Of cats and the band.

"I don't even own any cats. It's for the cats that come by my house every once in a while." Says an elderly lady to the cashier, as she paid for several cans, a few packets, and a 1.5kg bag of catfood. I've been without sleep for the past 27 hours, and i was in a rather aggravated mood throughout the whole day. Yet this elderly woman in a local speedmart made me smile inside, thinking that there were still people on this world that showed the simplest yet most meaningful kindness.

They were holding talent auditions for the show Tom-Tom-Bak earlier today at the SACC Mall, Shah Alam. I reached home at about 9am from my night out, to find that everyone was up and ready. My parents had a customer/client to meet, followed by the auditions in which my brother, Zach was taking part. I couldn't help myself from dozing off every few minutes. I was constantly trying to pry my eyes open, and as we reached the mall, i spent several minutes resting in the toilet at one-hour intervals, as we waited for my brother's 5 minutes on stage to arrive. Tom-Tom-Bak is a show in which allows children below the age of 12 to show-off their talents to the rest of Malaysia, whether its singing or dancing or any other artistic arts. But as I watched the contestants going on and off stage from my vantage point on the second floor, the only quote that kept going through my head was, "Tom-Tom-Bak is pedophilia at it's best." My own thoughts left me appauled. By 6pm, Zach got on stage as the final contestant. He did great, singing Justin Bieber's baby.

Prior to the events i stated in the previous paragraph, which corresponds to being the previous night, I had band practice along with Onet, Nabil, Syamim, and Alam. Spent 2 hours in the studio from 1-3am, yet due to technical problems, we could only finish one song which was one of our originals. The mic was not well though, and due to this, i had to scream my lungs out throughout the whole 2 hours, seeing as i serve as the band's voc's. Screaming at the top of my lungs throughout a song is a problem though, seeing to the fact that it would only become unstable. In the end, i sounded like The Sex Pistol's Johnny Rotten. After the jam session, we all went back to Alam's apartment, and spent the night there. All i could get was about half an hour of sleep though, due to my problem with sleeping in an unfamiliar location. Tried to think up of names capable enough of suiting this band. None came up good enough though. But at this point i've got my mind sorta set on Apple's Dead Sugar, Amber Smiles, and No More Time. So after the half hour doze, i woke up at 8, packed my bag, and walked over to the bustop opposite the apartment. Promised i'd get home by 9, and i did.

Unfortunately, this is an old photo. Taken before Syamim was able to join us these 4 sons-of-guns, as the 2nd guitarist.