So I will be having the surgery to remove my forehead lipoma on Monday. I have to be at the OR at 7 am 😩.
But at least it will finally be removed after years of other people getting bothered by it.
When I got home after dinner out with friends, I tested the new Pilot Kakuno EF I bought. I know, I know, I don’t need multiple fountain pens… But it’s transparent!!! Plus EF (extra fine) nibs are better for sketching… (yes, my excuse is lame).
I should stop buying fountain pen stuff. But of course, Lazada is just one click away. 🤦🏻♀️
While doing the inking, I was listening to Sleep Token to keep my blood jumping inside my body. And since this band is progressive metal, there are songs that are more suitable for releasing pent-up fury like Vore.
Speaking of Sleep Token, this video from Drumeo is featuring II, who was voted 2023 best drummer of the year.
In this video, II plays the electronic drum kit with the analogue kit that has so many crashes—dimpled ones and the ones with holes. It’s mind-bloggling how he mixes the electronic with the wicked analogue setup. Others have mistaken that the electric drums are pre-recorded when they play live but in this video II shows that he plays them live with his analogue kit. And II’s double bass! I cannot, just cannot comprehend how he plays it like it was nothing. Well, some geniuses like John Bonham and Yoyoka do the triple… But still!
This song also has so many ghost notes, which I find difficult for rhythm-challenged people like me. I remember my piano teacher always reached for the metronome whenever I played difficult rhythms like jazz. I CANNOT FUCKING PLAY JAZZ!
Anyway, I’ll just continue watercoloring tomorrow. I promised myself that I should be sketching at least once a week to improve my sketching, especially perspective drawings.
Just run it back, give me five whole minutes
I am thick tar on the inside burning
I’ve got a ghost in the hallway grinning
And a heavy head that won’t stop turning
If my fate is a bad collision
And if my mind is an open highway
Give me the twilight two-way vision
Give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane
Call me when you get the chance
I can feel the walls around me closing in
Just running forward, a life like wires
As I see the past on an empty ceiling
I play along with the life signs anyway
But hope to God you don’t know this feeling
Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry
A parallel I would lay my life on
So if your wings won’t find you Heaven
I will bring it down like an ancient bygone
Call me when you have the time
I just need to leave this part of me behind
Do you remember me
When the rain gathers?
And do you still believe
That nothing else matters?
For me
It’s still the autumn leaves
These ancient canopies
That we used to lay beneath
No, by now
The night belongs to you
This bough has broken through
I must be someone new
No, for me
(Run it back, give me five whole minutes)
(I am thick tar on the inside burning) it’s still the autumn leaves
(I’ve got a ghost in the hallway grinning)
(And a heavy head that won’t stop turning) these ancient canopies
(If my fate is a bad collision)
(And if my mind is an open highway) we used to lay beneath
(Give me the twilight two-way vision)
now, by now
(Just running forward, alive like wires)
(As I see the past on an empty ceiling) the night belongs to you
(I play along with the life signs anyway)
(But hope to God you don’t know this feeling) this bough has broken through
(Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry)
(A parallel I would lay my life on) I must be someone new
(So if your wings won’t find you Heaven)
(I will bring it down like an ancient bygone)
The whites of your eyes
Turn black in the low light
In turning divine
And we tangle endlessly
Like lovers entwined
I know for the last time
You will not be mine
So give me the night, the night, the night