freedumb
This is, as far as I can recall, the first ever post I’ve made on this (or any) blog at a cybercafe. And the only reason I’m typing this at a cybercafe instead of at home is because, yeah, exams are over and I’ve been indulging in my growing CoD4 addiction with a couple of friends. Today’s been the best gaming so far, since we’ve managed to play quite a lot with 6 people instead of the usual 4. It’s also been good because I’ve been pretty much owning my buds, although that might have more to do with their lack of ability rather than any sort of real talent on my part.
Exams are over and I feel good about it. Very good. We all do, I assume. It’s, I guess, a mix of both having gotten both Syntax papers out of the way and of having finished the bloody exams. The relief is evident, I guess, due to the fact that people have been making comments about how I’ve been looking particularly happy and/or relieved. And who am I to argue? I am, pretty much. Relieved I am. I’m still not totally in the holiday mood, but hey, they only officially start tomorrow so yea.
I don’t think I’ve celebrated the end of exams like this, ever. Many, many hours of CoD4, dinner at Williams, etcetc. Usually everyone just goes their separate ways, but I don’t know why it’s been kinda different this time. If I hadn’t proposed the idea of playing a few games of CoD4 last Monday, though, things might be very, very different. As it is, we’re all addicted to CoD4, and it shows. Two three-hour sessions a day? Oh yes, pretty much addicted for sure. Sure, I can play at home, but it’s not as fun as, y’know, playing at a cybercafe with friends. The gaming is about the same, but the social element is a bit different. And I enjoy the social element.
I’m finding the widescreen monitor here at this cybercafe really . . . interesting, for lack of a better term. I almost think I want one. Almost.
whee~
I’m tired. Pretty fucking tired. Getting two hours of sleep and being up since 2am (it’s 9pm) now does that to you, I guess. Caught the Manure vs. Arse game, and then, since I had an exam at 9, I (along with the three other buggers I was with, all of whom were sitting for the same exam) somewhat decided to, y’know, not sleep. Or, at least, not much. Yeah. The only way I’ve managed to survive until now is being around friends, making shitloads of noise (TALKTALKTALKTALK) and lots and lots of gaming. Spent three hours at one of the cybercafes here in Kelana Jaya after the exam, most of which were spent playing CoD4, as is the norm these days, although not without a few diversions here and there.
I was just about ready to pass out while watching some episodes of Top Gear just now.
For some odd reason I’ve started gaming much, much more recently. Maybe it was that fateful spur-of-the-moment decision to play some CoD4 with a handful of my friends after our exam on Monday. Maybe, maybe. I was never much of a hardcore FPS guy, much preferring solitary pursuits such as RPGs, but man, I don’t know, I really like CoD4. I’ve started playing Left 4 Dead, too. Which is also great, and, y’know, might just become my next obsession. Shitloads of zombies! Weapons! Blood! Guts! Ace replayability! What more could you want?
One more exam on Sunday and I’m done for this semester. Can’t wait. Will be pretty occupied between now and then, though. I’m playing at a jam session here in KJ tomorrow evening, and then I’ll be hitting the Gudang Noisy stage with xLumbrahx on Saturday. I’ll probably be playing two sets tomorrow, too; one with a (most probably) one-off band playing Misfits, Ramones and Weezer covers and one with xLumbrahx, as a sort of warmup for the aforementioned Saturday gig. At least, that’s the plan. I’m looking forward to my first somewhat-public performance behind the drumkit, too, and have been trying to get more people to attend. Let’s just hope I don’t fuck things up too much. Might want to lay off the slightly overambitious double pedal bits. Yeah, yeah. That might be better.
Oh, and no surprises for guessing what I’m going to be doing after that last paper. Dude who used to have long hair and who likes to use the word “dude,” you better bring it!
(Why lie, I actually suck at CoD4, it’s just that my friends suck more.)
last night
last night i dreamt. i dreamt that i’d somehow, someway, managed to fuck you. yes. fuck. you. crazy, right? let me tell you: it was glorious. utterly glorious. sure, you’re last on the list of “friends i’d like to fuck,” but it’s only a list of two, so it’s not that bad. and, after that, when i woke up, i felt this sort of crushing dissapointment that it was just a dream, mixed with an odd feeling of familiarity, of maybe having dreamt that same exact dream before. i wasn’t sure, but it sure felt like it.
and then i woke up again, this time for real. the sun was shining, the birds were twittering and, staring at the ceiling, i knew, deep down inside, that i’d never, ever, ever get to fuck you.
but hey, that’s why god blessed us pathetic apes with imaginations, right?
dr. phibes
Mostly music/musical exploits-related entry, because there’s quite a bit of it to write about this time around, surprisingly. That, and because I really can’t be bothered either writing about the major, major problem that’s been haunting/hantuing me lately or ranting/complaining about something silly I saw on the ‘Net/read in he news/heard on tv/saw someone do/etcetc. So, yes. Music.
I’m probably going to postpone getting my collection of short stories printed due to the fact that I’m playing two gigs soon, on the 1st and 2nd of May, with two totally different bands. One band is pretty much new, although it consists of people I’m used to playing with. Playing at a friend’s birthday party-cum-jam session, and we’re planning to bash out some Misfits/Ramones covers. And then xLumbrahx are most probably hitting the stage at Gudang Noisy again on the 2nd, and we haven’t played together since October last year. I’m trying to see if we can add a few more songs to our setlist, one original and two covers, both of which are pretty short and fast.
I was also planning to get some small gear for my noise project (more on that later), but it’ll have to wait until after the 2nd of May to survey the damage, so to say, and start budgeting for both said gear and the aforementioned printing. I could get the gear now, yeah, but then that might leave me with not enough money to pay for my share of rehearsal time/other band-related expenses, and while I have a feeling my bandmates would be willing to pitch in, I’m not too keen on that. Makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, knowing that I myself made the choice to spend my money. If I were forced to spend the money, though, it wouldn’t bother me as much, yeah. But I still wouldn’t be keen on it.
I took my/my brother’s/our acoustic guitar out this morning to class. ‘Twas the somewhat-traditional last-class-of-the-semester potluck thingy and I decided that, what with my cough and slightly sore throat, it’d be a great time to provide some entertainment. I shall have some photos and video up soon, I hope, but basically imagine a hairy fat bloke who can’t really sing in a Pig Destroyer t-shirt and shorts with a pair of oh-so-large sunglasses (y’know, the kind girls wear… and no, they weren’t mine) running through some Weezer covers with a friend before launching into two fully-improvised songs, one about a classmate and one about his lecturer. I felt cool, man. Really cool. Appreciated the applause and praise too. Greatly. Man, I haven’t gotten any of that in a long time, especially applause that didn’t come off as people just trying to be polite.
And, oh, that noise project. As most of you don’t know at all (and, for those of you that do: have you been stalking my Facebook activity recently? Damn), I’ve started to really get into this whole “noise” thing, and have somewhat-officially decided to put Toni! This Is Sal! on a bit of a hiatus to focus on this project, tentatively named mahathirXmohamad. Yeah, mahathirXmohamad. Or any other possible permutations in regards to the capitalisation. Maybe mahathirxmohamad. Yeah.
A split with a friend is going to be released eventually, probably on a Netlabel of some sort, with some of my earlier experiments in noise with my guitar as a soundsource. Over the span of just a few weeks I’ve somewhat transitioned into creating lots of that harsh noise wall stuff akin to, say, The Rita and Werewolf Jerusalem. I didn’t set out to ape them or anything, it just . . . happened. Even before I’d listened to either of the two acts. I’m rocking the ever-cliche setup of a shaker box (not even a metal box!) and some pedals (delay + distortion). Thinking of another distortion, maybe another delay, and deffo an EQ or some sort. Me wants a cheap DOD/Digitech Death Metal.
Thinking of getting a second pedal chain going as well, namely some sort of white noise/static generator (a pocket radio or whatever, probably?) into a distortion and maybe an EQ or something, dunno yet. If I do find the cash to build up that second chain I’ll probably keep it simple, as I’m thinking that it’ll serve more as additional flavour, as well as a sound to kinda fall back on during moments when I feel like cutting out the shaker box action for a while and “lightening up.” Ha. Ha.
Which means I need a mixer. God, all this to make a form of sound that will probably never make me any money? Oh so very me!
modern art makes me want to rock out
From Design for Mankind.
this is awesome
If I was any good with electronics I’d probably make this in a heartbeat. If I wasn’t so attached to my (dead) Dreamcast, that is. Man.
owen ashworth knows what’s up
I can’t even write a post about her.
‘Cos she reads my blog. Yeah, she reads my blog.
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