Happy New Year Freakos!

HAPPY NEW YEAR FREEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Havin a small gatherin now with a couple of close friends.....not into the whole jammed packed party club thing...so this will do just fine for me.

Get your freak on! Woo hooooooooooooooooooo.....

Had a truly amazing weekend. I feel like I'm in a whole new phase in life after that...but at the same time, it feels wonderful.

In time, I will let it out piece by piece over here and you'll see what I mean.

Have a great "cold wet" holiday ahead.

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The first band that I was actually in, was...believe it or not...a Thrash Metal band. Back then, I couldn't play an instrument and besides....the guys in my class were turnin me on to thrash metal music. They would rave bands like...Sodom, Exodus, Kreator, Testament all about to me. So when they decided to form a band..they let me in. Simply because they don't really know anyone else who could memorize all their favourite thrash metal bands' songs....except me. But I had a major setback.
I didn't know how to sing in a "Thrash Metal" way....let alone keepin in key. Told ya back then I didn't know shit about music.

Soon, we started designin our band's logo. We would change them everyday....I guess....it's just the thrill and excitement of comin with a brand new one all the time. And everyday we would list down the songs that we wanna jam to...which of course were all thrash metal songs.

I forgot what was the band's name at that time...but I know it's somethin not worth to remember about I guess. Blah!

One day, we were in class discussin what songs to jam to....as usual...when right of the blue, I suggested we should try a hand at "November Rain"....a popular Guns N Roses tune at that time, which I was dyin to try out....I guess I was bloody sick of playin Thrash metal music all the time. And as soon I blurted that out...they all looked at me if I have said somethin really sinful and deadly wrong....you know...the.."What the fuck did you just say??" kinda look.

Uh oh...this is NOT good. At all....I thought to myself.

And sure enough, 2 days later, they got rid of me. Another plus reason was that I was seein this girl in school. She was this hot rocker chick who was a little older than most of us due to the fact that she keep repeatin her same secondary level. I guess she's too busy rockin out and bein cool instead of focusin on her exams. Anywaysssss....I started seein her and the guitarist in that Thrash Metal band that I was in wasn't pleased at all with that. Apparently, he too had the hots for her and he was furious simply because she chose me instead of him. I don't know the fuck why cause back then I was a total geek but yeah she did.

Provin to Saph wasn't the only reason I wanted to pick up the guitar. After hearin Alice In Chains' "Jar Of Flies", I knew I wanted to pick up and play an acoustic guitar. I guess after hearin that album, I was more intrigue with the acoustic guitar rather than an electric guitar. Truly at that time, that "Jar Of Flies" album was everythin to me. Now, here is a hard rock band which played lotsa dirty heavy riffs and out of a sudden they release an EP full of beautiful acoustic songs. Deliciously clever move.

So yeah I did. Went up to my dad and told him I wanted to enrol myself in Yamaha to learn how to play. And 2 months later, I was in fuckin Yamaha learnin all the scales and silly shit like that. but the thing is, I was plain lazy. Too lazy enough to practice and memorize my scales and chord progressions. Soon, I was strugglin to get through the lessons. Everyone would play easily as the weeks went by, and there I was....tryin hard to figure out what the flyin fuck is goin on here in class. There was even once the guitar teacher gave me a blank "what the fuck look" when I requested him to show me on how to play "Stairway To Heaven".

In less than a month, I bailed. Quit my ass out of Yamaha. Hell.....didn't know that wantin to rock was really so damn tough....I thought to myself...but heck...there got to be an easier way out than this to learn how to play.

I met Vel when I was out in the courts with the guys in school playin street soccer one day. He had an acoustic guitar with him. Soon after the match, he sat down, took out the guitar out from the guitar case and played. Fuck. It was simply amazing.

"Teach me!"

He laughed.

"Teach me!"

"Sure. Sure. But thats if only you're dead serious about it." He blinked.

"Yes! Yes! I am! I am!"

From then on, we would meet up after school, under a void deck and there he was teachin the basic ropes on bein a guitar player. Shit....it was way much better than what Yamaha was teachin me! And sure enough, the very first song I learned how to play on the acoustic guitar was...."Stairway To Heaven".

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I remember my mum used to play all these retro hits on the radio through the afternoons at home. That was probably my first taste in music itself. Billy Idol, WHAM!, The Police, The Bangles, Debbie Gibson....you know stuff like that..their music were ringing away around the house. Back then, I didn't what rock music is really all about....well maybe with the exception of rock ballads where radio stations are fond of playin.

It was in my early Secondary school life I think when I first heard Led Zep's "Coda" album. It just simply blew my mind off. Jimmy Page played like a motherfucker like no other. His riffs are pure classics. After a few heavy dosage rounds of that album, I found myself hummin away to the riffs....simply simply awesome stuff.

Saph was a guy whom we all (the boys that is...) love to envy. He was the only guy who we knew knows his Rock music by hard....it's like Rock was his fuckin religion or somethin. Girls simply just fall to their slutty knees just by glancing away at him. Well, best of all....he was the ONLY one in class who knew how to play the guitar....

"Bro, could you play the great long solo on "Communication Breakdown?"

"Fuck. You gotta be jokin! Thats easy shit man..."

"How abut "November fuckin' Rain"?"

"Are you kiddin me??!! Anyone who doesn't know how to catch that song should be rightly shot dead in the head!!!!"

Yep. He made us all look like and feel like fools. Who could really blame him anyways....he could play.....I was bloody dying to learn. Fuck. If only I could play like Saph....then maybe I could rock the fuck away in the bright hot sun like Jimmy fuckin Page where everyone could see me....not to forget the chicks swarmin all over me too.

Then one day, someone actually brought a guitar to school. I was sweatin with excitement knowin that THERE WILL be some guitar playin action. But I wasn't the only one. A few other guys in the gang were overjoyed knowin that a bloody guitar was around in school. Maybe, like me, they dun have one at home to fiddle around with and maybe, yes...just like me, we are all dyin Saph to play a fine good rock tune. So, yes...finally...finally. So, one of us got hold of it and we all brought it to Saph.

"Here dude, play somethin!"

He gave us a weak smile. There we were....gleamin away like sick little puppies to our Guitar Rock god...waitin for some thunderous riffs that he's gonna bestow upon us. He picked it up and started to pluck away the first 2 strings.

"I can't man. I simply can't. Not today. Sorry guys." he told us while putting the guitar down.

"Why not? Come on, any song will just do. Play somethin...." I begged.

"Nope. The guitar's out of tune anyway."

"Then tune it!" I said while handed the guitar back to him.

He held it up for a second or two and handed it right back at me.

"Not today ok!" he screamed at us and just simply walked away.

Two days later, I ran into Saph's elder brother (yep...same school....) in the canteen durin recess. I told him about what happened.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!e!! I should have been there man! I have been keepin it all to myself this while cause I dun wanna shame him like that. Wanna know somethin? That little shit head brother of mine DOESN"T know shit on how to play like he claims to!!! Fuck...you guys got fucked!"

From that moment on....not only Saph lost my great respect...but he became a donkey dick ass fucker to the whole gang.

I was still determined to learn on how to play like Jimmy fuckin Page...then maybe this time around not only I could boast to the others but unlike Saph....I could show them as well....and of course...not to forget....the fine lovely chicks in school too....
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Drugs were never my thing. Never fancy them. Never tried them...well, except one time....I smoke 2 or 3 puffs of pot. Woke up the next mornin realising how fuckin silly was all that. Fuck...you called that cool? Fools more like it.

I guess at the most, cigarettes are my only downfall....which i terribly regret pickin it up in the first place.

I remember when I was in primary 6 when I got my first taste in smoking. There was this rocker chick in school whom then I thought she was the coolest chick that I have ever seen in my whole life....she's even cooler than the rest of the guys(that includes me....) and besides she's one of the few(and the only chick) I know of who smokes. To me, that was sooooo rock n' roll.

One day, she brought me and another guy schoolmate of ours to a carpark nearby after school. And when we finally found a hidden getaway corner spot, she undo her top buttons of her school uniform blouse. Simply because she had hidden a whole pack of cigarettes in the middle of her lacy white bra....well, back then...there were the small packs of cigarettes so they quite small to be hidden away just like that.

We were stoked...lookin very much like idiots with our mouths wide open....droolin....watchin her doin just that. It's like watchin porn for the very first time.

"So you guys wanna try smokin a stick?"

"YEAH!"

Fuck. I mean...the cigarettes that she givin us are from her FUCKIN BREASTS!!!! REAL BREASTS!!!!

Ha. So yeah...so I guess the habit goes all the way back from there.

Three years ago, I bumped into her recently and we have been great friends ever since. She just laughed out loud whenever I remind her about the whole silly episode on how I first tasted nicotine comin straight off from her chest.

Give me fuckin break.....I was into puberty at that time.

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Went jammin with the Utopia boys on sunday. Drummed my ass off. Felt good. We came up with a whole brand new of ideas and riffs. Hot as shit. Can't wait to fix through them again.

Work has been shit. My boss gave us that whole "You're not tryin and givin yr very best" talk once again. Tired of that bull. Wake up and smell the roses....I basically stayed back in the office till 3am yesterday....so whats all that about.

Whatever.

Alright...in my last post, I stated that I was goin to write some stuff about my life. So here goes....

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My attitude was shit years ago. I would always be late for appointments. Always. Couldn't give a hoot about timing.
I would even come really late (as far as an hour) for band practices.

"Hey...you are late again!"

"Fuck you!"

And thats basically my simple explaination to them for being late I guess. Sometimes, I would even leave the band practices halfway through without uttering a single word to them if I really feel that the band is not progressing at all or they are not playin the songs they way I wanted them to. I would just packed my guitar and all up and just......well, leave.

Yeah....basically I was an ass. Maybe the thought of "I'm the one who started out this fuckin band, leadin them out"....gave me the sense of power to do anythin I want to I guess.

When my (then) girlfriend broke up with me, it got even worse. I went on a spree. In the dating circuit. I couldn't give a fuck about knowin her personality or what's her favourite colour is all about....let alone her full name....as long she's good looker, I would just go out with her. I guess the breakup was hard for me to swallow then.

Steamin hot lesbians(yes....2 at a go), Waitresses, MILFs, a mental woodbridge patient (I didn't know that she was in that mental state till she called me up one day from woodbridge), other guys' girlfriends etc....And if you think thats terribly horrible wrong enough, I would often go out with them for a week and I'll get lost and stay far away from them after I get really sick of them.

I would bring a different girl to every gig. Once I even brought 2 of them (by accident of course) at the same gig.

So yeah, I got screwed.

But I got to see a real catfight.

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Sorry for a short one. Wish could write more but gtg and besides that was just an introduction I guess. Ha.

Gtg. More up soon.