I haz wood. lawl.

Wanna see my wood?
It's hard.
And I just played with it.
It's fun!



Lawl, innuendos aside, I meant drum stick. Aha. It is made of wood, and .. it's hard. (Hurr...) I got it randomly from Bras Basah, and with the suggestion of Andrea because well 1) I needed drum sticks for jamming, and 2) the one she took out looked cool.

I never really had a chance to utilize it though. For 2 months it just stayed in my room. From time to time, I'd pick it up and do air drums just to get the feel of it and practice my sense of rhythm. But what's the point of that? Instead, I began trying to bang on some random stuff. That only made my mum mad. What, I can't even practice drums now? Okay fine, I was banging those stuff at 2am in the morning. Point taken.

It was an awesome looking pair of drum sticks! It was black with hot pink gradient at the top. Okay, I know that sounds totally gay, but when you look at it, it does look cool! Fo' shizzle.

But yesterday I went jamming, and finally got it to use. After the first few songs, I was shocked to find out that that my drum sticks have officially been ... ravaged. By the end of the session, this is what's left.

Nice wood, eh?

Lol, I never thought it would ever end up like this. I'm never buying coloured drum sticks ever again. But Luqman, you over caring newbie of a musician, they're just cheap drum sticks, and making it all damaged like that is good, like battle scars proving that you've been practicing a lot!

Well, for you experienced drummers, you know this a normal thing. But I'm still an amateur, so cut me some slack for being sentimental on my first pair of sticks. I'm sure you felt the same thing for your first pair of sticks.

It still works fine, but it doesn't look cool to bring it on stage and play with it anymore. Sadface.


Oh, Word of advice. Never start something you know you probably wouldn't stop. That is all. Remember when I said I quit? Apparently I suck. Now I feel bad for doing so. You probably know what I mean. Puff.

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

As of now, I've been awake for almost 30 hours straight. My head hurts. I refuse to sleep. I'm not taking any chances hampering my bio-clock. I'll hit the sack in 2 hours time perhaps.

Why? I've just seen epic shit that will probably live as a vivid memory to all who had partake in the events of last night. I was merely a witness. It was fun enough.

Watching your friends in a state of delusion, confusion, and a little touch of madness is hilarious and all, but also leaves you an impression on them. It doesn't necessarily have to be a bad one. It's fascinating and entertaining.

I had a class chalet. The point of the chalet was to bond the class together and have fun together. You can say that's more or less accomplished.

It was a freaking fun night. We went swimming, played street soccer (literally), and the highlight of the night was the late night/early morning drinking session.

I didn't had a touch of liquor. My reasons as to why is strictly religious, so don't call me out as a pussy, you fuck face. Those who did took a major toll on themselves. It was entertaining to watch them. Watching them rambling on things that affected their lives. The people around them. How they're feeling. It was a high point in their lives, literally. The hours passed as they try to regain control of themselves and all I could do is sit back, take a smoke, watch, comfort them and mingle with the other sobers.

Before long, day break and everything was back to normal.

Oh and yes. I smoked. Nothing wrong with that. People have always smoked around me, so why not just give in. 'Sides, everyone's doing something out of the ordinary, might as well do something. But don't worry, as of 6am that morning, I officially kicked the habit. Aha.

It was a great fun, and the morning after was filled with simple conversations and long silences. After that, getting home was a bitch.

Guys, let's do it again. Pretty awesome, I must say. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Gay-lung, Slowing the Fast, and ODST.

The grueling heat, the faceless crowds, the howls of sellers echoing through claustrophobic tents, the blurry smokescreen, the intense stench of sweat, cigarettes and cooked food, and not forgetting the disturbingly endless line of shops that sandwich a heavily trafficked road.

That's how I'll describe the annual Hari Raya bazaars at Geylang Serai. I hate stepping foot onto that place, especially during day time when we're fasting. It's a struggle to get from point A to B, and shopping is awkward (especially for clothes) with a million eyes watching you. I never been one for large crowds, except for concerts. I can't stand it. It's hard to breathe, let alone move. So whenever my parents offer a trip to Geylang Serai during this "festive" month, I lament. Fortunately, this year I only step foot on that dreaded place once. An improvement from previous years. Even still, I made sure we wouldn't stay too long inside. Gah.

Enough about that, Ramadhan is officially over. As of 8 hours ago (as I am writing this, it's almost 3am, yeah). Awesome!

Tomorrow (or should I say today), is Hari Raya. But frankly, I'm not really in the festive mood to fully celebrate Hari Raya all-out this year. Why? Don't know. Maybe I've been in school too long and not enough break to get me in the mood. Oh wells. Let's just get it over with, I want my break anyways.

So what have I been doing since Production was over? Gaminggggggg. Call me a nerd, geek, techie, whatever. I've been missing out on my gaming ever since school started. TF2 doesn't count. Finally got Batman Arkham Asylum, but the game refuses to let me play it properly. It keeps crashing all the time. Damn you Joker!

And speaking of which, I stumbled upon a Gaming Convention at Suntect City. GCA. Don't really know what it stands for, but whatever.

rawr

Point is, they showcased the latest games right now. Even Halo 3 ODST. Damn right, the most anticipated game this season.

They had a real Recon Armor on display! D:

I was awed by it. Unfortunately, all I could do was watch from the sidelines. There was a Demo booth for the game. But, it was hogged by 14 year old kids and their friends.

Little pricks.

Damn them. I stood there and asked politely if I could have a try. But no, they hogged the consoles as if it was theirs. You little pricks, it's a public demo, not your friggin' home. Let others try out. Go back home you fucktards. Seriously felt like punching them in the face. They stood there playing forever, ordering their friends around. I couldn't take it. After half an hour of endless waiting, I left the booth.

Instead I played Rock Band Beatles.

Woo, Beatles. Me and Khai tried it out. Him on Bass, me on Drums, and some dude on guitar. It was friggin' fun, though I nearly had carpal tunnel from playing the drums. Khai was having slight of a problem getting into the rhythm, but the dude who played guitar showed off his button mashing skills on expert, and I think he didn't miss a note. Wow.

So anyways, I better get ready for tomorrow. It'll be a long day. The only thing I'm looking forward to is meeting my cousins again. Other than that, meh. We'll see.

Fail

Today, I got a call from an official number, and they informed me that I was selected to be a finalist and contestant for the show "Don't Forget the Lyrics" on TV. I was to go to the studio at MediaCorp this coming Monday. This made me very excited and so I told everyone about it. Five minutes later, they called back. Turns out, they got the wrong Luqman Hakim. FML.