Cut off from Malaysia back in who knows when

(Yes this post contains chat logs)

Firstly,

I would like to thank beatmerchant for doing some good quality live recording for us of Melfraps,
"Play of the Night" and "Sweet Misses".

Please feel free to go to "Our Myspace" and listen to em,
And do leave us comments,
Negative or positive, both are fine by me.

One problem is,
Play of the Night wasn't recorded till the very end,
So we have to do a re-record someday later.

And we still have "Natalie" and newly-made "Holy Cow" for recording too.

By the way our gig has been postponed to 25th May,
You can contact me for further details.


That's all about band matters.


So someone has been a very bad girl,
Labelling cats as stupid,
Because they play with birds,
Got them killed,
And doesn't eat them?

Let me tell you a little about cats,
A little true story about my household best-friend,

By the name of Yaya,
My Siamese cat.

There were times when I had problems,
When I had no one to talk to,
And she's just in front of me.

So I talked to her,
Spilling my heart out with words,
And Yaya just sat looking at me with such adorable eyes,
As if listening to me.

And whenever I stopped for awhile,

She meowed.

Some melodious meow that somehow sooth my mind inside out.

Yaya wasn't the first that made my life full of happiness by the way.

To insult such a beautiful creature just because you're afraid of them,
With the exception of roaches (it's an ugly creature anyway),
I'm not going to let you off.

Now I present to you,

A lovefool who became all too possessive.




To summarized things up for the non-malays,
Naz finally got his first bookout tonight,
So I was asking pariapa the other day if I could have him for sat night,
To play football with our circle of friends which have been widening from time to time.

Just for a night,
I wanted to have everyone gather together and do some kicking of balls,
And sit down after that chit-chatting about the randomest of crap.




Urm?




Well you see,
I was being kind enough to let you have your time with him upon booking out,
Cause I know what it feels like to have someone you're so in love with separated for weeks.

But to make me look like the "bad guy" by twisting my words?
From just a merely one saturday night of football,
To preventing him from seeing you first when he booked out?

After all I've planned and did to get you shy lovefools together?

When I put myself in your shoes,

I realised I'm indeed,

One possessive fuck.





And that's what people get for criticising them ultra-loveable cats,
Lan

Little bad mistake

I was about to get out of my seat and ready myself for work,
When something tells me I had to do some bloghopping for awhile.

I did.

And eventually came to Pariapa's blog,
Saw one superbly disappointing strings of phrases that got my blood shooting towards its' boiling point.


This.




Bad mistake.
I'll get back to this when I'm more free afterwards,
To faf,
You may join me if you wish.

Nobody talks about cats that way.

NOBODY!


Oh wait,
Before I forget.

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARIAPA'S AND NAZ YOU FUCKEN LOVEFOOOOOLS!

But I'm not gonna let you go for abusing cats verbally still!


HUARRGHHHHHHHH!,
Green-LANtern

Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones? It's only natural.

3 hours more to work,
And I still haven't get any sleep.

Tsk.
Hardcore.

That's exactly why I hate morning shifts.

Well yeah,
I've been reading up chat logs,
Like how it was a hobby of mine before I went in the police force.

I know it's been quite some time since I last did em chat logs and got em here.

But I'll save it for the latter part of this entry.


So last night I met up with the bands that are performing on 4th april together with us,
Along with the organising parties involved.

We took a trip down hong lim park to observe the stage we're performing on in weeks time.

Impressive,
Really impressive I'm telling ya.
Lan of Crackerjack and myself were like walking around the stage imagining we're some known bands performing at Glastonbury.

Pete Doherty and Brandon Flowers?
Heh.


See that white thingy with shades?
That's the shit I'm talking about mannn.




It was a dream come true for both of us Lans,
I'm not suprised they named it as Mini-Glastonbury.

The stage is much bigger than any I've performed on,
A stage that I've always dream to perform on,
Walking here and there digging the mic.

Fuhlamak best laa.

So guys please do your best to come down this 4th april,
It's free and it's open air so you guys can bring down kites to play with too.
Best part is,
I heard the sound systems were great.

So to everyone,
PLEASE MAN FOR FUCKS SAKE PLEASE COME DOWN AND SUPPORT US AND THE OTHER BANDS!!

Okay fine maybe I'm over-enthusiastic.

But really,
Fucking grand I'm telling ya.

Anything just contact me here or whatever.

Just.
Come.
Down.
Thank you.



Now now,


As you might have guessed it,
I present to you.


Chat logs entitled:

Fafa 08 Edition,
Before she became boring like she has now.



When faf and I always being random yet ended up doing clever crap





When she always misunderstands me in a funny way




When she's a failure at predictions...BIG TIME FAILURE IM TELLING YA!



(FYI: She's confident I'll grow darker than her after going through BMT in camp, so we met quite recently to compare our skin. Don't wanna be mean but- YOU SHOULD SEE THE LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN SHE DISCOVERS IM STILL FAIRER MANN!)



When she always did her best to strike a conversation with me, even when I'm not in the mood. Sigh I feel bad now man.





When she still did her best to strike a conversation with me, even when I'm offline. I mean yeah, she's kinda weird if ya ask me.





And of course, when I'm unsure of capabilities and she was there to pinpoint things out.





Faf,
Please reformat yourself and install back that Fafa 08 edition,
I don't know why but you're getting boring these days and I'm missing the old side of ya.

And baby,
I'm sorry if I've been ignoring you when I was attached with you-know-who even though the chat logs stated otherwise.
You are my best white arabic cum indon baby whom I always likes to annoy and will always be.

You are my best msn buddy.

And you know I still love you as my annoying arab-pussygirl.


Lan The Man

And darling I don't believe in love, after you taught me what it's for

"Show me how,
Show me why,
It's just another dumb adventure!"

That's the exact words you'll hear from Melfraps' latest song,
A song of which the band finally showcase some attitude,
A song for everyone to dance to,

A rock n roll song.


So Melfraps will be having another gig this coming 4th of April,
For the first time it's an open air gig,
Best part is you don't have to get any ticket for it.

Free entry to everyone.

Details are as follows.



And I forgot,
For the first time ever.

Both Lans are performing together on the same stage,
Adlan of Crackerjack,
And me of Melfraps duh.

I must say all the bands excluding us are very good,
So do stay and give support to all of them,
We'll do our best to give our best to you guys too.

And yes,
We're bring our newly-made rock and roll song on the 4th april too.

All the more reason why YOU should come.


So now,
I have all my pay gone in just a day,
Payday on 12th,
Shopping on 13th,
Gone on 14th.

Most of my pay went to the folk guitar I've been planning to buy.

Original price was about 500,
But one shop in penin have it for 250 (Half price hurray),
A junior of mine back in the school band days was working there,
So I got this baby, along with a free used Ibanez guitar bag,




For a freaking $200.


Bloody hell,
I can never stop telling myself how fucking lucky I am to have this folk baby,
It feels really like bloody fucking really like damn bloody very nice.

*Touches folky baby*


Of course,
I'm going to miss playing my Takamine semi-acoustic after it broke down on me.


Since somewhere in 2006







See the ass-crack?



I had it for $560,
But hell,
I never actually used it on any amplifier before.

Thus me realising my mistake and got myself just a folk guitar.


Now with my folky-baby,
My song-writing spirit has been rejuvenated,
In fact I'm now taking a break on writing lyrics for MF's new song,
Thus my hype-up kind of entry now.

Oh by the way,
Nathan; Whom I mentioned was working in the guitar store I got my folky from,
Mentioned that I "wasted my talents" being a vocalist in the band.

Because he knew me as a guitarist,
A saxophonist,
And the [accent=boasting] best drummer of the school band [/accent]

But no Mr Nat,
I find comfort doing vocalist,
And all my history being a jack-of-all-trades in the music scene are best put as background knowledge.

This puts me in an advantage when arranging songs with Melfraps,
Knowing how to fit each and everyone's parts into a song,
To get everyone to "feel" our songs,
I just love to be that kind of person.

Of course everyone who worked with me before in terms of music,
Gets frustrated sometimes.
Like come on I know I'm a perfectionist and all but hey,

It's all for the tunes baby.




Now besides music,
I've recently made a new friend,
Someone who's living in the same peaceful village of Simei with me,
And you know what's the best part?

We're both into bollywood songs.

Buahaha.

Though I made a bad second impression following myself being late in last night's meet-up,
So sorry baby- I didn't know I had my phone on silent mode and continue having fun playing street fighter with Roy.

I'll make it up to you someday.
Maybe getting Folky to join us too.


And I don't know when I've started doing buahahaha,
Lan

National Service, and lost of a good friend

I know,
It's been almost a week since I last updated,
It's as if I'm still staying in camp and coming out on fridays,
It's a fact- Every men gets 45% busier when serving NS.

But fret not,
For I'm here,
With a long update.

And for dial-up users,
Don't say I didn't warn ya;

Today's SLN entry will be heavily loaded with pictures.



I'm splitting it into two parts.

My little story of being in a better NS environment.


And the unfortunate accident of my best friend.


To start it off,

I first enlisted into Home Team Academy studying the arts of policing back in 8th July 08,
Also known as my breaking-up-with-miss-gf day.

For the whole 3 months plus of BMT,
I didn't actually socialise,
My bunkmates always sees me as a thinking man,
Who lied on his bed staring into nothingness.

Regretful.

Other than my bunkmates who understood my position,
The others hated me.

Hated me because I didn't socialise,
Hated me because they thought I'm just too arrogant,
Hated me because they thought I only talked to fair-skinners,

Hated me because I'm always in my own world.

In short,
BMT was hell,
Till the day I finally passed out,

And headed into the NPC squad studying the arts of airport policing.




Readers here may have sources to argue that I'm being left out again,
But look at that picture again,
And tell me what exactly am I holding,

Or groping.

Hell yeah,
With my personal problems off my mind,
I began to understand the importance of having tight relations with my bunkmates.

With Sharizal,




The superbly-egoistic being I ever knew that will never takes no as an answer,
That idiot who kept boasting about girls and that annoying "No one can beat me in Winning Eleven" talk.

But he ended up being one of the closer bunkmates I had,
Influenced me to smoke in camp,
And in fact we had quite alot in common.

I can never forget that night when I was smsing faf with him on my bed,
And ended up knowing,
We both know the same exact faf.

Sigh,
How happy he was when faf called him some hot stuff.

Should have warned her about his ego much earlier,
Tsk.

Oh and by the way,
He's trying to quit smoking,
So all the best to him.


With Sanjay,



I believe he was the first person I ever talked to,
After overhearing conversations labelling him Hindustani.

My oh my,
He was indeed the species whose movies always involves dancing advertisements.

I remembered going up to him for the first time and telling him how I love hindustan songs,
And sang to him,
I thought he was gay because he got excited and kept touching me,
But no,
He touches everyone.

He's always hyper,
And we'll always end up singing bollywood songs with him helping me translate what it means,
I still rule though-
I can do hindustan dance moves and he can't.

Buahaha.


With Ridzwan,




Sanjay always calls him "Crazy boy",
But he's in fact worser than the title given.

He's always doing stupid stuffs,
Doing stupid accents like that fuckingly annoying Javanese accent,
And because of that,
He keeps us full of laughter.

I would have recommend girls to him if he's single now,
Full of humor,
Nice body,
Has a bike,
Corporal,
But unfortunately he's attached to one pretty girl with a flowerly name,
The best about his girlfriend is of course,




OH HOW LOVELY!


With Wei Chong,

Neh I don't have his picture.

I used to hate him alot when my bed was beside his.
Whenever I turn the fan off because I'm cold,
He'll get up from his bed and switch it on back.

Some bad-hearted fucker you say?

After I transferred to another bed,
We began touching each other alot.

He proclaimed himself as a Malay just to join us,
And we gave him the name "Ali",
Titled "UMNO Representative".

Heh.

And yeah,
He loves to fart.

For the others,
Gilbert,
Jarrel,
Rozaimi,
Nah WUUUU,

I love you guys too.
And fuck rozaimi for finding my g-spot and telling everyone about it.

There's this another guy,
But I just don't wanna talk about him.

Disgusting creature.
*bites nails and fingers*

"YOU KNOW AHHHHHH.."

-.-



Our last thursday night food party,





I agree with faf saying sha's hot in this picture. *hint* butt *hint*



After Passing Out to Airport Division




Sanjay Dutt, Alan Khan, Rizal Bachan, Wan Mukarji



Thank God,
We got ourself into the same team,
Team Charlie.

And tomorrow will be our first job together as a team,
Patrolling around Changi Airport.

Night shift.
Hurray.


With my story of NS said,
Tomorrow morning is the start for a new man,
A man who kept giving application to join the Police but they never replied,
And instead got his NS letter enlisting him into the green-loving Army force.

The man named,

Nazri.



Thus begins my story of "Loss of a good friend."

We knew each other since Secondary 1,
Almost immediately we became such close friends.

Up till now,
Even when having a girl,
He'd still come to my house accompanying play games.

He's like a brother to me,
Really.


Proof,



Yaya loves him too.


Although we rarely talk about personal problems,
Due to him laughing everytime I tell him about personal problems and indirectly hurting me,
Boo hoo,
Put us together and we'll never stop talking.

Ask Fareha if you just won't believe me because I once lied I'm a German with Wolfgang Alan White as my previous name.

Heh.

One thing about him though,
It's either that he's not photogenic,
Or he's just too good that the camera can't capture anything from a sincere smile,
To a bombastic macho pose.




Still okay.



Falling asleep during recital-
Still okay.



Magic trick with a cigarette-
I can see where's this going.



Ah,
Such rivalry between us.



Come on everyone,
Tell me I'm better at this please.

Since secondary school,
People always kept coming to my house to play games,
And yes,
He was the one who started that trend.



Since secondary school,
We'll always do stupid stuffs,
And take stupid pictures,
Or videos (I remember doing a William Hung She Bangs back in Secondary 4)




Since secondary school,
We are always an annoyance to the HDB residents because of being noisy at the void-deck,
From playing football to talking loudly while giving a blo- I mean paintjob to his sayang no.2




Since secondary school,
I know he's trying to keep it deep inside his heart,
But he's always supporting me in any way.




So we began recruiting unfortunate members of the public,
Into our ever-full of nonsense act,

That includes Fareez.



Hafizah.


And last but not least.



This is the infamous Fareha a.k.a wawakins a.k.a pariapa a.k.a chicken thigh
a.k.a missy_glamour_babe88@hotmail.com

That was when iRandom was created,
And we became the best of friends.


Observe now,
How Naz tried so hard to woo me at first.









HE FUCKING SMELLED MY HAIR,
BLOODY GAY.

Thank goodness missy glamour here came to my rescue,
Forcing Naz to pretend he was trying to make me look presentable.



And I matchmake them both into couple to save myself.




Although sometimes she caught Naz flirting with me,
But to protect her loved one,
She punished me instead,

Behold,
The King of Narnia brother of Aslan roar,




But even so,
We still get along well together.





Little that poor wawakins know Naz was indeed having scandals with guys,


And still wooing me through "hints"



Back then,
Naz had a bike,



And in my honest opinion,
All the adventures we had together in a group;

From playing football together,



To having meals at faraway places,


To going Mustafa Center just to play around,


To just hanging out in my room all night,



I will miss those times,
Greatly.

And thinking back,
There's always someone who misses Naz much greater than me,
Because he's the only one who can protect her from my annoying verbal attacks,



Approximately 9 hours from now,
He will be the second to enter the life of National Service.

I feel you pariapa,
I feel your pain,
I know you'll miss him much more than I do.

But fret not,
I'll make sure your free time are worthwhile with me,
Even though I'm prohibited from getting intimate with you,
Which seriously I would never want to,

Buahaha.


Sigh.

National service.


Just sucks Giganotosaurus ass.


Farewell my best friend,
Do make friends when you're in there,
Don't do the same mistake as I've did in my BMT.

Goodbye now,
You bloody green piece of crap.





Man on a mission, Can't say I miss you around,
Lan