Saturday, June 26, 2010

Really..hungovers arent cool anymore.

so im still in KL. yupe. was suppose to be back home right now, my misses got called for work last minute so we had to postpone out trip to monday. ahhh the inconsiderate multicorporations. aint cool.

feka left to the airport and i caught the next cab to benny's studio. ok one thing that you have to agree with me which is really fucked up in KL is the taxis. u'd either get ripped off or dropped off 2 miles away from the dropping point, snakes i tell you. so this time it was to my suprise, a real nice taxi driver. he charged me 50cents less! yess you heard me, it is that big of a deal here that i would take 15 seconds of your time about it!! its ridiculous.

so anyways did a small tattoo then had a massive feed with the boys, porkchops never tasted better, 22 bucks not the best cut but still was pretty decent, then that sorta leaded to a massive drinking nite with an irish mate and 2 other good friends from sabah, several floors covered in taco joe's vomit residue, literally crawled up to our condo and spawned to bed waking up the next day feeling like a bashed pineapple. its been awhile since i've been drinking this much, probly since hongkong in march (props to julia&ross and the never disappointing band in wanchai), and finally once since birth, I DIDNT LOOSE ANYTHING!! YESSS!!

sobered up and remembered i was suppose to do guest vocals for thanesh's band, CORPORATE YOUTH. check them out! its rare you find a decent punk band in malaysia. they're either try-hards or obviously insincere. or trying hard to fit in the trend and play depressing hardcore. well i guess its always that case in every scene. sooooo finished the vocals and managed to write the lyrics for my part in an hour right before recording. i have this weird habit of writing songs last minute. like literally hours before recording! its not the best way but it works for me, so fuck you. haha.

in case you were wondering what i wrote for my part in their song, here is:

"And the better part of days is the wrinkled eyes from the glaring sun, the visual sore of my trembling heart, over pounding, over patient, over violent
Then I let go all the motions, I obeyed the weak, the masses curse over what my heart tells me to, so I plummet in regret, in strenght still a finger to the manner.
I fell down and felt my knees chuckling over my defeat , over all that I devote for, the compassion and the gruesome grip of trying again. I learn and persevere."

adios muchachos.

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