Dirge for self-contribution

When I'm dreaming of someone, I can't sleep. When I'm not thinking of anyone, I can't sleep too. Can anyone find me my Angel of sleep? Angel of death is standing beside me all the time.

I just got a myspace. They say it's a great place for music. I'll die for music.

So, what's up with me and low-paying jobs? Well, it'll be a few more weeks and I'll go through my life-changing point that is national service.

Enslaved

My electric guitar? I bought it with my own money, working whilst waiting for my 'O' Level results. The harsh conditions at causeway point burger king hell. The chinese boss was damn self-righteous, in other words, fucked up. And I was the scapegoat kid. All the aunties there accused me of thief. I survived 7 months.

Guitar lesson books that I bought? I'm quite a self-taught. Unlike some newbies who pray a 'Slash' or 'Malmsteen' will drop from the sky and give them free ultimate lessons. Free lessons? Free lessons? Free lessons??

Economical 50 bucks guitar pedals? Yeah it's not Boss or Metalzone but at least I don't borrow from friends like freeloaders.

Lap-top? Bought it half-paid with the aid of my mum. I'm still paying to her every month. And I remember repairing it once. 200 plus with my own pocket money, inclusive of all last year's hari raya collections gone.

Metal disc collections? Every month I'll buy one for the sake of supporting. But very common I'll skip them due to other more important spendings.

My newly bought Ibanez acoustic guitar? I just bought it last week. All the sweat that I drained in the Pizza Hut kitchen. Cycling back and forth to work every day and late nights. My legs are growing numb.

So, am I a freeloader? I think I've sacrificed an amount of my soul and heartwork.

The shield burns

Nothing else to do on a dull Sunday, hence I support these guys. Great job shieldburners! Maybe very minor cock ups but better than most of the bands at Ultrasound.

Lots of mediocrecy seen yesterday from some bands.

But maybe it's the type of gig. Just decent bunch of youngsters expressing their love for music, despite untuned guitars, immature double-pedals, powerchords strong enough to blow away flies, mosquitos and bacteria present in the air. Wow. I feel like turning into Simon Cowell.

Back to sleep. Still experiencing stomach-ache, knee-ache, tired eyes, heartsickness, ravenbleakness...