Monday, May 09, 2005
*Alive?
it's 8.44 in the morning. inside nelson's iwad class.
am i dead? or am i not?
*checks myself*
good...i'm still alive...damn...this few weeks have been hectic. projects, tests and whatever shit. huh...in 7 days, exams. feels like i'm dead though. look out, my head may explode soon.
*checks wallet and pockets*
hmph. i'm broke. i think i got 4 dollars somewhere. *looks around* huh...everything is spent on jamming. yeah! music is my life! you assholes who don't like it can deal with Obscure Phionix's noise and my menacing guitar licks!
already completed the 11th lyric for Obscure. threw out 6 so left with 5. believe me, the other 6 were crap.
my guitar skills getting better. thanks to Obscure Phionix. we're pushing ourselves to get better. and when we started out i didn't even know how to palm mute. now i can!
wishing for a Schecter guitar. the black cherry S-1 Elite. heard is costs around 900. less than 1000. Duncan Designed humbucker pickups. TonePros locking bridges. my kinds of guitar. maybe will buy after NS.
first time i heard Debb aka the Burpster's voice, on saturday. heard her recording of her own guitar playing. i can say that it's good. she's talented. but i guess she's got no time? i don't know. she can do better.
hide fans are experiencing the worst event. they may close hide's museum. fuck. i wish i could murder that museum curator and take the museum to my hands. fuck! create a donation drive to keep it open asshole!
fake fans are around. yeah. posuers. fakers. whatever you call them. they don't appreciate the music only the person. fuck you all!
mat and minahs are still alive. yeah. fuck! hoping they'll all die soon.
i have no time for gigs. fuck. i'm missing out on the moshing. no, i don't skank! i don't believe in a move where everyone is doing the same thing. and they're not coordinated. i rather punch someone's eye out without a care in a mosh pit. bleargh...last time i gig i went to was Tribute to Gods of Metal I. oh. that time Apro got his head spun around. choked by someone. and hugged by a Micheal Jackson impersonator.
i'm much happier than i was before.
but at the same time. i'm depressed.
i'm getting older.
i'm thinking about 2nd year. at least the usual people are around. looking forward to that.
awaiting the opening of Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. hoping that will be good. ah fuck. since when Star Wars wasn't?
Princess.
may not blog for awhile due to exams. so. yeah.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
tied to the testing of wills, when my heart breaks and spillsleft to the sight of the sky, in your arms i'm definedthrown to the wolves in minds of your enemies (minds of your enemies)and i'm stone in the eyes, of your foolishness.well if this is what i'm meant for, no longer interestingfall forward to even the score, just a thought to you.and i'm nothing more, than a line in your book.please someone help me, i'm dying here in front of youwith a hundred thousand lights, timing as everything willwith a hurndred thousand lights, timing, timing is everything to me.will you look at me, will you look at me, will you look at mewhich time that i have wronged?
GORE.8:45 AM