The truth is...

when you see things for what they are and act accordingly, Life actually becomes easier.

Tell me why I shouldn't hate school.

1995-1998 would probably rank as the no 1 worst time of my life. It's funny how you're at the top of the world one year and the next totally fucks you up. I'm ranting and raving now cuz I just saw some things which pissed me off. I mean, it's a bitch eh, looking at happy photos in school when dogs were living better than me. I had a crap upbringing, my dad was a Loser and an Arse, (still is) the friends I made bloody superficial and the way I see it, yeah we've all grown up and apart. The fact of the matter is, I look at some of these photos and they just make me burn. I'm glad that I can get this out of the way, realize that there were so many arses back then and move on with my life. Fuck school. Don't even remind me.

Even Heroes Need Jobs.

The Avengers are hilarious. I recently borrowed the comic book from the library. Its a black and white one. Sorta like a compilation of a few issues. There's one story in there where the avengers are broke and they all have to find jobs. The Black Panther has to work as a teacher which he is somehow conveniently already qualified for. The rest of the heroes get into the construction/demolition business. Its all because Tony Stark can't pay the $2000 rent on the Avenger's mansion. Someone please help the avengers.

Another great weekend.

GREAT gig. Awesome friends. Excellent Food. Some pretty ok movies. Nice....

Fri: Me and Oaks rent some movies from the video store. V for vendetta, collateral, A scanner darkly, little miss sunshine, knocked up and princess diaries 2. Hey... its not too bad ok? If you want something lighthearted.

Sat: Did my usual teaching at trevose. The night before I planned my whole saturday in advance. I wrote a note in my phone. It went a little something like this,
"Wake up at 7. Feed cats. Stretch. Go thru gig songs. Teaching at 10. Teach Barry Diatonic harmony and chapter 7. Teach Hugo the pink book. Lunch. Mind clearing at 1.30pm. Go thru songs 2.30pm. Pack piano and bathe 3.30pm Meet Jeremy at 5. Gig. Happy days."

It was a bonus to have joyce cook for us that day. The food was great but I was a bit bloated from the beer and spicy curry noodle that I kinda took jeremy's high chair just before the gig. It made me slouch in front of the piano which was cool I guess cuz i play best when I don't have to look at the crowd.

Sun: Usual weekend housework. Library. (I borrowed a comic book. The Avengers) Anchorpoint for some tidbits and cat food. Oaks cooked up some alio olio teochew style with batang fish. Very Nice. Watched a few movies. I slept during A scanner dArkly.

I slept alot on vesak day.
I need to catch up on my own work I think I might be falling behind.

I am unhip Nation.

The weekend was good. I was teaching at trevose then sengkang on saturday. I managed to pop over to toa payoh interchange for lunch in between. I keep telling oaks that we have to move to toa payoh cuz the chicken rice damn nice and cheap. She's not keen on it. I managed to find a few cool cds in the cash converters store for 2 bucks each. Ok, its only cool to me I guess. Mtv alternative nation, (classic) Some franz liszt and neural vibe's mantra.(another classic). I like watching people while I'm drinking my bubble green tea with milk. In the evening, we join dinah and her colleagues for some drinking at barstop. The singer is good. Rest of the band I found stiff. She had feel. Nas came along later after his DnD at hooters quite drunk. They stayed over and its always nice to have them around. Talked till about 3 plus in the morning. NOTE- I have to remind nas to join me at the driving range this coming sunday. And yesterday, I finally finished painting the gate and putting up that plastic mesh which prevents the cats from running out. Xann just discovered a way to climb out. Well, at least it looks pretty. I may have another potential student! Oaks just called to tell me that during one of her colleagues house parties, someone actually remembered me and asked for my contact.
Musick for the cat people has been out on hold for quite some time. It irritates me but somehow I feel that now is not the right time. Maybe I should just tell myself to shut up and finish it already. Ok fark it. I'm gonna get everything done by late june.

The book.

I have just finished reading "on the road". It took me quite a while to finish, 4 months. Another lovely gift from J and J stangee. They have this knack for picking out stuff that we really like. Quite perceptive when you compare it to the fact that given my way, I would have given them this toy gun that blows glowy circular smoke rings or this mini hovercraft disc that you can kick around in the house. Oaky is the practical one. I read the note that he wrote on the book again and it made me think of all the fun times we had while doing and recording the music for the albatross.

A little history just in case my mind goes when I'm older and I'm thinking who the hell are all these people around me and then I can read this again and go ahhhh....good friends.

Ice cold beer 2004 and Nuclear families. For me, that was the beginning of something good. I will always remember the best gift ever from him and that was faith and trust. It was a little something that gave me confidence again. Its funny that after being in a band for so many years I actually knew pretty much shit about music. Yeah, I knew how to drink way loads of beer and that was pretty much all the education that I got from that. Something surfaced in me during that time which had been brewing since I was 10. This persona, this character pretty much took over when I was with the band. It wasn't their fault really. I guess I just had trouble adjusting to certain things and it made it easier knowing that I could just switch off and let someone else take over. The trouble was with me. Its taken me years to understand this and the root of it and now its over.

Today, I'm sitting here at my pc abit, writing abit. I'm gonna go work on my jazz dip in a few moments now. But before that, I just wanna say thank you again. No need to mention names eh? You know who you are.

Best Wishes Man...

Deva Kanniah. D.K. K.D. David Kennedy. The blues daddy from new delhi. We sent him off at the airport last Sunday. Like an Indian Jack Kerouac, he brought only the basic neccesities. His Bass, his laptop and a couple of clothes which I'm pretty darn sure won't last him for three months. He was joking at the airport that to save space for his small travel bag, he had to put his towels in the bass case. Deva was my Bass player way back when I thought that I was Chris Robinson. (He still thinks that Primus is cool... go figure) To cut to the chase, after I left, the band carried on, recorded some new material, got to know some people who knew people and yes... That's why that fella is now travelling to L.A then New York.

When I first heard the news, I thought it was a crazy and dumb idea. But then, look at us. Look at the rest of us. We work like dogs only to barely survive and we're all too scared to dream just because that's the "practical" thing to do. Playing it safe is more dangerous than you think. The truth of the matter is this. That boy will probably go there for 3 months, come back beaten, rejected thousands of times, made to look like a fool, starve a bit and all that but he'll come back alright. And then he'll dive right back in. That is what I respect him for. His guts and resilience. If all else fails, there will still be something there for him and I sure hope he finds it.

After that, me and the rest of the fellas went for a couple of drinks. It was kinda strange cuz there you have Step who's effortlessly juggling a golf game on his psp, talking bout the state of the world, bitching, catching up and most importantly chugging down his guiness. Shawn is still lil bop. Many pints later Me and Oaks left the place feeling Happy and high. I think I might just take up that madman's offer for golf this sunday...