Life Story

First of all, I would like to say that I'm really, really, really, super-de-duper sorry for not keeping my promise from the last post that I will post a new video. I should really just shut up.

I WAS BUSY, KAY? And no, no song today. It's a life story. (Time for Mani to get rambling!)

Anywhoo, I've had a bunch of people ask me how I got interested in this whole music biz. Now, if you don't want to hear all this mambo jumbo, well, feel free to browse around the blog. If you're really not interested in my blog at all, why are you even here? :P (but I love you for giving me a view!)

Alrighty, once upon a time, long before I wrote songs, I wrote poetry. Poetry about anything, anytime. Pizza, weather... you name it.
I was 6.
And when I was 6, I was randomly singing on top of the coffee table in the living room like there was no tomorrow. (My mom made videos. There's proof. I'm so glad I have no idea where they are.)

Shortly after, I wrote a song... about pizza...
Let's say there wasn't much going on at that time.
*fastforward*

I was 9 when I wrote a song with meaning. My friend (*super talented friend) sang a poem of mine, and instantly said it was better off as a song.
I wasn't really a happy chap, I was a poet after all. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was a better songwriter then a poet. Then I wrote more songs. And started singing them too.

And I got Tino. (my acoustic guitar, for those who don't know.)

I wrote more songs and poems. And I got Vannie. (my electric guitar.)

I wrote more songs and poems.... and here I am today!

That's it! A really lame story about how I got inspired to start pursuing music.

Oh, and I played piano during this story too. Ahaha.

Yuppers... *awkward silence*

My Inner Poet. Part 3.

You.
Who are you?
What have you done with my life?
So many decisions have been made,
My life has been turned upside down.
I've sacrificed so much.
Do you even care?

What.
What are you trying to do?
Run away from here,
I can't take it anymore.
Why should you be trusted?
I can't even open my heart out.
Everyone else can,
Except for me.

Go.
I don't care.
I never got what I deserved,
Why should you get it back now?
I've tried to hard to please you,
Prove myself and cared.
Did I get anything back?
I'm engulfed in my misery.

Cry.
It's all I ever do nowadays.
My dreams have turned into nightmares.
Sleepless nights.
I've turned into an insomniac.
You portray an enemy;
Someone who pushes me down.
And I'm falling.

Welcome to my upside-down life.
Will you ever bother fixing it so it's right side up?

Okay, I know I've been obsessed with poetry. Haha. This is actually a poem based on a mixture of events that have happened in my life. I know, depressing but a good portion of it is exaggerated. (phew, haha.)

Happy Reading!

Spazzing At My Camera. Part 2.

Still spazzing. Still discombobulated.
How wonderful.

I must do something about this... immediately.

Well, I wouldn't say immediately due to the fact that it's midnight. Great. :(

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY.
Hopefully the world wont end. No, it wont. I said so.

So, yeah. Not in the mood to rage over my camera now.
I'll try to "fix" it tomorrow, if I can.

AND BLOGGER, PRETTY, PRETTY, PLEASE LET ME POST HD VIDEOS NOW.

Kay. Thanks. Bye.

Nighty night.

Spazzing At My Camera. Part 1

Oh gosh, why does my voice sound like... erm... poop in a camera?

HOW ON EARTH DO PEOPLE MAKE THEIR VOICES SOUND GOOD IN A CAMERA.

HOW?
HOW?
HOW?

The frustration is killing me. I'm discombobulated, like, legitly. discombobulated.

Is 'legitly' even a word? I don't care. I shall make it one.

Time for me to rage. Here we go.
Three.
Two.
One.

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm. reujklgsjaiorehjklgawrpiegruohjksdadiouregjksgjhsp;dfljkd.
-slams head on keyboard-

Ouch.

Any-who, that's not the worst part. Every time I make an attempt to post a video on here, blogger will gladly ruin my moment and I will have a pop-up saying  "We are sorry, but there was an error while uploading your video.

WHAT IS THIS INSANITY?

Does blogger not like uploading new high definition videos? I think not.

Ragequit.

Now, I shall eat sweet oranges and grapes while crying in misery.

I Guess Guitars are Cool.

LOOK WHAT I MADE IN WOODWORKING!

Yup. A guitar. It's not just any guitar, it's A GUITAR BOX!

If you open it, there's a hole in it too stuff random thingamabobs.

Cool, eh?

Oh by the way, I haven't written any new songs recently. I've been having way too many brain farts. Haha.

No, just kidding. I sort of have writer's block at the moment and I also have a lot of test, quizzes, projects, ect, since it's almost the end of the school year...

AND MY BIRTHDAY!!

8 more days. :)

No Hot Water In the House// MOMMY DAY

My friend's little sis was showing me some fairy wings. I think I've gone blind. They're so pink! Like hot pink!
Now, if that isn't bright, then I don't know what is.

I honestly have nothing to say here today, mainly because I'm really tired and bored. I also don't have my songbook with me at the moment.

Want to hear the story of my life? It implies to the title.

Yesterday, luckily I took a shower in the morning, but when my mom took a shower, cold water started coming out.

NO. HOT. WATER.

So we basically spent like 5 minutes trying to find the hot water in every sink and shower we had. Turns out we didn't have any hot water and no one was going to fix it.

Why? It's the weekend. No one fixes appliances on the weekend. That's just sad.

Basically, I was stuck at my friend's house and I took a shower there. At least I got hot water. Hopefully some guy will fix it for us soon.

ALSO, It's Mother's Day.

Guess what I did? I didn't do the cheesy make-breakfast-in-bed thing. I gave my mom a card, and we're going to go out to eat. That's how awesome we are.

Actually, I also wrote a whole page of cheesy "heartfelt" random scramble of words. Also known as sentences in the card. I dunno why, I just felt like it. :)

Well, I love my mom and that's all that matters... right?
Even though I do annoy her sometimes. :D