The End.

(I know 3 songs with that title. MCR's, Simple Plan's and BFMV's. Lol.)

Yea okay. Breaking up ain't easy. Especially if it's 32 very emotional and psychotic people. We all know that I'm not really up for class spirit or whatever, but sometimes some things happen that can just crack that a bit. So I'm pretty attached too. For a detached person, that is.

I know, from primary school experience, that the really good friends I have can/will stay in touch. So actually, I'm not really that worried about "2A, RIP". But saying that to those people is like admitting you watch gay porn and think Drew Carrey is cute. They'll think you're the antichrist (I still dunno what that means, but it's supposed to be something very evil) or the spawn of Satan. So you'd only know if you read this blog. Please supress the urge to kill me.

Don't You Fake It

Boom. My blog's not locked up and suffering from low readership liao. Hopefully I won't be too conscious of my (much) wider audience and con't to write like I do. But there'll surely be a slight variation. Coz, like, anyone can read this now. Teachers, strip-club dancers, members of grungy garage rock bands, old, balding, myopic politicians and even your mom.

Anyway, point of this post is to review Don't You Fake It by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

My first impression of RJA was that they were a pretty nondescript pop rock band, something along the lines of the All-American Rejects. It's amazing how wrong I can be. In actual fact, they're more of a extremely addictive and respectable cross between FOB and the hardcore punk part AFI, leaning a bit more to the AFI side.

Cat and Mouse is a refreshing sparse and emotional song, a good laspe from the mood of the rest of the album. (Am I supposed to be happy? When all I ever wanted, it comes with a price. You said, you said that you would die for me. Fantastic. So freaking much disappointment and self-doubt there.)

The first single, Face Down, is, natuarally, the song that make the deepest first impression. But I listened to it a bit more and thought that the songs that really rocked were Atrophy, In Fate's Hands, False Pretense and Damn Regret.

The really best of Atrophy is the last chorus, when the chorus overlaps with the verse. Hearing on my computer, it didn't sound amazing or anything. But when I heard it using headphone, it totally melted me. OMFG great.

In Fate's Hands and False Pretense are actually quite alike. Upbeat with heavy, incessant bass and versatile and nimble guitar, the two lines entangle and meld into the vocals seamlessly, despite not actually shining on their own. There isn't any exceptionally fantastic drumming, though.

Damn Regret, from its title, should have been a heavy, angsty song, something like the Sharpest Lives by MCR. But it's actually something pretty pop rock, but a bit more intelligent and sophisticated than, say, S.O.S by the world's most *bleeped*-up people (the Jonas Bros, dumb). The first verse is pretty brilliant, coming right after a red-blooded American distroted guitar intro. "The moon is shining bright. The mood is feeling bright. I'll kiss you on your neck. People'll stare but we won't care," he sings with romantic, quiet delicacy. Despite this, the song totally has no trace of the corniness of a standard-issue love song.

I said that they were like FOB and AFI. The FOB comes from the crunchy and chunky guitar and bass (though FOB's is still better) while the AFI comes from the way he screams, suddenly switching from his decent but not really outstanding voice. The screams are amzaing, almost identical the Davey Havok's, (AFI's frontman) primal and raging and drawled over the bass, focusing the entire song on that sole sound.

Woo. Long post. Tired liao. Don't think will be posting much during the EOYs.

"Some days he feels like dying,

She gets so sick of crying."

~Extraordinary Girl by Green Day

Double Nuts

ZOMFG I'm so hyped. Just saw the MV for I Don't Care, the first single from Folie A Deux. The MV itself proves the pwnage of FOB. (Although most S'porean teens still remain tragically oblivious to that.) The vid has hell lot of guest celebs, and not just from the music industry. I even saw (ROFLMAOOL) Sarah Palin. (Hmm. FOB supports Obama. Which I do too, coincidentally.)

Folie A Deux means the "shared madness of two" (a.k.a a "relationship") which is such a cool new angle on it. I Don't Care is, musically/commercially a exact clone of Arms Race. A great rock anthem chorus but lyrically weak verses. And the breakdown's a bit...jazzy. Which is surprising, but not actually that bad.

Anyway, I hope FOB doesn't stray too far away from their TTTYG and FUCT musical style. The diversity on IOH was good, but also showed warning signs. I was already devastated by Panic!, and I can't take a second fatal blow. (Job. Lololol. Can't help it.)

Now I'm torn between deciding who's more talented, FOB or Green Day. If I'm just looking at the band and its members, FOB wins hands down. But musically, they're totally equally matched. Fall Out Boy's being led by a freaking musical genius, Patrick Stump (he joined FOB as a drummer, had his godlike vocals discovered, then picked up guitar) but Green Day has lasted a bit longer and is one of the only indie rock bands from the 90s to make it to mainstream and coexist with teens of the new millennium. Also, American Idiot, as an entire album, beats all of FOB's albums.

Was actually intending to review Don't You Fake It by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, but I guess I can save it for next time.

"I don't care

As Long as it's about me

The best of us

Can find happiness in misery"

~I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Living, Dying, Lying

"True friends stab you right in the face." That's one of the most freaking cool quotes I've heard.

Anyway, wanna do some music critism. Commentary. The rest of the world's got me PC too.

Most albums by non-mainstream bands will have a songs that sounds poppier and more catchy than the rest of the album. This is, like, their money song. (a.k.a Single) It gets to be a ringtone and a vid but usually isn't as good. Infinity On High's single was Arms Race, Simple Plan's was When I'm Gone, Decemberunderground's was Miss Murder, (which is just as good as the rest of the album. Great exception) The Best Damn Thing's was the horrific Girlfriend, (totally crushed me. I thought Avril was this emo-punk chick. Then I realise it didn't change her chio-ness and life went on) Boys Like Girls' was The Great Escape... You get my drift. Actually these songs are the ones you like the first time you listen to the album but they fade out in the long run. It's kinda sad to see bands need to do this to make money. As in, go against their true musical direction. Just shows how screwed tastes are now. Sad.

Been reading album reviews. It's really cool the way they discribe the music, with references to music "scenes" and past hits and similar bands. And they've pretty intelligent tastes. If it's pop, they'll acknowledge that it's catchy but soon to burnout. If it's some kinda weird genre like folk or country or jazz, I don't really read. If it's punk, they reference and compared it to FALL OUT BOY. Muahahahahahahaha. It's better than the Grammys.

EOYs coming. Shit.

"What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery?

I would gladly bet my life upon it

That the ghost you love, you ray of light will fizzle out

Without hope

We're the empty set just flowing through wrapped in skin

Ever searching for what we were promised

Reaching for the golden ring we'd never let go

Who would ever let us put their filthy hands upon it?"

~Miss Murder by AFI

(That's the breakdown (critics' term) of Miss Murder. Damn sinister. =) )

Leave well enough alone

Blogging alot less now, coz I can now SMS just about my only reader. But I'm inviting Gunny, so I guess I'll need to start posting again.

Just some sketch show-style comedy...

How to not get beat up in a shady LAN crawling with pai kias:

1. As you enter the LAN, find a reason to insult your companion's mother, preferable with a word that sounds like "cheese pie".
2. Mess up your hair, if it isn't already "artfully dishevelled".
3. Scream about how you're "outta cigarettes" and that your "cocaine supplier ditched you".
4. If you have a cap, don't cover your head entirely. Let it sit there like it's the 1960s and afros are hip. (The pai kias love doing that. Dunno why.)
5. Swagger a bit.
6. Untie the laces on one shoe. The dudes love scruffyness.
7. Have something in your mouth that you can chew nonchalantly. Try to be noisy with it.
8. When playing, randomly accuse people of KS-ing. (eg. A PA and a Troll asks you, PotM, to start a gank. You shoot an arrow and miss. Then you try to leap but gets stuck in the trees. PA flings a dagger and Troll permabashes the guy to death. You shout. "Who the F***ER go and KS me?! My MOTHERF***ing arrow got him into PA's range and my leap IAS aura let Troll permabash!! F*** you all. All your mothers no (CHEESE PIE)!! F***head f***dick f***shit mindf***ers!!) @#%^@!!!) Hopefully the gangters there dunno hokkien and will be intimidated but not pissed. If they are, you're screwed.
9. Don't feed, but don't pwn too much. Just don't get noticed. (Be a TA and meld in the mid lane for the whole game, leeching exp. After an hour, go use your gold per second $$$ and get a chicken army. They'll love you.)
10. Finally, don't even go near the LAN if you're buckteethed, wearing a checkered tie, a plaid shirt, wearing thick, black nerd glasses (save the chic geek look for uni. Heard it's all the rage there.) or tight trousers. The pai kias will instantly smell the Scent of the Nerd in the air and immediately attempt to kick your balls. Dozens of legs aiming at one crotch isn't a nice feeling. Then they'll slice and dice you faster then those gAyE chefs and Japanese steak houses (yum). You probably won't come home.

Fall Out Boy's album's coming out Nov 4th. OMG. Can't wait for it.

"I see you lying next to me

With words i thought I'd never speak

Awake

And unafraid

Asleep

Or dead"

~Famous Last Words by MCR

Sorry

I've learn't never to get my hopes up, and you should too. It's never gonna make it if you're gonna be so hopelessly hopeful. Not that it's your fault. We've already decided that the bad guy's "society", remember?

Haiz. Cheer up. And don't go near sharp stuff.

Deprivation. Depravation.

You sounded better over the phone. And the call sorta cured me. The emoness was just withdrawal symptoms from you-deprivation. Coz you weren't blogging much. That's hinting.

Nothing much to blog about right now. Decided not to post the poem coz I suddenly don't like it. Yea, fickle.