Random crap and Chinese Democracy

Hello.

Yes, hello.

That's all I can type right now. Writer's block.

- 2 hours later -

Finally, something to talk (type) about...

Firstly, I would like to say sorry to the people I nearly killed today. Yes, killed (depends of your perspective...)

I only recognize two of you so, here goes. Sorry Ivan and Jamin. You two may not know me but I'm sorry for nearly killing the both of you anyway.

I also apologize to the others I nearly killed. I'm sorry but I don't know any of you.

If anyone reading this has to know, I nearly 'killed' them because of a wheelchair and an elevator.

You see, I always volunteer to push Javeny because I get to drift in the Upper Sec. blocks corners (four in total) but today the elevator was out of electricity and I had to turn back. As I turned back, I suddenly felt the urge to wank and being the bastard I am, dashed through the corridor despite the huge crowd of form fours and (a few) form fives.

Now, the Chinese Democracy part of the post.

Axl Rose. You. Owe. Us. Fans. Big. Time.

YOU PROMISED US CHINESE DEMOCRACY IN THE 90's!

Give it to us!

We need more masterpieces (ala Welcome To The Jungle)!

And if you do get your thumb out of your ass, give the Chinese Democracy songs kick ass guitar solos. I mean, nowadays, modern 'guitar solos' are so short that, if printed, the tabs would fit on a normal six inch long ruler. BRING BACK GUITAR SOLOS THAT, WHEN PRINTED, WOULD SPAN OVER METERS OF MEASURING TAPE!

Sorry about the shouting. Chinese Democracy has been delayed for fourteen years. Axl is beginning to piss me off.

Out.

Twiggy(s)?

Today went without occasion so I shall blog about random crap.

Be warned, this truly is randomness true form.

This morning, I woke up at 6:00 (as usual) and saw something on the dining table...


TWIGGIES!

Now, a year ago, this would've meant nothing, but after exposure to Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson, it does.

What that hell do they do to make Twiggies?

Do they compress mini Twiggy Ramirez people into chunks of bread?


Yes, I ate Twiggy for breakfast. I'm now a cannibal. Although I'm now worried that he might take his Gibsons and Fenders (from NIN) and rip my stomach open.

I warned you. This was to be random. Random you got.

Trent Reznor is a god among musicians. He had Twiggy with him for two and a half years.

How kick ass is that?

I can't decide who I prefer Twiggy or Danny Lohner.

Jerome Dillon or Josh Freese? (Chris Vrenna is hands down the BEST(EST) drummer to ever live. He is an over-qualified drummer)

Screw Aaron North. Robin Finck is back.

Vimala Matthews suck.

To the girl I have a crush on: Those cursed two years are all that stops me from stalking you...

Marilyn Manson - give Twiggy back to NIN. You can take Rich Fownes away from us, but not Twiggy.

I finally bought a Fender Precision Bass. It now sits next to my Fender American Standard Strat.

Edit: Sorry, forgot something.

Out.

Fuck Hectic Schedules

As the title clearly states, FUCK HECTIC SCHEDULES!

Today really sucked, thanks to you, Jasmine Tan. Bloody hell. I'm pretty sure you're tarnishing the bad name we established for 1P last year. But, today, I forgive you as I have more 'urgent' crap to rant about.

What is it? you may ask. It is the fucking yearbook...

I don't have pictures as I have shredded it and burnt the remains but you could find pictures at 'Godlike Jun Ian' and 'Randomly Peako's blogs. They kick ass on their own anyway.

Firstly, the cover. It was already stated on Peako's blog that it would've been a great piece of work if the designer created the picture on his/her own or snapped the photo themselves. This, however, is highly unlikely, and already gives a legible subject of flaming.

Secondly, the introduction of the 'book' is hardly visible. Normally, I like to read through just to see how much the writers are willing to suck up to Matthews - this time, I can't even see a damn thing for sure. Hell, they could be flaming her and randomly cursing on the page. (Maybe they're just repeating the lines "OMG! ROFL! LOL! XD!" over and over again, no one would know it)

Look within and you realize, the book is beyond redemption. Jesus himself probably couldn't do a thing about the hideous piece of crap. For within lies another problem, NO WORDS!

Tell me, what the FUCK is the point of giving English lessons if no body seemed to write a fucking thing in the damn book! As far as I am concerned, the book is a waste of paper. Utter crap.

The photos. Initially, most would think that no one could fuck it up. But our beloved principal is eternally innovative and can seem to find endless ways to screw things up. They misspelled a SHITLOAD of names... Shit, even the form 5 class pages were screwed up by the new yearbook format.

Just a note, Lat comics may be easy to read through but that doesn't mean that the format is entirely practical in most cases.

If you've made it this far, I congratulate you. Most of the time, I annoy people before they can reach this far. If you hated my ranting, I'm sorry for wasting five minutes of your time. Just come to school and break my nose. My legs too maybe. Please try to break my fingers. Yes, I'm a masochist.

Out.

Pessimism and random crap...

Pessimism - what a beautiful word.

The word perfectly describes the content of my demented mind; warped by the likes of Stephen King and Anne Rice. Pennywise will own you all in the future - just wait and see.

After writing the last two lines, I realized how much I love writing on free topics. I mean, how much better can writing get? Just writing on whatever the fuck you feel like spewing out. Spamming kicks ass. By the way, the blogger post creator sucks, whoever the hell designed it should be hung upside down and have his/her nuts/breasts chopped off (underline applicable fields)

Which brings me to something I have looked forward to for a long time, a new NIN tour! (In case, you don't know, NIN is short for Nine Inch Nails) Anyone who has flipped through my iPod would know that I am a NIN nutjob, having nothing much besides NIN and KISS. Even then, the NIN stuff far outweighs the KISS...

Just about three weeks ago, Trent Reznor (NIN is a one-man band, thus, Reznor is NIN) announced on the official NIN wordpress blog that he will be touring for 2008. No name has been given for the tour but everyone presumes that it is meant to coincide with their new album, Ghosts I-IV. After reading the dates, I started jumping around and was about to bug the folks when I read further. Damn it, only in the United States... Fucking bummer, that piece of news...

Which made me realize. Malaysia has played host to very few decent musicians - and even then, no decent rock or metal bands have come; the only decent musicians who performed here I can name are Gwen Stefani, Celine Dion and only one or two others. Who cares about Jaclyn Victor? Screw Siti Nurhaliza! Fuck them all! The local organizers need to call in real bands... And no, the Gaystreet Boys do not count, in case you thought of asking...

Call FOO FIGHTERS!

KISS!

NINE INCH NAILS!

MARILYN MANSON!

They are all still alive and active. Nobody's dead (come on, they all played last year; KISS played this year) yet! Have the authorities decided to ignore the pleas of Malaysians who listen to loud music? Why can't they just pull the bands in? Hell, it may even attract foreigners...

Trent, I know it is unlikely that you will be even glancing at a mere link to my blog, but if you are reading this somehow, please answer the cries of some of us Malaysian fans. It is already hard enough to find any NIN album. Maybe the number of NIN albums in Malaysia will rise if you paid a visit.

If you have read this far, I sincerely thank you. I know I suck at ranting. I just had nothing better to do. If you hated this post just punch me and break my nose in school.

Out.