giant" at Parkway! I'm moving...

11)Complete the sentence. The purpose of my life is………….
*sings* Too have a good tiii...ime. We're gonna play some foot stomping music, Everybody get into the grooo..ove yea!

Thanks for the good time guys.

Finally! The final installments of Stasis V pics. I need more practice doing this. YuCkOucH! .

Why my dad always have to go thru my stuff? Hell I'm finiding a job and moving out. Muahahaha!!!!!!!

Alot of shit in my nose. i'm picking, no DIGging it clean. funny how come only one hole is dig-able and the other is not. I think I shall take one of those "ask alot of questions" question thingy but I'm too lazy. Hell, I'm even too lazy to take a shit or go to sleep now. It's fucking almost 4 in the morning and I have to get up b4 the bank closes morrow err...later. Youch!

I hate it when I look at women in bikinis, getting a tan and trying to look good but find out that they can't even swim. YuCkS!

I've eaten, ate, and eat again. Bloated. I look back at my old site and I feel down right embarresed my this one. I can do better but I'm just too lazy. I'm procrastinating. I'm slacking. I've got writer's block. I'm not even writing. I have to write. My mind is block. Run around. Get things done. Too lazy. E-Z link sucks money. ka-ching in me bank. ka-tong in me pockets. Rambling on. Rambling man. I just wanna jam.

Some people are just not cut out for their work. Talk about it. I don't even have a job. bLaRg!

Some people just don't have what it takes to survive in the working world and needs an easy 9-5, sit behind the desk job. So sad, but it was expected looking at the past. The past IS your present, and will be your future. I'm a bum but I ain't talking about me. sssssssssSSSSSSS- UCK. Tsssshhhhh

A little more pics of Stasis V .

Pictures of Surreal at Stasis Here.
They're only thumbnails cos I dun have much space but if anyone wants the full pics of them just shout and I'll pass them to you.

More of Stasis when I have the time or when i get better at this. And why is my font screwed up???? BlArg!!!!

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