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FUZZ

If I could summarize the reason as to why I am in such a cantankerous mood into two words they would be – “Fucking Parade”.

I have never experienced anything even remotely as mentally taxing, physically debilitating and as brutal as organizing a parade. It’s far from hell. It’s DEATH. For those of you who don’t know I am currently busy being one of the head trainers for biggest event in the largest uniform organization in Singapore - The NPCC Annual Parade. However, I would not venture as far as to judge the whole experience too soon as this Saturday is the actual day and I have yet to witness the fruits of my toiling labour.

If I shut up about it then you can infer that it wasn’t as big a success as I hoped it would be.

I promise to be happier next week as I have laid out various activities for me which shall continue my streak of awesomeness.

Just a little update to tell you guys to stay tuned. I leave you with a tune that reflects much on what is felt when I’m wallowing in the depths of emotions.

THE GREAT PRETENDER

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh)
Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh ooh)
My need is such
I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no-one can tell

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh)
Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh ooh)
I play the game
But to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of make (make believe) believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal

Oh oh, yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh)
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I'm not you see (ooh you see)
I'm wearing my heart like a clown
Pretend that you're still around
Yeah-eah, wooh hoo

Too real (real) when I feel (feel) what my heart can't conceal

Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a clown
Pretend that you're
Pretend that you're still around

Fuck what you all think. I LOVE Queen.

FUZZ

I KNOW

The despicable sight of you nauseates me because I KNOW.

I've been playing dumb, smiling and putting up a deceptive front but I KNOW.

All the things you said, all the things you did, all the things that you may think is history.....has only begun.

Your secrets were never safe with the person you trusted so dearly.

I FUCKING KNOW.

The both of you are DEAD to me.

I may forget but I will never forgive.


Although I had the last laugh, both of you don't deserve my time.

Now be deceased while I move on with triumph.


Your game is UP! I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Five Rules For Men

Five Rules For Men

1. It's important to have a woman who helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.

2. It's important to have a woman who can make you laugh.

3. It's important to have a woman who you can trust and who doesn't lie to you.

4. It's important to have a woman who is good in bed and who likes to be with you.

5. It's very, very important that these four women don't know each other.


Can't believe I never told this earlier.

FUZZ

"Cannot Use Hand Play. This Is Not Malay Drum. Please Take Extra Drum Stick At Cashier"

Cracked me up like hell.



Me and My Grandpa




you know i'm LAZY when i start using less words.


FUZZ

Wise Men Still Stupid

One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said,

"Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?"

"Wait a moment," Socrates replied.

"Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Test of Three."

"Three?"

"That's right," Socrates continued.

"Before you talk to me about my student let's take a moment to test what you're going to say. The first test is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"Oh no," the man said,

"actually I just heard about it."

"All right," said Socrates.

"So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second test, the test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates interrupted, "you want to tell me something bad about him even though you're not certain it's true?"

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.

Socrates continued. "You may still pass though, because there is a third test - the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?"

"Well it....no, not really..."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?"

The man was defeated and ashamed.

This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.

It also explains why he never found out that Plato was having an affair with his wife.

Relative Delusions

All of us succumb to negative emotions once in a while regardless of how strong and secure we appear or profess to be. It’s how we assess ourselves from within that determines weather or not we are confident in handling the persistent obstacles in this long dance we call life.

The human mind is something I find incredibly remarkable. It possesses the ability to absorb a vast amount of information, masters the body’s physical movements, and not to mention ascribe intuition so much as to enable us to have these forceful surges called “feelings” or “moods”. This post is about something I realized for quite some time but never bothered to summon enough vim to put it up as food for thought for anyone.

You know how sometimes people refer to waking up on the “wrong side of the bed” as the start or cause of them having a bad day? Like how one minor unfavorable incident like that could unpleasantly affect the subsequent happenings for the rest of the day?

Have you ever wondered why when something bad happens to you which angers you, the rest of the things that come after it automatically become irritating and annoying? And when you score big time with some hot ass chick, a pain in the ass boss breathing down your neck doesn’t seem so bad?

I am able to relate to that sort of thing everyday and it’s simply because I believe that it is solely attributed to something I call “Relative Delusion”.

In layman’s terms – “Mood Shift”

It’s simple. The level of how we perceive what subsequently happens around us fluctuates depending on what affects our mood from the start.

Ok, the gist is I wish to write about a few occasions when this sort of thing affected me through different moods so here goes:

Happy

On one occasion, I scored a date with an awesome chick at Crazy Elephant. She has blue eyes, pale skin, good size, a little dumb but that’s ok. I was psyched about the date I planned with her that weekend. Burning with excitement!

However, that same week I had more work than a gay man in jail. I had to handle the training and administration for the parade, revolver shooting lessons, support work and listening to the ever demoralizing comments from my boss. Now usually, I would be deeply affected and dispirited. But due to the positive effect I gained from getting to know her, everything else became like stepping stones towards my agenda.

Lame

If there’s one movie that can put lame to shame is “Surfer King”. Go look it up it’s a budget film about some dude whose co-star is hotter than he is attempting to land a cool job at the beach resort for the summer. Apparently they went budget on the girls too. They looked like 30 year olds. Every minute of that movie was lame. We were watching it in the office and could bear endure the pain of finishing it. So we tried watching something else instead – Simpsons Movie. STILL lame.

Movie after movie we try our best to entertain ourselves but the lame effect that movie had on us automatically turned every hilarious or blockbuster movie into a lame sitcom.

Triumphant

Nothing beats the thrill of a power trip. When I hear the trainees or cadets answer me all at once with a resounding “Yes Sir!” when I’m up on the dais giving instructions in a parade rehearsal is simply orgasmic. I’m not gonna lie I LOVE being in control. But I’m not the only one unfortunately.

Just a week ago I was reprimanded for being rude to a veteran in the force they call the “Parade Legend”. Long story short, since that old hag is retiring soon, I named the rest of us young instructors the “Legend Killers”. (Originally from WWE’s Randy Orton who’s my current favorite needless to say) Here's why:

So, with that title ascribed to ourselves, we work with our heads up motivated and full spirited thriving on proving to everyone that we are indeed competent enough to overthrow a “legend” and make way for a new era.

Work has become more fun ever since.

Before I close this off and leave to join my family in Malacca for a holiday in a couple of hours, I would like to address an issue. I HAVE to at least mention it once or else it’ll be like having a white elephant in the living room and nobody says a thing.

We HAVEN’T caught that limp legged, potty breaking, ass wipe butthole Mas Selamat. My suggestion is get his wife and kids tied up and put em on ransom over national television. May seem unethical but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to get the job done.

May the police beat the living voodoo crap out of you for causing a massive traffic congestion at woodlands checkpoint EVERYDAY.

FUZZ

Some Girls Don't Give Head

A man walks into his local pub with a big grin on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" asks the barman.

"Well, I'll tell you," replies the man.

"You know I live by the railway. Well, on my way home last night, I noticed a young woman tied to the tracks, like in the movies. I, of course, went and cut her free and took her back to my place.. Anyway, to make a long story short, I scored big time! We made love all night, all over the house. We did everything, me on top, sometimes her on top, every position imaginable!"

"Fantastic!" exclaimed the barman.

"You lucky guy. Was she pretty?"

"Dunno... Never found the head..."

Words of a Thug

A heartfelt song written by Tupac in response to Deloris C. Tucker who was an adamant protester against rap music for its coarse language. Mainly the frequent use of the common term - "bitch".

Along with it also brings a powerful message across to society directed at the women who use their beauty or charm to exploit the men they hook up with for money and luxuries in return for sex.

Enjoy and Learn

Wonda Why They Call You Bitch



You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.

Verse One: 2Pac

Look here Miss Thang
hate to salt your game
but yous a money hungry woman
and you need to change.

In tha locker room
all the homies do is laugh.
High five's 'cause anotha nigga
played your ass.

It was said you were sleeezy
even easy
sleepin around for what
you need

See it's your thang
and you can shake it how you wanna.
Give it up free
or make your money on the corner.

But don't be bad and play the game
get mad and change.
Then you wonda why these muthaf**kas
call you names.

Still lookin' for a way out
and that's OK
I can see you wanna stray
there's a way out.

Keep your mind on your money,
enroll in school.
And as the years pass by
you can show them fools.

But you ain't tryin' to hear me
'cause your stuck,
you're headin' for the bathroom
'bout to get tossed up.

Still lookin' for a rich man
you dug a ditch,
got your legs up
tryin' to get rich.

I love you like a sista
but you need to switch
and that's why they called
U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

You leave your kids with your mama
'cause your headin' for the club
in a skin tight miniskirt
lookin' for some love.

Got them legs wide open
while you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to some nigga
'bout his car.

I guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex

I pass by
can't hold back tears inside
'cause, lord knows
for years I tried.

And all the other people
on my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.

It's like your mind don't understand
you don't have to kill your
dreams ploten'
schemes on a man

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch
and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I guess times gettin' hard
even harder for you
'cause, hey now, got a baby
on the way now

More money from the county
and thanks to the welfare
you're about to
get your hair done.

Got a dinner date
can't be late
trick or treat, sweet thang
got anotha trick to meet.

The way he did it
it was smooth
plottin' while he gamin' you
So baby, peep tha rules.

I shoulda seen it in the first case
the worst case
I shoulda never called you back
in the first place.

I remember back in high school
baby you was fast
straight sex
and barely move your ass.

But now things change
'cause you don't look the same
let the ghetto get the best of you
baby, that's a shame

Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased
and finally be in peace.

So where your niggas at now
'cause everybody left
they stepped
and left you on your own

See I loved you like a sista
but you died to quick
And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
keep stressen me
f**kin' with a muthaf**ken mind
I figured you wanted to know
you know
why we call them hos bitches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain't personal
strictly business baby
strictly business

So If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch




Now you know

FUZZ

A torrent of randomness

It’s been 2 weeks and I’ve been greeted with a series of events that had sent me spiraling into a kaleidoscope of emotions which momentarily left my spirit plummeting into the depths of despair.

Every revelation never fails to either leave me flabbergasted in disbelief, or whimpering in searing pain of dealing with reality. The only source of motivation which keeps me going is CHOICE.

I choose to be happy.

I choose to take it as a milestone which marks a significant change in my life.

And I choose to take a road with fewer sorrows lined up.

Choice is the only avenue I choose to harp on the slightest hope that all that’s happening are blessings in disguises.

Hope, though false, is better than no hope at all.

Wooh! Glad I got THAT out of my system. For the people who have read and went

“Fuzz what the fuck did you just blabber about la?”

Relax. I can’t possibly be more of an insane person than I already am and all I need is an avenue to vent out the emo inside me before I proceed with my life. (Or often self referred to as “The Show”)

Few funny things that happened to or around me which I only shall elucidate briefly due to my growing need to sleep.

Told by a Boyfriend to “Stay away from my girl”

For starters that pathetic excuse of a man should have opted for a better method of confrontation instead of being “Sergeant Gaylord” and msging me on Friendster! His exact words I quote “Stay away from *blabla* ……there are many bitches out there”

And what if I choose not to? What are you gonna do next? Get your mommy to call me?

Seriously dude nobody tells me who I can or cannot talk to so spend less time on gay shirts and mascara and start being a boyfriend! But if she still calls me then its clear she wants a MAN friend. :-P

Tag Team Partner afflicted with genital infection

Poor dude hooked up with a burner and didn’t wear his glove thus resulting in unwanted afflictions which caused so much physical pain that it makes you REPENT! Symptoms showed signs of hernia as he was hobbling down the walkway with his face pale and his legs wide open. But thank heavens it was something less serious. However, if he went to the hospital a little later, the infection would have worsened and he could’ve lost one of his jewels!

Dammit. Was looking forward to bringing a midget to the hospital and saying “Your even half the man HE is” after the operation. Sigh.

Valentine’s Blind Date

I was planning on writing about our date in a shrill tone implying mockery before I even met you however after a night’s conversation, I couldn’t simply find it in me to make fun of you regardless of how freak show you may look. Your beauty is the beauty that lasts. The beauty of the heart. And you gave me chocolates!

But of course there’ll be no 2^nd date.

DON’T judge me!

FUZZ

SEARCH

I never had a favourite Malay group as I used to dread listening to them. Whiny nasal sounding crybaby numbers are not my pint of beer. But recently I've discovered a new found liking for this malay band. SEARCH.

I'm a MAT ROCK and have always been one.

Feels good to come home to my roots.

SEARCH - PASTI


SEARCH - PELESIT KOTA


Hit me back if you love these tunes.

No qualms for spreading the LOVE.

FUZZ

Emo Nemo...

Everybody has emo friends. The ones that have stayed with long enough to reveal their vulnerable (or ugly) side after the barrier of formality is eradicated. They fall into a sense of security when they are around you thus resulting in them having no qualms whatsoever about being judged. They tell you their problems and you (willingly or reluctantly) listen, analyze, and conjure a solution.

Love it or hate it, accepting these people as your friends gives you the monumental responsibility of taking interest in their well being in order to bridge better communication based on common ground.

Common ground.

Yes. That’s what I believe plays the pivotal role in making friends - The fact that you have something in common. It could be anything varying from playing music, working in the same building, or even smoking, common ground is the central pulse of what keeps a friendship alive. Sometimes, through time, a pleasant common ground wears away as it is being rubbed by an unpleasant one – his/her problems.

Don’t get me wrong as I may sound like a selfish, intolerant, insensitive asshole who only wants to share the happy times and vanishes when you’re in deep despair.

I DO help my friends when their in need of emotional comfort and solace. I don’t dread it as long as the person I’m helping makes the conscious effort to help themselves. But the questions I’m asking here is;

How much emo is too much emo?

Is it possible that when you reveal too much of your emo side, you start to repel the people around you as they wish to avoid being affected by your horrible mood?

Will good friends tolerate you even when it gets to this level?

Well the answer varies when the subject of being emo lands on different individuals. However I DID craft a list of 7 common signs which indicate that you have transcended the thin line which marks the limit of being emo.

You know your emo when you're...

Alone

You sit back, you’re all alone just looking for some quality time with a book or a beer. Little do you realize that for most people, your emo state reaches its peak when you’re by yourself! When your friends are not present to have you forget about your problems and when all the activities revolve around you and you alone, you’ll start to think. About past disputes, or present issues. Eventually, when all these emotions begin conjuring, you take the 1^st step of action in assessing the situation.

Taking Walks.

You’re alone and you wish to forget your troubles. However, being alone reminds you of it even more. So you start a long walk from one end or the beach to the other as the cool breeze blowing past you whizzing into your hair. With every step you take you see couples making out, friends having a bbq and families having fun with their kids running around in their underwear. You begin to wish that you could be in their shoes at the exact moment, cherishing happiness as it is. You become saddened yet infuriated by the fact that life has placed you in an unfair position. You say to yourself “I don’t deserve this…” You then start an activity that to me is the most extreme and obnoxious.

Crying.

The torrent of emotions is simply to strong for anyone to withhold. Drops of sadness run across your cheek as you obnoxiously blow a clump of mucus onto your hand. You didn’t know you were gonna cry, so you didn’t bring a handkerchief. Unless your gay then you’ll have wet tissue. Oh you cry….you make the most out of this moment of breakout. Secretly enjoying yet overshadowed by the more emo aspect it. You sit by a corner and cry your lungs out.

Still alone.

Even more alone now that you’ve automatically become a people repellant.

You can’t bear it a second longer. You get home in a jiffy and the 1^st thing you grab is that tub of ice cream. Or whatever it is that causes you to start:

Inflating.

Eat your sorrows away. Call your best friend and cry. Every crack in life you experience you use as an excuse to wolf down chicken wings while watching Chinese dramas on Channel 8. After a good 3 weeks you begin to see yourself turning into a blubbersaur or blubbersaures (for girls). That’s the nickname I use to disparage the obese. The state of being too emo still continues to corrode your lifestyle, because you are:

Drinking less

Social suicide. You take away your own lifestyle as you have replaced it with this current position. You don’t hang out with your friends at the regular spot anymore. Your friends don’t even take notice of your absence as having you around would be a bummer anyway considering the fact that your left hand is vehemently attached onto the ice cream tub and you cant fit or have a big enough seat in most places. You stay at home while your friends are out having the time of their lives. You put more stress onto yourself as you start:

Calculating.

Counting the days till your death. But you chicken out as you lack balls now that your fat. So you do what is supposedly the right thing but at a COMPLETELY wrong time.

Calling Your Ex.

She/He was the one who got you into all this in the 1st place right? So you wish to work things out as you wish to return to how you were before. She tells you the person she's interested in is no chance in hell a fat chicken ice cream wolfing mucus spraying crybaby. Your crushed. Your over.


In conclusion, no matter what life throws at you do the right thing and throw it back! You don't need it and you certainly don't wish to end up dead. Have a positive mindset as everything in life I believe is a game. You compete against each other to attain that one prize - happiness.

May be preachy but you know its true.

Don't be so emo.

Go get a beer.

FUZZ

Let It Live

Ah rock and roll...the beauty, the passion, the lifestyle. Its remarkable that regardless of the differences human beings have, of which may set us apart at times, there is always one element which everyone loves and is a common ground in keeping us together. Music.

Though in many occasions I wished I lived through the glory evolution period of music during the 80s, I am thankful that at least some of these legends are still around today to entertain us all.

Metallica, Led Zeppellin, Sebastian Bach (ex-Skid Row), X Japan are only some of the legends that are present and enable us to feel the reverberated magic from back in the day and have us relive the music in this present day!

Though old, they still inspire. And as long as the inspired exists, their music shall live on.

Long Live Rock And Roll.



Been swamped with work lately.

Year started out not too bad.


FUZZ

Reflecting 2007.

Yes its the new year and yes I'm still in one piece. Initially I intended to make this post an excruciating 30 minute read on how full of brilliance this year was to me as I was having trouble omitting and filtering between what were significant enough to be blogged about and what was not.

I loved every second of 2007.

But I'm too lazy to author a whole book about it. So I decided to summarize it by putting together a list of songs which reminds me of those memorable times.

MY 2007 SONG LIST.

1) 18 and Life - Skid Row

Reminds me of last year's new year's eve party at Vintage where we all went crazy and when I performed there for the 1st time. Still remember how Ricky told to "just go up and jam with the band". That was back before Slapshocked started jamming officially. Good Times.


2) Nobody's Fool - Cinderella

Takes me back to the time before we met Adora. Back when all Lola and I talked about was glam rock, glam rock and more glam rock! Back when he used to say "Oi rock kapak" whenever I answer the phone and we'd head down to vintage for a drink and more glam rock. Good times.

3) Real Love - Slaughter

Spirals my mind into the memory of the time when Lola, Hui min and I 1st went to Wala Wala where I became broke after paying for my 1st drink! When Hui Min told me "eh this band power you check out the singer" And how I instantly fell in love with her stage persona the moment she hit the highest note of the song projecting her voice aloud. Truly an inspiration.

4) Sounan - Tokyo Jihen

Hui Min and her projects. Spreading the Jihen love was when I met the rest of the Jrock scene. During this period of time Hui Min was already fired from the band. But all the changes occurred for better outcomes. It was still all good.

5) So lonely - Loudness

Reminds me of the time I 1st met Andy and Nana. Andy later took Hui Min's place in the band. Four of us chilled at Vintage that night when Lola fell asleep on the couch while the DJ was still blasting heavy metal. Crazy.

6) Rusty Nails, Weekend, Kurenai, Endless rain and X - X Japan

June 3rd. Enough said. Slapshocked's debut and supposedly last performance. But we couldn't bare to endure the itch of withdrawal when we stopped playing for 3 weeks. X is magic.

7)Heartbreak Station - Cinderella

Reminds me of you.

8) Art Of Life - X Japan

The band's current project with a new line up and My 21st birthday. Read Here

9) Love Is Only A Feeling - The Darkness

1st performance at DXO with Primal Gray. Good set. had fun. met more people.

10) Lips Of An Angel - Hinder

Is currently the song still playing in my head! Even as I'm writing this entry. It will lead me into posting an addition to my list of my "wise" theories. Stay Tuned.




So this is how I remember 2007 as music was most significant to me. Maybe THIS year there'll be a different list of things which will much better represent how and what had a positive effect on me for the year.



Please god let it be a list of smart, slim, clear skinned bespectacled nurses!





Happy New Year.

FUZZ

My Christmas Adventure

"I don't fucking celebrate Christmas so stop wishing me a Merry Christmas. Would you wish an Indian dude a Happy Chinese New Year?"

The above is what I would've said if I chose to succumb to boredom and eventually veering into the realm of slumber on the living room floor with the TV remote in my hand. But I'm left speechless now as I did the total opposite. I actually "celebrated" Christmas. Or at least I did enough to make the makcik's around my neighborhood shout "Murtad! Anak Jahanam!" (translation : "Infidel! Corrupted Son!")

Ah. I love my people.

I went to a Church. I went to a Christmas gathering.

I witnessed a riot after some people had too much to drink.

The Church Musical (A Christmas Tale)

My direct supervisor is an avid church member who gets his "blessings" every Saturday by conducting Bible classes for the Church's youth voluntarily. So me being the asshole I am can't possibly stand by, lips welded with my head down when this comes to my attention. I MUST make fun of it. And I have done so much from reciting biblical quotes aloud in the office, to doing it while wearing his glasses, scarf and headgear.

As a result of my mockery antics I was invited to watch a musical in his church!

Two possibilities conjured up as he made that offer to me:

1) He repays insensitivity with hospitality.

2) He's going to brainwash me wish Jesus juice.

Albeit the hint of reluctance I felt within I went eventually and it was undoubtedly a unique experience. Typical musical theme accompanied by an excellent choir and an old balding bellied man with his arms stretched out whom they call - The Pastor. Jesus here Jesus there, then came collection time!

Guys, don't reprimand Christianity as a money grubbing organization. Instead, lets be more politically correct and say that they are financially aware! Hell I don't blame them. I'd be yelling "Praise The Lord" If people were putting money in MY pocket too! Hush. Such intolerance.

Dinner was Catered. In my mind "Oh no...Jesus food".

Sorry mom. I ate their brownies.

Got a little cramp in my left arm but I think I should be fine.

The Gathering.

The next day was Christmas. I was supposed to be there at 1 and I woke up 10 mins after. HP dead out of battery and eventually arrived at around 3. Menu was turkey, chicken, beef , cheese, white cheese, funny smelling "papadam" tasting cheese. The host sure loves his cheese. Went on to watch National Treasure after that.

Boooooooooooooooooring!

Lets get to the highlight of the night!

BLACK FIGHT!

It was after the movie and we decided to chill over some supper and talk crap at Bencoolen's Kopitiam. I never knew that place had African patrons but being around people of the like just made me feel like I was in the ghetto of some hood. (I'm a huge fan of 2pac)

When then what started as a heated argument obliterated into a mess with flying bottles and chairs and popping sounds! (Probably them cursing in Zimbabwean)

It was awesome!

Courtesy of Lola Okhrana, we managed to get a little footage of the scene.






Listen closely you can hear me in the background going "holy shit dude!"

The 1st bottle flew straight into our direction as that brother threw it to his rival! Man I felt like in another 2 seconds there was gonna be a drive by shooting.

The fight sure made my night.


Good food. Good movie. Awesome fight.

Just one element away from making it a man's PERFECT Christmas.

*wink



Happy Boxing Day.

FUZZ

A Surprise

It’s an unexpected strike which catches you unaware. It often comes to fruition when your jaws are wide open, flabbergasted in awe, followed by a torrent of happiness surging for within. That’s a good surprise. A premeditated activity which is done solely for the purpose of evoking feelings of joy and gratefulness from the lives of the people close to us.

I dedicate this post to a friend. The one who loves surprises, plans surprises and usually sets a habitual trend among his close mates having us indulge in a string of surprises we have among ourselves to set sparks of brilliance in our mundane everyday routine.

You know who you are…..Lola Blackano Okhrana Romano. You need to decide on which ethnic group you want to belong to. Fast!

As much as I will leave hints of theories I opt not to torment you with much of it this time. This is a story of a surprise which is by far the most significant to me this year.

A Pleasant Surprise

At this present moment my best friends are attached…to each other! Lola and Adora are 2 of the most loving cuddly emotional loving cuddly baby wabby smoochie woochie *blearch barf cough cough* couple I have ever known.

As much as I cringe every time the 2 of you display your affections before my eyes, only because I knew the two of you before you met each other and it’s simply weird, I must admit the fact that the both of you have something in each other which many singles pursue relentlessly for in so many different people yet come to no avail –

Love, COMMITMENT and Dedication.

Bravo.

However, both of you wouldn’t have met if Adora didn’t step in as the role of the 3rd person in the gang taking the place of an old friend whose memories with may not be much in quantity, yet still held close and dearly as those were indeed some of the best days I’ve had being in the group.

I’m talking about Hui Min.

Hui Min was the ex-guitarist of Slapshocked (My X-Japan tribute band) and also was our company for a few of the Saturday night outings during the early period of the band. What Hui Min lacked in musical commitment she more than made up for in appeal and enthusiasm. Truly a rock chick waiting to blossom.


She brought me to my 1st Wala2 experience which was unforgettable. (Shirlyn!)

Can never thank her more for the zest she brings along with her every time we meet up for a drink.

We stopped hanging out after she her span in Slapshocked came to an end.

So after half a year, one fine Saturday evening Lola calls,

Lola: “Dude..meet in town? I have a surprise.”

Fuzz: “Huh?... what is it?”

Lola: “Just come.”

We were so used to Adora being the girl among us that we forgot the whole Hui Min experience. I waited for the promised surprised for about 45 mins at the foyer of Taka till they called me from behind.

Lola: “eh handsome”

Fuzz: (turns and gawks in disbelief at the person standing next to him)

Hui Min: “AYYY!!!!!!!!”

Fuzz: “What the fucccckkkkk!”

Her voice evoked past memories and experiences in both Lola and I. The rest of the night we spent reminiscing old times over Burger king. Sure feels good to catch up on all the times we’ve lost.

Haha…Hui Min..how I wished we could hang out more like old times. Things have changed so much in 6 months. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant experience. We will meet again. Perhaps in gigs to come.



Love,

FUZZ

Tickled Me.

These videos did!

And December is so bloody jammed packed with courses, administration of upcoming changes and so on that I barely have enough time to do anything.

NS. Overworked, Underpaid and EVER-USED.

Feel Like a 2 dollar whore.

Well at least I'm worth more than these people.




The giant Blubbersaures fell over wipes out an entire species of ants beneath her.

Laughs Out Loud.

THIS kid's got HIS dose of lady treatment a little too early.




I'll Be Back.


FUZZ

I Need Love

What happens when cupid strikes and shoots you square in the ass?

The silver in a grey cloud shimmers with brilliance. A heightened sense of magnetism towards the person begins to surge as quickly as skepticism dwindles. All of a sudden you feel like your shoulders are being lifted, feet fluttering as sparks of affection twinkle around your eyes.

A cloak of delusion starts to wrap around your perceptions.
Her flaws are so disregarded it almost becomes invisible.
Her positive traits however, are projected almost matched to perfection.

This goes on for…oh I dunno….3 months?

THEN the poison in the arrow starts to kick in.

The infection from the sting in your ass weaves its way into your brain and you begin to detect an itch of irritancy. Dark clouds are stricken with bolts of thunderous mayhem. You fight so often the very sight of your partner infuriates you so much as to have you want to rip her face apart and feed it to the pigs. Then it rains. She cries. You’re rendered helpless with knees trembling while your heart yells out for mercy from god!

Every statement is misinterpreted.

Every action or gesture is misunderstood.

You can’t even take a piss without having her go “How could you prioritize your bladder before me? Can’t you just endure for 15 mins and help me pick out my shoes? We need to have an understanding! I need you to be present when I’m making big decisions! You never care about what I want!”

But still you’re much attached to each other. WHY?

What is it that drives us with enough endurance and motivation to tolerate or rather succumb to these undesirable aspects of being in a relationship?

With that mentioned I should ask the age old question:

WHAT IS LOVE???

As contradicting as it may sound I DO believe in love. As a matter a fact I have always adhered to my personal beliefs when it comes into question simply because I have divided it into 2 categories.

LOVE

My idea of love is simple.

Attraction, Acceptance and Gratefulness.

I’d be considered the biggest liar since Clinton if I were to tell you “I don’t go for looks”. I DO! A good 1^st impression usually springs from the person’s superficial appearance. As much as I wouldn’t mind, I don’t expect an Angelina Jolie look-alike to come waltzing through the door as I’m not exactly a Brad Pitt myself.

As long as she has a nice personality and doesn’t look like Ursula from “The Little Mermaid”- I’m cool with it. Minimal prerequisites that sparks attraction.

Acceptance and gratefulness are 2 conjunctive aspects which I believe defines the true meaning of love. She may have some negative traits and might not necessarily indulge in the same interests as you. But you learn to accept. And be grateful.

I strongly believe that being grateful is a key factor in love. One may be strong, competent and efficient enough to move on and live WITHOUT the partner as easily as they started yet CHOOSES to stay because one LOVES her for the person she is and is grateful to have that person in one’s life.

NOT because you can’t stop thinking about her!

NOT to harp on her to make oneself feel complete!

NOT because you cant live without her!

The sort of mentality above is an extreme after effect of being in a relationship for SO long, and being SO accustomed to each other that love subconsciously morphs itself into:

NEED

This is indeed a dire extreme of what love can turn into. When the person becomes a big part of your everyday routine and you feel an affinity so immense that if the person is taken away from your life, you feel a great loss. She becomes a necessity instead of a privilege. She becomes what you NEED instead of what you WANT. Then you have defeated the purpose of being in a relationship.

In conclusion, things are best done in moderation - Even the act of loving someone. One should never indulge in too much love until it turns to need. Then both parties will want to stay together for completely SELFISH reasons. Because you cant live without each other. Because living without her will leave you in a calamitous mess.

Then you didn’t really love each other in the 1^st place.

What you want may not always be what you need.

You will want to be LOVED.

Not NEEDED.

FUZZ

Primal GAY

So much things to write about.

So little time to put things together.

Shackled to the ball and chain we all call WORK.

Got into so much trouble and endless debates with various female friends because of my last post.

Glad many of you liked it though.

Enjoyed all the different opinions I received.

I shall keep posting for you because I love you all.

In the meantime. I shall make up to my female friends I offended by showing you a vid of myself monkeying around on stage.




As much as you hate me,

Stay tuned for more rants.

FUZZ

People are evil

-FUZZ- I spent 90% of my money on women and drinks. The rest I wasted says:

how was ur day?

Empress of Moldova says:

Could've been better.

Empress of Moldova says:

Anyways......Tell me.... An ideal birthday present. For the man.

-FUZZ- I spent 90% of my money on women and drinks. The rest I wasted says:

HEAD

Empress of Moldova says:

FUCK!

Empress of Moldova says:

I knew it.

Empress of Moldova says:

Disgusting.

Empress of Moldova says:

That's all you men want from us......

Empress of Moldova says:

HEAD

Empress of Moldova says:

Hunny..what's for dinner... HEAD

Empress of Moldova says:

Hunny.. where you bringing me to? HEAD BITCH!

Empress of Moldova says:

Hunny.... are we going for a movie? NOT UNTIL YOU HEAD ME OFF !

Empress of Moldova says:

Hunny...... Do you love me? I LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU GIVE ME A GD HEAD EH TONIGHT SEXY

Empress of Moldova says:

Hunny.... Am I fat? NOT UNTIL I PUT MY HEAD IN YOU, YOU'RE NOT!

Empress of Moldova says:

Gee, what else?

Empress of Moldova says:

Pfft.

-FUZZ- I spent 90% of my money on women and drinks. The rest I

wasted says:

with a nice rose?

Empress of Moldova says:

FUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I reckon Adora was rather annoyed by my satire. Sigh. Girls are just so uptight sometimes.

Wouldn’t the world be a better place if they were to loosen up a little....and by loosen up I mean the way they perceive things, not their legs.

With this in mind it led me thinking. I’ve notice something which is clearly evident, yet disputed by many with rhetorical alibis pointlessly defending what is as obvious as a hairy birthmark an inch in diameter on the side of a winking left eye:

Guys are assholes and girls are liars.

Yes we are and we know it. So it’s about time we came clean. And I am honored to bear the monumental responsibility to expound the truth. Let us begin with

The Assholes

Much to our sadness, the male gender has been struck with a bevy of assertions implying the ignorance and insensitivity in our nature of life. And I can’t possibly agree more to the assertions. It’s true. We ARE assholes.

However, it’s only because of the fact that it’s a primeval instinct which can only be completely wiped off if we either become gay, or die.

One of the main reasons why we are ascribed as assholes is because we prioritize sex.

As the active and productive party in reproduction it is only nature’s course to have us being more thrilled about sex. We make lewd comments every time a hot girl walks by, we have to talk about it at least 10 times a day, and in MOST cases, we’ll be the ones working our way to get it instead of the other way round. It’s astounding if you notice the extend some guys will go to just to get laid. Singing RnB tunes, buying flowers, taking her out for dinner, and LISTENING. Sleeping with girls is, in fact, considered an achievement!

So in this case, ladies, why not consider the more optimistic and amicable way of perceiving things by thinking of yourselves as “The Prize”? Appreciated, cherished, loved, and of immeasurable value.

Now tell me. Would an asshole succumb to such a caring behavior? Whatever it takes to win the prize- YES!


Another reason why we’re branded as an insensitive intolerant group of pigs is plain simple. EGO and SUPERIORITY COMPLEX

Haven’t I mentioned the innate instinct that is sewn within our souls as men? The dominant species will naturally incline towards feeling superior. That doesn’t necessarily mean we are, we just feel like it. And in most cases the provider of a family is a male. So being raised in a household which gives such an idea will remain in us as a result of an upbringing.

That’s why we don’t need a girlfriend to tell us we look good or to say nice things to make us feel good about ourselves. We’re so full of it! And we share our gift by complimenting GIRLS. To make THEM feel good about themselves.

Because they simply need it.

Yes we’re assholes. But the world wouldn’t be straight if we weren’t.

The Liars

Gosh. Where do I start? I often ask that question when something gets to a point where there’s too much to say and everything I want to say bears similar magnitude. And what exactly about girl is it that gives me the impression that they are being false and pretentious?

EVERYTHING.

From the make up, the push up bras, the heels to their own clique of more pretentious and hypocritical beings they call their “girlfriends”. Your eyes don’t look that nice. Your lips aren’t their real colour and your boobs aren’t supposed to stick out as perky! You’re fooling everyone with your deceptive advertising. This works like a charm I must admit. I’ve fallen for a fair share of lies.

What about your friends? Half of whom you bitch and gossip about condemning their life’s decisions and relentlessly competing with to become more “it” than they are.

Oh such hypocrisy.

Oh such deceit.

When you say “it’s ok”, it’s not.

When you say “I miss you”, you don’t. You just enjoy our attention.

When you say “I don’t like these random guys calling me”, you do. You simply enjoy the fact that your HP beeps every five minutes because it gives you the sense of satisfaction knowing that you’re hot and wanted by many. Don’t give me that “I don’t like being popular” crap. You love it and you KNOW it.

Don’t get me wrong, just because their dolling themselves up to make them appear more attractive than they really are and saying sweet things to get me to believe what they say in order to avoid having me knowing the unbearable truth doesn’t make me HATE them, it makes me adore them more.

I love them just the way they are. Lie all you want. I’ll just shrug it off, pat you on the head and go “right, sure you love me”.

SO. What sort of conclusion do you expect to derive from all this? Well as cliche as it always sounds we should learn to appreciate each other regardless of our flaws. As long as what your doing fulfills the needs of both parties then I say go for it.

For this world is as selfish as it is.

I don't want a part in being pretentious.

Thats why I'm sailing alone for a looooooooong time.


FUZZ