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

Slapped

Cheers to Ricky for putting this together!
Very heartfelt.

But why did we only choose to record at the last hour when my voice starts to sound like a dying chicken?!!

*blushes*

FUZZ

Drained

So tired. Nevertheless, having the time of my life.

My month old band Rock Republic (formally known as Primal Gray) performed for the very 1st time at DXO. What was thought to be a flop miraculously turned into one of my best experiences ever! Albeit having the place being inundated with clueless 15-17 year olds, We still won some fans whom surprisingly appreciated 80s rock as much as we do. Will show you guys pictures once I manage to procure them from our ex-drummer whom we fired the minute after.

Met some old friends and MY how they have grown.

Pantat (Nicholas) and Scott of Excalibur (formally known as Velvet Rose) possessed only half their height, weight and skill about 3 years ago! I still remember the days we used to crash at max's chunking away to cliche guitar Newbie tunes like "smells like teen spirit" and "Master of puppets". Pantat could barely keep a beat and Scott was obscenely out of time, tune and pitch! Now they're playing Megadeth like its Blink 182. How quickly time flies.

Got offers from organizers and sound guys to play in upcoming events at different venues but personally, the band will have to improve a great deal before we progress to bigger stages.

Met a chick who looked cute under the dim UV light. Spotted and couldn't help to notice how she was singing along to "love is only a feeling", but made me cringe in disgust as her INCH LONG LEG HAIRS were evidently exposed the moment she walked out and we exchanged numbers.

Turns out she's a doorknob - Everyones had a turn.

She's been with every member from every band that has ever played for the tremendously growing gig organization -DEAFCON. Coincidentally she's also a member "co-organizing" committee of DEAFCON. If I had the impunity to sum the reason for the girls being there in 2 words, it would be:

Paperwork and Pussy. They must believe hairy girls are hyper sexed.

Yealch. No thanks, I like chickens without the feathers.

I don't like the competitive atmosphere in local gigs sometimes. Whatever happened to just hanging out playing rock and roll and loving it? Society has brainwashed us.

We always feel the need to compete.

Take that away and we'll be the richest of all people.

Statement of the week?

You know your getting old, when you and your MUCH younger sister start knowing the same people and having the same friends.


*Cough Cough Ahhh chooo!*

FUZZ