music and why we bother mini continuation

This picture is so high resoluted it took me more than a new year's resolution to decide to go to bed first.

anyways, other than printing certs, and using boss punya tuners, we also.......



acted macho and took wonderfully staged jungle pictures. (notice how small this world is, you never ever seem to be able to enjoy the alam semula jadi without being a few meters away from humanmade cars)

so we went to this place in the city where our professional photographer had booked a slot for us.

it looked really cool from the exterior, tall, metallic, a world attraction housing more than a million people at any one time.

that particular day, a general assembly for world zealots (GAWZ) was taking place.

our publicist thought it was a good idea for us to be there, then maybe we could (kena kena) catch the public eye a little bit. so we started our shoot at the japenese themed annex

and then we went up to the tip of the place, the observatory to see how things were with the world at our feet (and to see how big assed big shots down there will react to seeing a little bit more of our spitted/spat salivary amylase)
somehow, only shahrul felt that something was wrong. there he was busy making sure that he would send out that last messsage. but why the last message, we asked him..
so we overlooked shahrul's problems, and went on ahead with our photocatching with the DIGniteries.. this one is the owner of that building, the head of the foundation of the hairdressing zealots (f=Hz), his honorary Hz Mr. Eddie son of Loh pride of the punkBhs. (touch)


then we went outside to take more pictures, this one because we fascinated with the car

little did we know, something momentuous was going to happen to us. by chance, we did a cover of coldplay's Warning signs


this was some invited dudes singing and bringing the house to their feet right, they were right before us
our turn came...

we went up, introduced ourselves... and then brought the house down.. everyone was flabbergasted at our unique way of making music. we were actually playing guitars and banging on drums in their state of the art philharmonic ochestra grand hall..
how, punkbodohuesque

we were going so smoothly until suddenly,

the lights went off!

BOOM!!! BAM!!! BOOM !!!

A killion things went through our heads. We're being bombed!!


our lives flashed before our eyes...




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so we thought and hoped and prayed that something would go right...

hoping that someone could solve the mystery of what was happening

in the background, the warning signs still played faintly (we were actually lip synching)

and then something struck our head.

something we never would have imagined in a billion gazillion years

someone whom we thought was so dear to us, whom we trusted and who held all our finances

the thought was scary, it made us cry a loud cry of ooohh aaahhs..

we were dumbstruck.

why did she do this to us?

did she really wanna see the end of us, or was she despoing to end the lives of these innocently guilty men of high pangkats..

what was she planning to do after we're all dead!

it is then, that we finally reminisced the scene of crime, it happened right in front of us.

she was caught red handed. and drawn with red lines

This Joke.

Best Before 31st Jan 2007

pop. the very next moment, we were awoken by the sound of the family. well, we were jamming there in the first place.

Music Makes Your Life Go Round, Keeps You Creative, Keeps You Happy, Forces You To Dream And Well, Rakes In Lots Of Money

Stop the bombing. stop the killing. stop the mercilessnesses. -Free Us From Pain-
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all depictions in this post are fictatious and are not meant in any way to harm those who coincidentally have the same names as the characters in the post

Just another day in the life of

LeVasiz