Friends, Activity Partners

Jun 2003

Kay Hell

Board Stiff Music, Break-A-Pick Music

http://profiles.friendster.com/williamchin

SK Bandar Baru Seri Petaling, Victoria Institution, University College Sedaya International

Victoria Institution, Attended 1999 - 2005, Class of 2005, Other

soon-to-be Guitar God; yet to be a corporate slave

Djezna's Stalker, Cheeky Bon Bon and the Hardee-Har-Hars, Air Or Ivory, BuyMeGuitarGears Pvt. Ltd., The Classic & Stoner Rock Fan Club, BongLoad Records

Music, football, music, jamming, music, theatre, music, guitars, music, snooker... well, you get the drift

I can read. I just choose not to.

Maybe the ones I'll make in the future, and its soundtracks. No, don't hold your breath now, it won't be about your life. It's probably a 12 Monkeys+High Fidelity+Pulp Fiction+Fight Club-esque kind of movie.

Kyuss, Queens of the Stone Age, Desert Sessions, Probot, Rye Coalition, A Perfect Circle, Black Sabbath, The Mars Volta, Pink Floyd, Atomic Bitchwax, Asteroid, Hermano, The Bakerton Group, Action Over Drive, Fireball Ministry, The Icarus Line, Tempered Mental, The White Stripes, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Jeff Beck, Damn Dirty Apes, Desert Hearts, RHCP, Velvet Revolver, Guns N Roses, Franz Ferdinand, Bloc Party, Fu Manchu, Orange Goblin, Love Me Butch, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, Incubus, Motley Crue, The Dead 60's, Joe Satriani, Foo Fighters, Jimi Hendrix, Tool, Janis Joplin, Harry Connick Jr., Corrine Bailey Rae, Joss Stone, and a hell lot more.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't.

Gemini

I'm a product of my parents who decided to breed.
Muso mofo, no less...
Black is over-rated. Black on black, however, isn't yet.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else, with the most exalted potentate of love.
If you're not perpetually broke... let's share some of it, eh?

Hate to say this, but I could very well end up as another corporate slave too. Gawddammit.
The things you own, they could very well end up owning you. Why? Becasuse most of us are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
Everyone is as common as a dumpster rat. You're forgotten like a peanut shell beneath a bar stool. Or, maybe you're just a piece of information, ripped out like a yellow page from a phone-booth book hanging from a chain.

In an age that's fast like this, how do you fall in love with somebody? How do you become a master painter? Who sacrifices the time and effort to wait? But that's where the challenge is: facing insurmountable odds, because someone's gotta make it. It's like being in a war - you running in line with your comrades. You run and run, and people are dropping on your left and right. You can get down on the ground and cry, or turn around. Or, you keep going. Someone has to make it. I'd love to. Why shouldn't it be you?

Rock star wannabes, music lovers/makers, revolutioners/dreamers/idealists...
share 'em dreams on msn: knocked_silly@hotmail.com

Anyone, as long as you know how to use your punctuations. Sheeps need not apply.