Beautiful love

Geek in the pink

Jubilation

There is no better feeling than pulling off a wicked sick groove or fill on stage with your band.

Thanks to all you mofuggers who came to support us again!

Shoutout to Fysh and Evie, who has been here for EVERY SINGLE ONE of our gigs.

PSA

Thursday. 17th May 2007. 2100 hours (or 9pm for you fools who didn’t serve NS). Cathay. Ben and Jerry’s. Top40s. Come kthx.

On a side note, something to ponder upon… How did blogs evolve from an online diary to a online photo diary to an online scandal/sex-life/provocative diary?

Something else to ponder on… does blogging in a provocative manner or about provocative topics make you cool because it gives you e-rep or e-cookies?

Hmm.

Nah. Fuck that.

My blog’s not provocative, its not scandalous, neither is it er… something bad. But eh nabei jibai (no more cheebyes because it sounds too ang mor. jibai sounds more singaporean pls.) my blog is sibei kanpua kaopeh what so people like to read. If I start blogging about how some jibai wants to implement some jibai laws to make us work hard bla bla bla pros and cons bla bla bla economical slum bla bla lampah I think everybody will just alt-f4 (or cmd-q on macs) my blog lah naohiah.

So, limpeh never blog about that lansai. Limpeh blog about how come lantiu fella did some lantiu thing that made limpeh very dulan so limpeh kao peh kao bu. Then in the end also lan lan suck thumb.

Jibai.

Wishlist

Dear Santa,

I know Christmas isn’t around the corner yet, but seeing how you didn’t give me my fucking 14×6 Craviatto Solid Shell snare last year, I figured I could ask for something now and hopefully get it.

If you read my blog Santa, please get me a set of LP bongos:

and the matching djembe as well..

Don’t worry, I’ll get the bongo stand and djembe sling myself. Oh don’t forget the padded cases for the djembe and bongos okay Santa?

p/s: I still want my craviatto solid shell, my k mastersounds, my k custom medium ride and that k splash. oh and my 12″ black panther steel snare.

pp/s: like now.

ppp/s: or I’ll kill you.

pppp/s: just kidding haha.

Sales and irritating customers

So I’ve been working at Yamaha for what… close to 2 months? And I can safely say I’ve seen all sorts of people, ranging from the mundane boring kind to the really fucking spastic kind, all the way to all the usual fucking poseurs that treat the Plaza Singapura Yamaha as their personal stage/play ground.

For the convenience of my dear readers, and to piss all the fuckers who’re reading my blog, and fall right into the following category, I’ve categorized them into a few categories, but I’ll only post a bunch to save time.

Type 1 – The Greedy Fuckwits, F.B.I, Gian Peng Pubors
Description: The kind of customers who aren’t satisfied that they’re getting 10% Yamaha Member discount, or 13% Yamaha Student discount, yet still request for freebies, and make noise when informed that we do not have any free gifts for them.

Type 2 – The Naggy Uncle/Aunty, Sibei Kiasi
Description: The kind of customers who come in with their pampered and (obviously) spoilt kids, trying out every single fucking instrument and wasting hours of our time. These customers are the ones who ultimately tell us, “I want to get this particular instrument, but I want a new piece.” And when informed that all our instruments are on display and are in perfect fucking condition, they tell us that “But this instrument has a defect see, here! One scratch.” followed by “I think I’ll buy another brand.”

Aiyah fuck off lah if you’re so fucking rich then don’t bother trying out so many guitars, buy them all lah. If you think I’m lying to you that no other shop stocks this brand, then fucking go and FIND them, then buy them. Fucking useless shits.

Type 3 – The Poseurs/Goth-wannabes/Mats/Ginnapis
Description: Nuff said eh? These are the faggots who come in dressed up in their full poseur attire, complete with chains, eye liner, and ugly accessories who think that just because they can play Metallica or GNR on guitar, they’re Petru-fucking-cci, or if that they can pull off pathetically jerky and off-time rolls, they’re Mike fucking Portnoy.

Fuck off pussies because my single hand roll can own your pathetic double hand rolls any fucking day, and my doubles will put you to shame. My time-keeping and my groove? Well they’ll probably make you cream your fucking tight pants, and all you idiots’ll probably fucking worship me, and I wouldn’t want that, because I wouldn’t want to be associated with morons like you. If you can’t afford it, don’t get it. And if you’re not getting it, don’t try it. Simple as that. If you’re not trying it, then fuck off from the shop assflutes.

Type 4 – The Student/The boyfriend
Description: These are the kind of idiots who come into the shop with their classmates, or with some girl, then proceed to “show off” on the keyboards or the guitars, and occasionally on the drums. Sadly, their riffs fall right smack down and backfire on them because 90% of Yamaha staff are proficient or professional musicians. Play GNR on guitars and the staff’ll smoke you upside down. Play stupid rolls on the drumset and I’ll smoke you by playing rudiments all around the kit. Play stupid gay-assed songs on the keyboard, and Yamaha’s very own Josh Groban’ll throw in some jazz and blues and make you feel like a grade 1 pianist. In short, fuck off kthxdie.

Type 5 – The idiot who didn’t have formal education
Description: Simply put, the kind of customer who thinks that they can fool us by coming back without a receipt, or with an item that they obviously damaged, and try to get a refund or to change for another item. When informed that they need a receipt or that they can’t do an exchange/refund, they proceed to throw a huge-assed tantrum and claim that the cashiers did not issue a receipt to them.

Well too fucking bad losers, because all cashiers are taught from day 1 to give BOTH nets/mastercard slip along with the shop receipt to the customer. So hey hey, no refund, no exchange for you fools. Suck it up assfucks.

Oh if by any chance, the two fucking kids who bought that MXR pedal are reading my blog now, fuck you two assflutes too. If you’re so gian about a $5 difference in price, then don’t buy a fucking MXR pedal, go get yourself some bicycle pedals or something because you’re obviously too gian to spend money on your fucking instrument. Fucking kids.

End.

Photo-whoring… not.

Hello dear readers (or lack of), I have been (b)inspired by Charlotte’s blog to be a photo whore. Being a very lousy photo-whore due to the time I spend playing WoW and practicing rudiments and basically bumming around, I’ve only managed to photowhore 2-3 photos. To make it up to you guys, I’ll randomly link random photos in. 4 to start with today, 4 again tomorrow because I said so.

After spending 3+ hours walking around orchard trying to look for a nice cap, me and thia finally found decent looking trucker caps at QC. I got my life time membership at the Jesus Christ Fan Club, while thia got his at the Tit Club. (We saw a cap with a hooded skeleton and the words “AFFLICTION” on it, which would have been the perfect cap for Ian Tay Junjie aka most feared rogue on Barthilas, seeing how he’s turned into the most feared warlock on Aman’Thul. Oh, warlock with affliction spec. Too bad the cap was $79.)

This is the cap when I wear it. Very mat, yes. Fuck you too.

This is how my hair looks now if I decide to style it up and not just lump a cap on my head. Yes it’s light brown/golden, no I’m not a chao ah beng, but you can choose to carry on thinking so you pubor kia. nabei ga limpeh sng siao. puabye. Seriously, I’m not beng at all. Not at all.

And since no blog entry is complete without a proper photo-whoring of my girl, here’s my girlfriend in all her glory. Oh new friends on her too. 14″ A custom hihats, snare batter’s changed to evans st dry coated and I got myself some jam blocks too.