Instant Sec three.

Time flies, doesnt it? In primary six there we all were, a clueless bunch of fucks, next thing we know, whoa, were in sec three!

It never really struck me, hey, the school year is going to end. means the final year exams are coming. Scary shit. Im frightened. Im scared. Im lazy. Im scared.
In secondary school, we have to actually study for exams. I dont think Ive learnt to study just yet. I dont know how to. All through my scholastic life I never did study. I think im gonna be a failure academically, and in this sick sad little country of mine, that means I will be a failure in life. But fuck it all, what's life for anyway? We havent got the slightest clue, so why bother? Lets all just have a good time. Heres to Good Ol Jolly Times and we can have Christmas on Haloween. And every other day as well.

Hello, boys and girls. Today, we are going to learn about Bong's life yet again: thoughts, feelings and all.

Bong is now trying out a new colour as he feels that his blog is quite boring. He is talking about himself in the third person now. Brilliant!

Sadly, ladies and gentlemen, Bong feels that he has lack of determination. Bong feels that he cannot study very well as he is often distracted. Having nice things in his room can be good and bad, he feels. The exams are very close by and Bong feels like this wall is moving towards him and he is going to slam into it. Bong is not going to do very well for these exams, he reckons, but he is going to try his best. "Its very scary," Bong said during an interview, "I think I totally suck, Im such a wreck, I know what Im supposed to do but Im just not doing it."

This little weakness of Bong's will turn around and bite him in the ass as soon as the results come out. And Bong will be all sad cause his parents will ground him and shit.

Meanwhile, Bong is thinking about everything else but studies...


Man, its good to get out of yourself and think of yourself as a someone else for a while and pretend you are not you. That way you realise everything about you bad, and good.
For one, I realised I judge people, and I unintentionally make fun of them in a way. Thats not good I suppose. One day I will get into shit for that. I also realised how bad my study habits are, because I have no study habits. I just dont study. Bad, Bad Bad. Im also bad at singing. I make fun of bad singers alot and dont look at myself. Sometimes theyre really godawful and I cant imagine HOW ON EARTH they can think that they are anywhere near good, but I dont think im qualified to think like that just yet, because im nowhere near an accomplished singer yet, let alone guitarist. Fuck, I dont think im good, dammit, but at least I can tell tone deaf people from people who can play. But heck, im no one to critisize. Im gonna just try to improve myself on that.

Looking outside of yourself kinda gives you a perspective on your bad habits. I think everyone should do this to improve yourselves. The world will be a better place if we all just stop critisizing others and start looking at ourselves and hammering insult after insult at ourselves before doing anything.

Hey everyone should respect Rage Against The Machine. Now I dont really listen to them but I think theyre really good musicians.

I need a truckload of 1000 dollar bills now, I wish it could just fall on my lap right now and I can go buy my 5gb mp3 that I want so badly, I can go buy my new guitar, with invader pickups, oohhh yeah baby, I could buy my new amp, my new zoom pedal, my merch from Image, god I love that shop. Sigh, thats all imaginary.
But since when do we know what we actually want? The moment you get it, you want something else.

Ponder on that, yall. See you next time, Adios!

Hello there, friends.

First off, thanks KC, for the heads up. Really, I should f**king grow up!
Aight from now on, all the territorial claims bullshit is nonexistant.
It took no longer than ten minutes of reading KC's tag for me to realise I was such a wuss about music and who listens to what. So what if youre a nigger and you listen to punk rock? That shouldnt be frowned upon, that should be seen as something totally rad!

From now on, Punk Rock is not reserved only for the punk rockers. Music is for everyone.
Let the whole world know that the music I love kicks ass.

The only thing I'm really pissed about it the fact that many dumbasses mix up everything and its extremely annoying, its like they are making a mockery of the music that we love, theyre taking it and not understanding it and twisting it around.


Besides that stuff, I just realised another thing. Nowadays when I listen to music, especially the music that I have loved from way before, it brings back memories and reminds me of a certain era of my life. It's a really rad feeling when youre listening to pop punk and having all these emotions run through you, Its just really weird. I'm like, fuck yeah, this is rad.
Mxpx reminds me of when I was in sec 1 and I was just exploring the poppunk world cause I was tired of listening to Blink and Greenday over and over again. It reminds me of the time when I brought my discman to school cause I didnt have an mp3 player and I listened to the same songs over and over again and then I got so sick of them.
Its a really rad feeling to be listening to a song that just stirs up your emotions as it brings back really emotional memories from the past, its just really rad and I dont know how to explain it.

I just went to Irwin's house today. After church. Whenever I go there, its like my mind skips back to when we were such posers. We've gone a long fucking way together. Love my bro, Irwin, though you dont read my blog and you seldom go online, I fucking love you!
I dont know why, the stuff in Irwin's room makes me remember all my old things, the way I thought that blink was punk rock, absolutely punk rock and I didnt know that blink was actually pop punk which developed from punk rock, we didnt know about emo, we were so uneducated. Then suddenly I remember all the stupid things we did, as in really stupid cause we were immature and things, I dont know why! Its fuckin weird, to remember all these things suddenly. Emotional shock. Its quite fun actually, to laugh at myself and my mistakes, but all these memories will be cherished, good or bad, they make me me.

Come to think of it, these memories revolve around the same bunch of people and the things they did to Irwin and I. Theyre not real friends. If one of you is reading this, you probably know who you are.
I feel I gotta write this somewhere, why not here?
Ah wtf, Ill do it.
Okay so here goes, this group of so called friends were okay at first, I actually thought we were all best buds, I thought theyd stand by me as I stood by them. But this wasnt true. On more than one occasion they proved me wrong, again and again. I just cant trust these people. Sometimes theyre nice, yes, sometimes theyre funny. But they never actually did anything to me, they just dont understand that I dont like the way they are, it just pisses me off.
You know what pissed me off the most? I actually stood up for them. And I got stabbed everytime I did it.
When my other friends dissed them, I stood up for them. I made sure that I was a true friend. But each time, my other friends accusations were proved right. Each time i stood up for them, I got jagged. I started to realise my other friends were right. Those people were not nice people, no matter how many times I said so, no matter how much i trusted them. I was wrong about them. And it was a raging battle in my mind every time. It was like, "Hey man. I stand up for these people I call my friends, because my other friends wrongly accuse them of being antisocial fuck people, but then I realise that my other friends are actually right with their accusations. Fuck! Now what am I supposed to do. I actually loved those friends."
Yeah, my real friends accused them of being antisocial. I stood up for them, I even cried, I wailed and said, no theyre not, they need time to warm up. But no, they prove me wrong, they proved themselves to be really antisocial. Wtf, for standing up for you, I get this crap? No way, Im outta here.
Then I woke up. I realised they are not my kind of people. Here's to the former sa suh bloody belas or whatever. Im out, fuck off. Were just aqquaintences okay? Dont ever forget the past. Cause I wont. The past moulds today. Today moulds tomorrow and the thought of tomorrow reflects on the past.
I dont care about them so I wont fight anymore. I wont bother. Okay? So I will be nice to you people cause I dont care. I will stop fighting. Cause I DONT CARE, you are not my friends anymore, were just aqquaintences. okay. yes. thats it. thats what I wanted to say, and ive said it.





Thanks for reading, tune in next time.

Let us all pause to give the big finger to the School Of Rock competition, the brilliant idea by straits fucking times that resulted in the popping up of so many poser bands and all the lame fucks from everywhere who previously didnt give a shit about music now learning the guitar or bass or drums just cause its cool or in.

Fuck you guys, bitches. Posers. Its people like you who spoil the music industry, its the radio and its MTfuckingV!

Eat that, bitch.

Hello there dear friends. I feel so satisfied and honoured, everyone likes Adventure Books. Hurray! Thank you one and all, I feel absolutely splendid, seriously.

Aight, I've come to realise how weird things are these days. You know how stupidly people blog? its like, they write everything that went on that day, some even give an hour by hour analysis. Damnit, people dont want to read that, people want to read how you think, what you think of others, what you didnt say or do, and the reasons, not what you did, what you said, what time you blew your nose, cause people dont need to be informed on that stuff, cause they already know it! A blog's not a newspaper, its a place to exhibit your feelings, the way you think and the way you feel about things, damnit!

I like Paolo's blog, it totally rocks, thats the way blogs should be.

And people, stop saying punk is dead. All you punk rockers out there with the tapered check pants, rancid shirts, green mohawks and boots, punk is not dead, you know why? punk moved and developed, just like all the other kinds of music did. Punk isnt a way of life, posers, it isnt a culture, its just music. You guys say punk is dead cause people go around wearing tie and say, hey i dress like avril lavigne, i listen to simple plan and busted and my hair is punky! True, theyre f**king posers and shouldnt live, but that doesnt mean punk is dead. Punk now has so many different walks. You have you old school punks, the tight check pants, rancid t shirts, jackets, studs everywhere, boots, you name it, you guys are old school. Sex pistols is old stuff now. Punk moved, and now pop punk developed. Blink 182 and Sum 41, even Motion City Soundtrack is punk. but its POPpunk. They dont go around dressing the same way sex pistols did. Thats cause theyre different. Dude, theyre different. Punk's not dead, punk's moved.

Can you imagine, Emocore developed from emo, emo developed from pop punk, pop punk developed from punk, punk was The Ramones. Hey, Atreyu, Finch, A7X, Saosin! Pay youre respects to The Ramones!

Music is so different now.
And posers are abundant.
I'll dedicate a whole post just for posers, but right now, I dont really have the time. Fuck you poser losers. Avril Lavigne is not a Punk Rock Princess. She's a pop princess, you fucktards.
Stop listening to story of the year, man! You posers! Jesus, have we even listened to your bullshit? No! So we dont listen to your shit, You dont listen to ours! Its territorial claims, damnit, Fuck you guys, man!

Hello dear friends and readers of my blog. Who here thinks im funny? okay two, three...
The Moron Madness gig went fine, a huge THANK YOU to everyone who was there, esp Gabriel, Martin, KC and everyone else, Vic yvelyn all, and Allyssa thanks for videoing the thing although it wasnt that nice, no offence dear, and thank you to everyone else there. You guys made it happen.

Yay, The Cereal Killers played our first live original for 70 people... yay... happy happy happy

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Hello there friends. I havent blogged in quite some time, in the hope of leaving the post about the gig up for enough time for sufficient people to take a look at it and aknowledge that the gig will actually happen.

Following on the recent set of events thrown at me, I would gladly say that I am proud to have all my friends by my side, may they be from my beloved Moron Madness crew or Sa Suh Bloody Belas, I dont care, you guys are my friends. Im not being hypocritical. And Im sorry, Sa Suh Belas, for everything I have caused. Ive decided to be the bigger man, forget about everything okay. Just stop shutting your mouths. Ive come to realise that friends come and go as easy as fuck takes away your virginity. You sway to one group, the other hates your guts, you sway to the other, you find reason to hate the other group, its all cause the two groups are made up of different people and the person in the middle, namely me gets fucked up in his little spot and it all gets so messy. Things will never be the same. I cant fell the same about you anymore. i cant feel the same about you anymore. I cant feel the same about you anymore. Fuck, im emo now. But thats not a bad thing. Damnit, Sa Suh Belas is so weird. I dont know, I just dont know. They do things and dont tell, thinking that by telling, it would hurt the other party, but i mean, wtf is that bullshit, just be open, were all friends, damn it.

Today was fucked up and satisfying, because my band The Cereal Killers recorded our first sampler for Adventure Books, our first single. We'd be giving it out on the day of the gig. Its amazing how things can piss you off, its amazing how friends diss each other behind their backs. Im confused. Were a band guys, lets just be brothers.

Ive come to think about it, about friends. Friends throw you into many spots. Differences cause dispute. The man in the middle gets fucked up with his fiddle. Differences cause dispute. Moron Madness is different from Sa Suh Belas is different from Sa Suh Belas is different from Moron Madness. The Moron Madness crew is made up of the nicest people. Sloryae and The Cereal Killers. Safith is my best friend.

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I love all you guys, everyone from the moron madness crew and now that everyone from sa suh belas stopped fighting with me, im grateful, look for sa suh belas i just want everyone to be friends, open more open and more like friends.


Jesus rocks.



Music is my passion. Hope dangles on a string. The Cereal Killers have this hope dangling on this string. We need to catch hold of it and pull ourselves up.


Bah.