its metal-fish!
run to the GILLS!

yeah anyway.
its 2 more weeks to my birthday.
i wanted to get every1 to skip school to go have fun all day long but fulin din want to.
he'll be in thailand anyway.
so i suppose the rest of the guys wont skip school either.
ah fuck them.

they're celebrating on saturday instead i suppose.
i wonder who i'll be asking.
fulin, definitely.
william, definitely.
ccl, definitely.
nod, definitely.
cm?
yuxuan?
fabian?
wilson?

anyway, on the day itself i'll ask along my poly frens, probably.
whoever is willing to skip school.
it'll be my day.
i'll do whatever I want, and whoever pisses me off is fucked.
no, i'm only like this on my birthday.
i treat my birthday very seriously.
its MY day.

anyway... i wonder what i should do then.
i'm probably not gonna remember it anyway.
i'll be so damn drunk i'll be puking all over the place.
i'll be doing whatever i want and fuck the consequences.

oh yeah.
candice and han fen offered to get HAHA! tattooed all over my forearm as a birthday present.
its fucking hilarious, but duh i'm not doing it.
lol maybe 1 day i'll be cool enough to do tattoos like kerry king's.

i'm getting my bass on my birhday btw.
i camped over at bruce's that day for mrm.
i hate susanne chan btw.
and i fiddled with his bass.
i still have no idea what to do with 1.
but i can play the intro of smoke on the water.
lol.

it seems like a fucking tradition, innit?
get guitar.
learn smoke on the water.
learn stairway.
learn freebird and choke on the solo.
OD or choke on your puke and die young.
recipe for being a legend.
honestly, die young=legend.
look at it.
janis joplin.
jimi hendrix.
kurt cobain.
jim morrison.
dead (black metal vocalist from mayhem)

come to think of it, how many people from this list do you know, anyway.
its kinda stupid to write in a form of a conversation to you when you dont know what i'm talking about.
maybe i should start writing stuff in the form of a conversation with myself.

"hello, me.
meet the real me.
in my misfit's way of life."

right.
i wonder how many people got that joke anyway.

sometimes i feel my humour is lost in translation.
even when i make references to songs that are so famous that they're LEGEND.
(and that was a reference to a bob marley album, btw.)

i mean.
rmb the clip of the simpsons?
the church was tricked into singing in a gadda da vida by bart.
the pianist played until she dropped dead.
no1 i knew got the joke.
anyway, in a gadda da vida is a very famous psychedelic song with a distinctive bass intro.
which has been stolen by nas twice, actually.
its famous for being so long, actually.
its so long so the joke was the pianist played the lengthy organ solo and dropped dead from exhaustion.

yeah anyway.
i now think that my hair looks like bruce dickinson's after he cut his hair.
that's a bad thing, methinks.
he used to look like this.




he looked more classic metal, actually.

now his hair looks like this.



he still is my god, but he looks slightly retarded.
like me, i suppose?
ah well.

anyway harder keeps bugging for me to sign up for facebook anyway.
what's the fucking fantastic deal about it?
its just another social network, innit?
i'd join if they had an anti poser detector.
it'll scan your itunes for any cringe-worthy crap and if any is found you'll be banned.
which reminds me of something i still dont understand.
idk if its wilson or ervin.
keeps itunes in his com yet leaves it empty.
doesnt really listen to music 24 7 like me, i suppose.

anyway watch this.



dave grohl (foo fighters, and formerly nirvana).
he's doing it on purpose, of course.
its fucking hilarious.
especially his "solo".
and listen to stairway btw.
the lyrics are beautiful.

oh yeah and guess what happened.
my mum came into my room.
picked up my copper's uniform.
her: "What are you gonna do with this?"
me "dunno yet"
her: "don't do anything with it. my client's a police inspector"
me: "why not?"
her: "i'll destroy you."

i obviously got really pissed, so here's exactly what i said.
"no you fucking wont. you cant fucking destroy me. i'll fucking kill you."

and no, i wasn't being exceptionally rude.
i talk like that all the time.
anyway if she tampers with my copper's Robe Of Shame™ i swear i'll slaughter her.
i'm being serious.
i'll literally life her up and throttle her within an inch of her life.

fuck it.
i'm pissed and i have work to do anyway.

oh yeah. she just came in again.
i told her:
don't threaten to destroy me. if you do that again, i WILL destroy YOU. i don't like it.
and the lil' bitch turned off the modem.
fuck her.

Hollow years, by dream theatre.

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

oh yeah. i just HAD to dig up the vid for this.
its not very metal.
its kinda poppy actually.
but still, its fucking AMAZING.
now who says i cant listen to slower music?