Fie for Thought
I don't know what I want right now, what I need, where I must go, when to do certain stuffs. I don't work for the sake of money. I don't play guitar and be in a band for the sake of being a rock star. And I don't just help to expect something in return.
Ah, whatever.
Random lyrics.
Unbalanced Nature
High pass the mountains,
through the freezing pole of the world.
Rises upon the mystery,
of which cannot be solve.
Untied the nots of all,
Whom to be release upon all.
Where there will be fire,
On the cold faces of the world,
Shall all melt by the heat of it,
Melt till there won't be any left.
Evapourating souls slowly disappearing,
Slowly occupying the depths of hell.
Where hell is cold,
Where all the fire is blue.
There won't be God to help,
From the suffering of the flame.
Non shall pass its fury.
Neither will there be to oppose it.
May the fire remain cold,
In the heart of all those who live.
Where it will explode under the pressure of life.
Burden of the living.
Now that's more like it. Taking care of a band's sound. The Boss Band. Awesome group of musicians. They have 3 singers that can sing it all, a bassist that looks like Steve Harris, a rocker malay uncle as the guitarist and a big sized drummer that have hands as if they're as light as those drumstick itself.
The owner of the place himself took the lighting effects and sound and put it at the utmost importance. No wonder they can last long.
The highlight of the night was one of the singer in The Boss Band. She's gorgeous, has a damn great voice and hyper. She just mesmerized me, like totally.... Gosh.... I'm hypnotized till I almost forgot about the sound. Lol. Cute.
That's it. I had enough of taking care of a club's sound system. Freaking boring. Guess clubbing isn't my cup of tea after all. Neither are the people there. I rather spoil my ears to a rock gig than to hiphop/r&b club with a Dj that thinks he's some kinda superstar, an Indian technician who thinks he knows everything but knows nothing. Waste of time.
I rather use my ears while they're still working fine for other purposes. Like my band or for real sound and music. No offence but some so called "songs" that are played in the clubs doesn't sound like music to me. What I see it as is some guy or girl, writing about seducing, sex, gangsters and more sex, yet its not being criticized as how metal and rock was. Well, sex sells. So there goes the music.
P A T H E T I C.
GIVE ME MORE PRESSURE! MORE STRESS! BRING IT! I FEEL SHIOK!!
I just put down the phone with Michy on the LRT and when I looked down to put the phone into my pocket, oh my, what do I see. Mammaries. Nice healthy mammaries. Very healthy. Firm and most probably juicy.
So answer me, girls, why exactly do you wear revealing clothes and yet afraid to admit you're just being sexy at the same time complaining that the "dirty old uncle" is staring at you? (Hot weather isn't a good reason. You don't see many guys wearing shorts and singlets around normally, do you?)
Oh and please for those who "have a bigger surface area", please, please, please, keep those areas hidden. It's healthy for others around you. Seriously, people need their sex drive, especially ones on the low shifts. Don't murder them.
Thank you so much for reading this totally random post.
May the force be with you.
Adios.
23 hours of work. I fall asleep in a noisy club while standing. Amazing shit eh? This is getting crazy. A full day at home on weekend or public holidays just because I'm tired. And for the 1st time in a long, long time, I slept more than 8 hours. That just felt good. And Michy, we need more random outings. So full of shit but fun. Heh.
Working 22 hours isn't funny at all. And people think working in a club is cool. Its damn freaking boring. Yeah all the girls around for you to look at. What's so fun about that? They're clubbing girls. I wanna look after a band, an orchestra, something with instruments or equipments. Not some guy making "noises" with a vinyl.
Just 13 hours awake and I'm sleepy again. Now this is what I called tired.
