I'm gonna break my rusty cage...

...and run.

We've been inactive again, I know. We're back for good, rest assured, what with ass-too-'kay being back from Down Under.


Today's post is a little more... how should I say... mellow? This is probably due to getting worn out by the audition I had yesterday for a Battle of the Bands. Unfortunately for you lovely people out there, I don't have pictures for it, eventhough I'm proud to say what a rock star I was to stick my tongue out at the camcorder while soloing to The Knack's My Sharona. Hell yeah.

The precedings were more c(h)ockful of shite. Warm ups outside the studio included jumping on a bench, blowing smokes at the CCTV, doing headstands at the edge of the top of the stairs, wailing to Sweet Child O'Mine's solo parts and laughing the hell out of our heads.

Yeah, okay. I'm done blowing my trumpet again. Here's the piece of the day.













Before you can even get to tell me that.

– Liam –

Lawfully Dumb...

Learning how to read law and applying it is like reading old literature...

It's boring, tedious (*most of it*) and they always tend to over-complicate things, which I personally believe is in an attempt to keep their clients (*and at some point, themselves*) in a state of total cluelessness, in an effort of milking them for every cent they have and every high blood pressure level that they can achieve.

If swear, if I had my way, the Coorporations Act of Victoria would be just 2 pages long...

PAGE 1
If you go to bed, and you can't fall asleep, you did something wrong.

PAGE 2
If you come to work the next day looking like you could not go to sleep, you should go to jail.

There. Simple and to the point.

Then again, if I were to do that, "Romeo and Juliet" would be 1/2 a page long, with size 10 fonts...

Stupid law...

Currently listening to:-
Fever Dream by Iron and Wine
Shine by Lil' Wayne, and Mannie Fresh
Jezeeble by Iron and Wine

--[s2k]--

I work the engine but the engine wouldn't turn...

Uh-huh... it wouldn't turn... until now.

Alright folks, it's that time again. November's here. Damn, it sure as hell gonna rain every day. *cue to play Guns & Roses' November Rain*

Now that my old friendster blog is (un)officially dead, I think I'll just post ALL my rants here. Yeah, I know, I love y'all too much. But do go there to see more of what I had to say. Bulls in Sheets

Speaking of love... ever wonder why Americans LOVE to take everything from outside and make it their own? They take cricket, gave it a facelift and voila! Baseball. Worse, they think that they're REAL men when they love their version of "football". C'mon... you ram around like bulls... with helmets and pads? Go play rugger, you dweebs. That's the original game. And "Football" already existed waayyy before you clowns invented your "version" of "football". These guys just took rugby and gave it Botox.

Not convinced that "American FOOTBALL" is gay? Look below.





Enough said.

– Liam –