perception stoked.
another eventful day of bumming. i have found musique concrete, which is kinda likle tape manipulation. you can actually make music out of this! one of the first blokes who did this was francois bayle, and its early incarnations are kinda spiffy landscapish sound efx. it's music but it isn't music. really sounds just like background noise, but it works, as in.. it seems to weave a tale of sorts. i think this in turn set the stage for brian eno's strange atmospheric albums that were to come.

sound "midnight in the" garden "of good and evil"
oh yeah, chekkit out over here!!!

he's really gottit groovin' in his panties.

screw you Gordon!
this is the only driving instructor i need. here
enjoy kiddos, and thanks felix for the link. now i know why you drive the way you do. especially thru' village country.

conceded pass
no, that's not some inane touch rugby rule. that's my grade for my media writing exercise. it's official, i can't write a newspaper article, a radio script or analyse my own work. or at least my tutor thinks so. but waitaminute, if all you're gonna do is shorten my daymned scripts, shurely the other stuff must be alright! why then did you give me 6/12 for that section?!? of course i can only give you the minimum in terms of info, that's all the info we're fed with! oh, you smile pretty when i ask you how i can improve, and you say "yeahhh.. its just tying up lots of loose ends.." *sweet sanguine smile* oh, i've had enough of your type! bugger!!! i want more marks!! marks!!! i don't wanna fail anymore!!! *gasp*

this coming from me?
did i beat morgan to muso-related news?

joe henry's tiny voices out now!
GOGOGO

kings
i usually don't have much to say in mornings. and i remember secondary school, where i'd waltz in thru the school gates, see friends and mumble my hi's. i wonder if i didnt have friends. but a lot of music. a tragic genius? because the farther you dig in, the more beautiful your craft becomes. i think. ive been listening to a lot of beautiful music of late. the kind which isn't harmless, and you wonder: where do they come from?

i should be studying, knowledge is new artillery of globalisation.

the only thing i'm good at
i made another one!
here

the other one i made is
here

enjoy!

finishing last
locky says it best in his new blog about nice guys. massive !kanpai! party at nap's blog to celebrate the birth of locky's blog.

and i just realised you can make your own movie clips at fanta shokata. this fine piece of cinema art is dedicated to locky's blog.

falling in love with a puppet
we watched toy story 2 during screen class. it's been awhile since i've laughed hard. it's been awhile since sarah sang closely to my heart. like she loved me. it's been awhile since animated women made me feel good. rei ayanami from neon genesis evangelion. two motokos from ghost in the shell and love hina. and now, from american indian-blood-soaked soil, jesse of toy story 2. she's a redhed, feisty, wears a cowgirl hat, dances and big kawaii eyes.

yes. i have a sorrid life that's gratiffied by imaginary women. but at least they don't bite.

and now, we are one
in

got this piccy off seanbaby.com.
it reminded me that my first attempt at webpage building was also entitiled everlasting peace. a website filled with bad poetry and lost ideals.

big muff
before i forget, i shared an embarressing moment with jonathan during lunch. i asked the vendor at the lunchbox:"how much is your pie?" of course it didnt help when the funky chicken guffawed in laughter. but i don't think the vendor caught on. she was asian.

pedal to the metal
in a bid to make my money's worth with respect to my drving lessons, i burned enough rubber to turn capatain planet in his grave. along some inane australian street, i waited at the "give way" line. uphill. perfectly lined up, i observed the cars as the zoomed by. caught my oppurtunity. i proceeded into the necessary protocols, found the balance point and let loose the handbreak. this would be beautiful. until the wheels revved, but the car wouldnt budge. i floored the accelerator, only to be met with violent resistence and the smell of something burning. casually, the master took control and popped my gear into first. yeah, something was burning, and it was my master's pocket after he splurges on a new clutch.

on
so we have to get on with our lives somehow. we can sleep. sleep's an easy way to forget you have a life to live. if you sleep long hours, the day just passes by so much faster. i'll admit, im starting to forget wot its like to blog. i cannot remember the purpose of everything's harmless in the end. am i supposed to tell you about my day, or wots been going on? i think ive been shaped and i only know so little of it.

i can only safely say now, that i wanna grab my bass and play again. i wanna piss myself. and then again, i wanna not be dependent on my activities. yeah, i could go drown myself, it'd fill the hours. but just living alone drains the life out of you. ive got a case of the rut. i think.

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wrrrrr
i vaccumed the house today because i was supposed to. it feeks good to not have dirt stick to your feet. i'll change my sheets some time soon.

keep your head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums
pay no mind to what other voices tell you
they don't care about you
like i do.
safe from pain
and truth
and choice
and other poisoned devils
- pet, a perfect circle

gorgeous. today, i realised wot my favourite song off thirteenth step was. the band has been working on two new songs the past two days, i'm itching to know how they turned out. and i wished i was there.

comatose
i thought i'd nap for 45 mins, but i woke up the next morning instead. close to 11 hours worth of sleep. guess there was nothing to do last night. which makes me wonder whether my social needs will be met when i go back to spore. haha, i guess im trying not to get my expectations too high up. but yeah, when you think about it, it gets you down somewhat. like you can't control it all. haha, am i a control freak? one look in my room, you probably wont think so.

the only thing i can remember about my 11 hour stasis is i had to brush my teeth along orchard road, and then i was looking for a sink to spit, but i couldnt find any.

stasis, yeah, that's wot it felt like. the traffic passing us by as i stood watching.

gotta let the light in sometimes
haven't really been ranting of late. as such, this isn't such a soap opera. well, you're not gonna get any juicy bits. hmmm, i'm at one of those blog existentialism stages again. i just saw one blog kill itself, and while i believe its kinda healthy over here, i am contemplating the mortality of the blog. don't wanna owe it or anyone anything.

but don't worry, well, i'm not worrying. why should you?

godzilla sperm
random radiation fearing conversation with leodi has led to the new increasingly mindless and obligatory string of two words: godzilla sperm.
it's amazing how your mind conjures when it's late. but early enough for the new day to start.

they said, let go of the past
but i can't resist a good laugh. and it says polyfonik!

in the buisness of your best interests
even if it costs a dollar only, the guy who owns armitage shanks must be a fookin' billionaire aye?

handicap points
try not using your thumb when you do everyday things. you'll notice some interesting results.

failsafe
so they say it hurts

always glad to be of service
i'm so glad i have a blog sometimes. i can take it out here and blast it into oblivion. oblivion! yes, i still wont be sleeping tonight. prayers for my soul and arrangements for my body should be made with my secretary, miss evan hokinoyma

when i'm dead, i'll let you know
i can be such a procrastinator at times. who's with me to stay up the night, the next day and fall asleep 24 hours later? i prophesise sleep 24 hours from now.

take this cup from me
is it fear that stops us from functioning? lost causes that prevent us to keep fighting? if you want a journal, i'll be home soon. i'll be back in spore soon. can't it wait? what lies for me back home. home. home. so distant, so near.

"My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one."
John 17:15 NIV

we want the world and we want it now.
mighty fine words by the lizard king.

was chatting with jeannie quite a bit on msn messenger 6.0. it's uber cool, allowing webcam live feeds, and display pictures! awesome stuff! i reckon the whole world should say screw friendster and start getting connected with those friends of yours in a more pro-active way.

download it here. and add me using shamutheworld@yahoo.com

this hour is ours
did you ever think, that if your life were a cliché, it just might be happier relatively?

mix-master zero
mindless ninja! fun

worthwhile
this bloke died during training. i know it's gonna sound harsh, but shite happens. and it's the double standards that tick me off sometimes.

I am determined to establish the full facts of how such an unauthorised act occurred and to identify the persons responsible for it.

yeah, believe or not, NSFs and Regulars put their asses on the line everyday. i dunno, i don't usually sympathise with Regulars, but i mean, these blokes believed in defending the nation (i'd ideally like to think so), and they're not gonna paint pretty pictures during Combat Survival Training. So you want your son of the nation to be an effective killing machine, but he's not allowed to train under the harshest and riskiest conditions? and now he's a victim, not a hero? i dunno, it all looks the same to me. someone's gotta be the scapegoat, and it's not gonna be me.

neo print!
more mindless fun with the webcam.
snaps of my two housemates.

messin' with my head
snapped by me. finally!
thanks nic for the webcam

it only rains in summer
if you do a search for media, violence and children in the murdoch library database, you'll come across this book:
don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.

arguably
no one knows wot they're talking about these days.

spam guard
i just decided to bring this up. those of you who're yahoo users, when you report spam, they give you two checkboxes. one to report spam to yahoo (more effective) and one to block the address that sent it (less effective). but they're checkboxes, not choices, so if i click both its verry effective right? or i might be wrong. still, very strange user interface. oh, an i'm terribly bored.

embrace
into the fold :
pep's the mind is a dangerous place
kai's fat people, make me some pie!
leonard's gormless's deviant art

also, the new band page has been wonderfully revamped by the ever talented gt.

mutter mutter
all over the world, people talk shite about nothing

a long necked tortoise
i saw a long necked tortoise crossing the road at welshpool during my driving lesson this morning. apparently they're endangered. i thought it would scuttle away if i drove near it, but it didn't, so i had to brake for it.

sushi!!
this was yoshi's reply after i emailed him back, man you gotta love these jap dudes. *grin* :

Oh, Brian....
Ah,Brian....

You are excellent!
You are intelligent!
You are clever!
You are smart!
You are good-looking!
You are cool!
You are my angel!
you are....my hero!!!!L(>v<)v

I really really appreciate your kindness.(T_T)

I do hope you have fantastic weekend,
and complete speechless wonderful essay!!

Again, THANK YOU, Brian!!!!

sashimi!
an email from my japanese research mate, yoshi. i love this guy:

Hello, again.

Sorry, Brian.
I have more questions about our presentation.
Do you remember how many participants we had?
I suppose...6 or 7??
and, do you know their age?

I am sorry, I give you many questions.

I am waiting for your answers.

thank you.

lacking
i know we've been lacking of late. it's strange playing so many thoughts in your head, and when you're praying so desperately, you also make so much noise you can't hear a thing. hey, it happens.

couldn't type in here, because in the end, everything wasn't harmless. oh brian, you've been living in a safe 'lil circle for so long, did you forget the world outside? no, i retreated from the world, because i thought i wasn't a part of it. apparently in the grand scheme of things, ive been in the pit stop for too long. have i? i thought i was crew. i was always the shotgun buddy wanting the driver's seat. but not everyone handles a race well, and i'm kind of learning to drive. well, maybe and something like that.

loosed un-bridled
paranoia. i have a problem eating my microwave reheated breakfast this morning. i keep thinking that the water molecules that vibrated to boiling point, somehow still contain in them harmful radiation. while we all have to die anyways, do you wanna leave eating radioactive food? well, i guess this teaches us we can't choose how we wanna go. so don't be too disappointed. =)

chanced upon a chance
all is well and pretty in brian-land. just thought the general public would have liked to know.

bar italia
snapped by nic on 011003 at TGIMambo


now if you can stand
i would like to take you by the hand
yeah, and go for a walk
past people as they, go to work
... ...
let's get out of this place
before, they tell us that
we've just died
... ...
oh now, move move quick you gotta move
come on it's time, come on it's true
oh now move move quick you gotta move
come on it's time, oh wot did you lose?
... ...
that's wot you get for holding it
you can't go home and go to bed
and now it's morning
there's only one place you can go
it's round the corner is soho
where other broken people go!
let's go..
- pulp, bar italia

time to ask for a car
cherylin :
ask for 6k
he'll give 5k
you say ok.

land of the lost

one of the better things to do at the royal show.