<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:02.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With Rock Music</title><subtitle type='html'>Because Rock Music Is My Heartbeat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-8085650804477729318</id><published>2007-02-13T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:14:01.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roundabouts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SInce the last post, it's been ups &amp; downs. It's been puzzling of late though. Oh well, what can i do? I can just hope and go with the flow. Good or bad, i still have to accept it. To love someone really takes a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band has been doing well. The chemistry's still strong as ever. Recording's almost done. Really awesome. I need to improve on my part. 2 gigs coming up yet still no sense of excitement whatsoever. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been really dull. Shitty almost. Can't wait fer my band commitments to settle and go  pursue a full-time job. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say as you've noticed. So yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-8085650804477729318?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8085650804477729318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=8085650804477729318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/8085650804477729318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/8085650804477729318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2007/02/roundabouts.html' title='Roundabouts.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116923559991855162</id><published>2007-01-19T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:42:09.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, we managed to get the rough idea of the new song today. Im glad it turned out fine. Really wished the keys was there to back it up but that will come soon enough. Hmm..so i guess we'll scrap up the other new song then since you think it's a nice mix of genres. Which i agree now when i played it back. Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'been a long long time since i last chilled out till the wee hours with my pals. Well, pal for that matter since the other couldn't make it. Overall, it was great! Even after over 10 years of friendship, we still had so much to talk about!! Maybe that long relationship was why we had so much to say. Heh. Would definitely wanna chill out like that sometime soon!! And make it very soon please! Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honey, stop taking back your words or contradicting 'em. You wanna give me space. So where izzit? Sometimes i really do not understand your actions. And somehow, your words would turn around and make me the guilty party instead. I try to be calm but you keep testing me. It's not funny. Ha Ha. You tell me you can't control it. Well, that's still not a reason good enough to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like meeting new friends. Who doesn't? And please, i'm not jealous. AT ALL!! So please stop taunting me 'bout me being all green-eyed. It's like a total insult to me when you taunt me like that. I'm constantly trying my very best to accomodate yer wants &amp;amp; needs. So please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116923559991855162?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116923559991855162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116923559991855162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116923559991855162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116923559991855162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2007/01/buggered.html' title='Buggered'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116671802218786535</id><published>2006-12-21T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:20:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's christmas yet again. I'm not joyous, yet that is, 'cause im seriously broke. And i feel fucked up 'bout it 'cause i can't give presents the same time or rather at the correct time. Fucked up. S'gonna be like post-xmas pre-newyear( at least i hope) kinda gifts. Dang. What a major turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my salary that i'll be recieving this month will put a big smile on my face. It hasnt been like that for the past 2 months. Fucked up yet again. I'm sure i worked more, way more in fact, last month. So please..please..Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band's like on automatic xmas break right now. Gotta jam next week though for our set on the 6th. (Jan). Please don't postpone it again. I still can't come up with a new tune. Wonder what's wrong with me. Fucked up. (How many times already?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess!! Such a darling you are. January is gonna be a month piled with joyous activities!! With you and the band!! I seriously can't wait for it to happen!! Wooohooo!! It's so gonna be amazing!! I love you sweetie. I love you So SO much!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116671802218786535?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116671802218786535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116671802218786535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116671802218786535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116671802218786535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-of-control.html' title='Out Of Control'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116637381522055847</id><published>2006-12-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:43:35.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lately, the weather has been really gloomy. That really sucked 'cause that made my mood shitty as well. A certain aged female isn't helping either. As much as i did to please her, it just went unnoticed. To top it off, i was considered selfish. This is what i'd call " Waddefuck" I guessed ive only achieved in wasting my time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band has been doing really well of late. Though i really can't concote a new song, i'm still happy at how we are progressing. This is turning out to be the band i've always wanted. Awesome. Thank you guys for having faith in my compositions. I've never felt more encouraged in a band before. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the love of my precious life. You! You are the reason behind the stretches of my smiles!! I thank God for having you loving me so so much. No one. No one in the politically incorrect world could replace you &amp;amp; your showers of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you princess. I So love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116637381522055847?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116637381522055847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116637381522055847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116637381522055847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116637381522055847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-wilderness.html' title='In The Wilderness'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116435088864771440</id><published>2006-11-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:48:08.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was trashed by the dolls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Recently, we had a band meeting. A casual one to me. Although i liked their dreams &amp; goals 'bout the band, i think they dream too much. Ahhaa!! Relax, don't get me wrong. What i meant was you guys are a tad too serious. We're suppose to have fun. Which we do have actually. Questioning me bout my future with the band right now just irks me. Chill. Just keep jamming &amp;amp; gigging and mix some recordings. So..yea. We aint even a year old yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116435088864771440?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116435088864771440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116435088864771440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116435088864771440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116435088864771440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-trashed-by-dolls.html' title='I was trashed by the dolls.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116386962243400701</id><published>2006-11-18T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:07:02.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plainess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just a word to sum it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116386962243400701?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116386962243400701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116386962243400701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116386962243400701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116386962243400701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/11/plainess.html' title='Plainess'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116205946550597454</id><published>2006-10-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:42:07.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequencies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just when i was about to join my old job back..this new shit came to interfere and made me reconsider again. Dang. So i decided to stay for a while more and see how it really goes. The pay's not bad considering the hours and work that i need to accomplish. It's cool really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i haven't been exploring much music lately, i still manage to squeeze in some creativity into my songwriting. I don't know how but i just do. I guess it helps to work in a music store and being able to just pick up a guitar and strum whatever that comes to mind. Really awesome i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band's having a few gigs and maybe more due to interested parties that popped up outta nowhere. I enjoy gigging for sure. But the effort &amp; commitment needed to get ready for one bugs me due to the time constraint. It ain't that bad now but it'll be slightly worse in the near future. Overall, i definitely want DollTrash to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling princess has been spending time with me everyday for the past 2 months!! I simply loved it!! I can't believe we still feel as if we've just fallen in love yesterday. It's growing every single day!! The love is growing epidemically!! Wowweee!! It's a real motivation in life for us. It really keeps me going. The power of it is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I love you sweetie. Forever &amp;amp; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116205946550597454?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116205946550597454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116205946550597454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116205946550597454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116205946550597454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/frequencies.html' title='Frequencies.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116110291031176900</id><published>2006-10-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:35:10.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play My Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I said i was sick of making music but actually, all this while, i have been composing. Well, it's mainly bits &amp; pieces but funnily though, it's all oh-so-melancholy. I wonder why. I wonder why i keep strumming &amp;amp; humming really emotional stuff. (Eeeeks! EMO!!) Ahem..but i kinda liked it. Heh. I wanna learn how to play the piano. Sweetie!! Teach me!! Argh!! I was messing around with it at work today and it's really fun!! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days with my princess has been exciting!! Suddenly i feel so bloody welcomed by yer family's presence. It's such a wonderful feeling!! We've been seeing each other everyday and i never once grew tired of it. You are really special in more ways than one. It's really so relaxing being with yer. Plus i like to lie on yer bed. I have to thank you for putting some sense in me at times when im feeling all stupid. Heh. I love you. I love you. I Love You. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116110291031176900?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116110291031176900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116110291031176900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116110291031176900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116110291031176900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/play-my-favourite-song.html' title='Play My Favourite Song'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116092761548428617</id><published>2006-10-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:53:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea..Sure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This may sound offending to other musicians but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of making music. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116092761548428617?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116092761548428617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116092761548428617' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116092761548428617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116092761548428617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeasure.html' title='Yea..Sure..'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116050019353278963</id><published>2006-10-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:09:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay. Whenever i listen to punkrawk music especially those blink-182 &amp; newfoundglory kinds..i can't help but think back and smile. (Guilty as charged)  Because, though i kinda (im sorry) despise playing it now, punkrawk was what made me pry further into music itself. Not forgetting the awesome feeling playing it out on stage. It was a rush. And i didnt even know how to play the god-damn drums back den. I just went to the jamming studio for a whole week just to get it right. ( And i still am bad at drums. Dang.) Nevertheless, i truly enjoyed my days as a punkrawker. (I like to spell it as 'rawk'..thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it took a turn. I didnt get involved much after enlistment. I still did play a lil guitar here &amp; there. What got me going was an old friend got into the same camp as me and i thought why not we create something together. So yea..from there plans happened &amp;amp; failed. It was really cool. I really enjoyed the tunes we made. So i invested on a nice guitar &amp; effects &amp;amp; voila! I'm now playing in a great band with my love, a spunky vocalist &amp;amp; of course, my good old friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'like a dream come true. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116050019353278963?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116050019353278963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116050019353278963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116050019353278963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116050019353278963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/rawk.html' title='Rawk.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-116006946077694950</id><published>2006-10-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:33:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I really really love my life right now. And it's all thanks to one person. My Love. Through you, i'm thinking in an even broader range. You made me realise certain actions can actually be done and that my achievements in life is real. (Though mainly it's all in songwriting worth) Heh. You are beautiful. And you totally justify that word. Im always scared of the day where our time is up &amp; we have to depart from this wonderful world only, not together. If yer were to go first, i'd definitely just lay by yer side till i fade away as well. (You must be wondering why im talking 'bout death.) Im not cursing us to die now. It's one way to tell you how much i really treasure you. How much i really cherish you. How much i really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-116006946077694950?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/116006946077694950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=116006946077694950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116006946077694950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/116006946077694950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-reflection.html' title='My Reflection'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115972202316826714</id><published>2006-10-01T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:00:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profanafuckingty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I seriously wish that big fat ugly lying fuckface muthafucker drop fucking dead &amp;amp; rot in the sewage strewned rat-fucking-filled canal. (!!!!!) Urgh!!! I've never hated anyone so fucking much before!! Fucking fucked fuckered fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115972202316826714?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115972202316826714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115972202316826714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115972202316826714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115972202316826714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/10/profanafuckingty.html' title='Profanafuckingty'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115954961494629008</id><published>2006-09-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:06:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm a wanderer. The reason, in fact, the only reason that i am happy &amp; alive is because of yer. I'm gonna follow wherever you'd be heading. Not that im being clingy but i feel life is so much worthy when im by yer side. I don't how it got to this but it has. I'd usually be all shitty when im working but the thought of going somewhere faraway from here one day keeps me smiling &amp;amp; sees work as a joyride. (It helps when i get to strum songs while working). Im glad we are in de same band. Im so glad we live a stone's throw away. Im so glad God let me be known to yer. The feeling we share till now is magical. You'd find me always staring at yer at some point. I can't help it. I'd never know when it will be my last glance at yer. I just gotta take every chance i have to capture yer beautiful face into my galaxy of brainwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you . I miss you. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wanderer. I've told yer before and i shall stress it again. I just wanna be with yer at the end of the day. By hook or by crook, i'd want yer to be my lawfully wedded wife. We are rockers. So screw tradition. Sometimes i wish i was living all alone so that yer don't have to worry 'bout my side &amp; that i could just adhere to yer parent's terms without any worries. I wanna slouch on the sofa resting my head on yer warm thighs watching CSI. I wanna clean yer  room. I wanna wash dishes fer yer. I wanna make songs together. I wanna do all that without ever having to bade goodbye at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I love you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115954961494629008?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115954961494629008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115954961494629008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115954961494629008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115954961494629008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/09/charmed.html' title='Charmed'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115868565416957742</id><published>2006-09-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:24:13.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We've finally completed the two new songs!! Yargh!! I love the fact that one of it has a few blends. It's so cool!! I can't wait to play it again!! Yargh!! Listening to different types of genres really helped!! Man..I must thank technology!! I simply love my effects!! I still haven't fully 'abused' it yet. It's really like my best guitar buddy!! Argh!! I know i sound a lil' weird today. I can't help it!!&lt;br /&gt;Dearest DollTrash, sorry fer the unnecessary worry i've placed on yer guys. No worries. I still wanna belt out new tunes fer our band! I can't stop!! Argh!! And i still would like to have gigs. The main thing is, i'll follow yer lead. Yea?! Yeah!! And news has it that i've got another one!! So now we have another two to add to our playlist!! Woohoo!! Can't wait for recording day!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey princess!! Thank yer for looking upon me as yer sense of motivation fer music-making. Yer are my drive not just in music but in life now as well!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!! Yargh!! I apologize that i wasn't really able make yer bad day a lil' betta. Nevertheless, I enjoyed whatever that we've been doing. All that chilling out, messing around in the bus &amp; public &amp;amp; all that silly dumb cracks really got us smiling at the end of the day!! YEah!! You rock honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115868565416957742?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115868565416957742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115868565416957742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115868565416957742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115868565416957742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter-read.html' title='Letter Read'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115790764011279849</id><published>2006-09-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:05:29.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saints Go Marching In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's been a fantastic period for me. I can't really point a finger why it is but it just is. Get what i mean? Though financially destroyed, i believe i have enough to barely scrape through this month. Anywayz, my new job is a marvel!! I simply love it!! Im practically surrounded by my favourite things all day long &amp; it just doesn't feel like work at all. It's incredible. The bad thing is, im carrying two jobs. It's pretty exhausting for me as fun as it sounds. I'm sorry honey that i couldn't be all jovial like how i used to. Just couldn't find the energy then. Badly needed a quick shut-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to make the two new songs for DollTrash sound right. I know it already does but i don't quite feel it. It's gonna be the norm by the way. To have at least 3 sessions to have a song fully completed. With the new strength, we can definitely proceed further. (No offense Miss.C) I hope jamming this thursday will be a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your dreams will come true princess. I know you gotta be away in order for that to happen but that's okay!! We totally have faith &amp;amp; trust in each other and that's why i'm not worried 'bout the distance. Well, not that worried that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Every Single Detail 'Bout You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115790764011279849?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115790764011279849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115790764011279849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115790764011279849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115790764011279849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/09/saints-go-marching-in.html' title='The Saints Go Marching In'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115713352903861523</id><published>2006-09-01T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:58:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like These</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think im gonna love my new job. It's so cool to work around musical instruments that i love &amp;amp; very interested in. Plus i love sharing my knowledge about it to others. It's how i got here anyway. So yea..it's really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll Trash..Hmm..Not too bad at the moment. A lil' quiet i guess. I hope the new bassist won't dissapoint me. As long he/she isn't a major punkrawk influenced fella, it should be fine. Whahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey princess...you'll manage for sure. It's tough. I know. But it is afterall what you're supposed to accomplish. Bear with it and it'll turn out just fine. Glad you had a great time smoking sheesha with yer pals. But then again, do restrain from alcohol. Yes. A lil' bit won't hurt. But since when is there ever ' a little bit'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115713352903861523?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115713352903861523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115713352903861523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115713352903861523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115713352903861523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/09/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like These'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115556986739680216</id><published>2006-08-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:37:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You got that right honey. I understand you.I'm confident that i do. It's so much easier 'cause i really really love you. It's almost effortless. I just love it when we have a nice stroll, arms around one another &amp; enjoying the nice cool breeze. I just love it when we would sit at our usual spot &amp;amp; let our hearts out on just about anything &amp;amp; everything. I just love when we kissed at the end of it with smiles plastered on our faces. I just love it when we would share our warmth together. Everything with you is pure bliss. Despite whatever-nots that can't be explained, you brought me nothing but happiness. You just do princess. You just do. Thank you for sharing yer life with nerdy me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115556986739680216?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115556986739680216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115556986739680216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115556986739680216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115556986739680216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/08/harmonize.html' title='Harmonize'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115531999254083419</id><published>2006-08-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:16:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You know..sometimes i really wonder whether one could ever do enough in matters of love. Honestly speaking, i always think im never up to it. ( These aren't negative thoughts yea. Just opinions) When things brightened up, i feel really happy. Then again, it can't last for too long. There'll be this 'down' moment where it makes me think i haven't done enough. And yea, i'd always do something about it. I'll be sad about the 'downers' of course. i believe in love. And i believe my love's unconditional. So in the end, i'd feel great about doing all those stuff for you. Even though it MIGHT all go to waste, i'd still feel happy 'bout it. Yeah. I don't know how i'm able to love you with all my might. You just made me. I'm really glad about that honey. It's all so natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115531999254083419?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115531999254083419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115531999254083419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115531999254083419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115531999254083419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/08/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115471178813442987</id><published>2006-08-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:16:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lately, i've been feeling quite relaxed. I've got a great band, great opportunities to showcase our stuff &amp; a wonderful soulmate to share it all together. What could possibly be better?! Things between me &amp;amp; her has never  been better. Such a wonderful feeling. We've got a few gigs lined up this month &amp;amp; im trying my best to make it sound even better. At the same time, i've got a few new tunes waiting to be polished up. I'm simply loving every moment right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115471178813442987?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115471178813442987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115471178813442987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115471178813442987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115471178813442987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-it.html' title='Post-It'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115384976594173178</id><published>2006-07-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:49:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey there everybody. For you guys who've heard of our band or better, have been to our shows and would like to listen to us again; here's your chance. We've put it up to display our talents. I'll be thick-skinned and say we DO rock. HUahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Http://www.freewebs.com/dolltrash/music.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115384976594173178?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115384976594173178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115384976594173178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115384976594173178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115384976594173178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/07/sample-this.html' title='Sample This!!'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115337346485566030</id><published>2006-07-19T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:31:04.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Brigade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As you avid readers might have noticed, I've discovered love. True Love. Yeah, i know most of you will smirk at that. Who cares? The important thing is im feeling &amp; having so much joy in me. Which is probably the greatest feeling in the world. To be &amp;amp; feel happy. All these i recieved from just one angel.&lt;br /&gt;You may be having those bad thoughts once in a while &amp; it really gets to you at times but i'm not letting that faze me for even a bit. The niceset thing you did was you kept it when i wanted you to scream it out at me. You bleaked, squirmed &amp;amp; controlled. I was stranded , confused &amp; afraid. And in the end, it led to us loving each other even more. What a funny way how love works. I'm not complaining. Things has never been betta for us &amp;amp; and the band. I know it's impossible to be like this forever but then again why look forward to a bad day? There are so many things..no wait..we practically enjoy whatever we planned out to do for the day &amp;amp; night.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll forever love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115337346485566030?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115337346485566030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115337346485566030' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115337346485566030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115337346485566030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/07/snow-brigade.html' title='Snow Brigade'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115220902120090693</id><published>2006-07-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:03:41.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band it like Doll Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just news for those who would like to catch us (Doll Trash) again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are playing for the upcoming Tapestry Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22nd 5.30pm (Wheelock Place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 23rd 2.30pm (The Heeren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the support!! (what support?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115220902120090693?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115220902120090693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115220902120090693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115220902120090693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115220902120090693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/07/band-it-like-doll-trash.html' title='Band it like Doll Trash'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115186223111594697</id><published>2006-07-02T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:43:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Voices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Life has been awesome lately. I've never encountered such happiness before. Never even knew this feeling exists. And all these from just one person. You made me smile incessantly. You made me a whole new person. Spending precious time with yer was really fruitful. All these feelings you have for me is unbelievable. Im so fortunate to have you showering me with so much love. Wow. Im so fortunate to have YOU. The exciting moments we shared were really helluva kind. You made me experience something new. And it was a wonderful feeling. Never would i thought we'd end up so close &amp; connected like this. It's a blessing. It's the greatest thing that ever happened to me &amp;amp; us. Wow. I love you. I.LOVE.YOU!! Now i can't imagine myself with anyone else but you. You made me. You complete me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115186223111594697?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115186223111594697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115186223111594697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115186223111594697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115186223111594697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/07/physical-voices.html' title='Physical Voices.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115108477024014144</id><published>2006-06-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:46:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the sunday's RockFest is postponed. How funny. Which is okay to me. Since i couldnt find an excuse to escape work on that day. Oh well, by the way guys &amp;amp; gals, we, Doll Trash, will be playing for the upcoming Tapestry. Tapestry is a busking gig around town. Its an event to collect donations to give out to some 'i-dunno-wat' organization. Anywayz..it's for a good cause. That's what's important. Heh. Woohoo!! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And princess, the past 2 months has been so wonderful. Every day that i spent with yer always turns out like the best day i've ever had. It's amazing!! It's ridiculously amazing!! We are insane. We are mad. We are serious. We are seriously insanely madly in love!! All the wacky stuff we came up with is so hilarious!! We make a great team excecuting stupid jokes. I simply love it. Well, like you said. There's much more where this came from. And its happening bit by bit, Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115108477024014144?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115108477024014144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115108477024014144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115108477024014144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115108477024014144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/06/asylum.html' title='Asylum'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-115062642592550687</id><published>2006-06-18T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:29:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SSF06 went very well indeed for us, Doll Trash. Our last show @ Plaza Singapura hit it. At the end of the show, we recieved 3 offers to showcase our music. One at a festival, radio &amp; an opening act for a well known local band. I, truly can't believe it myself. I guess my judgement in music-making worked. My efforts that i've put in for years has finally paid off. Wow. What a year this has been. I can't believe all this is happening. It's too wonderful to be true. Thank you God. Thank.You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved ex-band, i'm glad i left you guys. I really am. Had not, i wouldn't be able to showcase my own stuff to the general public. You guys are great in terms of the music you compose. But that's it. We couldn't work together. You thought we were but no, we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my princess. You have grown a lot since we first got together. You've been much happier &amp;amp; relaxed. Don't thank me. Thank yourself. You fought for it. Not me. We spent almost every other day together &amp; the amazing thing is we are still discovering new stuff bout each other with each passing day. I know we could read each other as if we are siamese twins. Yet, more new stuff is barging in. It's unbelievable. Our similarities really exceeds one's imagination. I'm so scared that you would leave the world first. And i know you feel the same too. I'm not cursing you. I'm just afraid to lose you. Very afraid. You've totally motivated me to work harder on anything &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-115062642592550687?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/115062642592550687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=115062642592550687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115062642592550687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/115062642592550687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect.html' title='Perfect.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114961352107744837</id><published>2006-06-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:08:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Bagels &amp; Cream Cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last sunday's performance was awesome. Despite the lil crowd that was present , that wasn't our priority. We enjoyed ourselves and that's all that matters. I've always loved the stage. I may not be the best guitarist but i know i have what it takes to rock. Heh. So fuck all, let's rock on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever read me. Nobody has ever been able to convince me that love is a beautiful thing. Nobody has ever been able to get me to care for someone so deeply. Nobody.Except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You totally sting me with your emotional waves. Your love needle weaved through my mind &amp; soul, with the end product, a woven picture of you &amp;amp; me. As we sat in between the waves &amp; grass appreciating the serenity, the stars came together as if it understood us. I closed my eyes for a minute &amp;amp; every second played a scene of you &amp; me walking down the aisle on a sunny grassland. Your eyes aren't only windows to your soul. It's where my love is being answered &amp;amp; appreciated. Sometimes i still do think this is all a dream. The similarities would qualify to appear in Ripley's. It's that unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so thank you for everything that you have done. You made me treasure life. You made me, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114961352107744837?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114961352107744837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114961352107744837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114961352107744837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114961352107744837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-bagels-cream-cheese.html' title='Like Bagels &amp; Cream Cheese.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114892423611596809</id><published>2006-05-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:41:40.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Coffee Seeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I had a unique day. I read poetry, had bad iced expresso, caught a movie that didnt happened &amp; almost lost my whole wallet. And last but not least, i survived a day @ werk with just 3hrs of sleep. Truly a memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i stayed calmed throughout the fiasco. You made me. Sitting over a cuppa thinking bout phrases &amp;amp; poetical passages is so bringing the past alive. I haven't had the chance to do stuff like that for a bloody long time. You brought it all back. Thank you. I didnt even realise i still have it inside me. It somehow, just poured out. And we found new similar stuffs that we share again today. Wow. Will it ever cease?! Truly heartstopping. Our love, like weeds. It grows in every direction. It grows without any sacrifice. It grows on everything &amp;amp; anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You implanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114892423611596809?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114892423611596809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114892423611596809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114892423611596809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114892423611596809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-coffee-seeps.html' title='As The Coffee Seeps'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114849784570225429</id><published>2006-05-24T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:10:45.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Inside Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't wait for the SSF to begin!! I so can't wait to be up there on stage!! Yahoo!! It's nearing! It's nearing!! Jamming has been great so far. Plus we managed a new song today. It sounded great for a first attempt. So mellow. The way i like it. The way i wanted it to be. Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought a whole new meaning for me to live this life. In the past, life was mundane. Dull. Nothing was exciting. Though fun but not quite there. That is, until you stepped into my universe. Till the day of my last breath, i wanna spend my heart-beating moments with  yer. With hands cemented, minds conjoined &amp; kisses to the draw of the curtains, everything is magical. Druids &amp;amp; bishops cast spells &amp;amp; magick. We are the antidotes. We heal each other.&lt;br /&gt;Your words like a metropolis. Millions. And i love every single one of them. Droplets will flow down yer skin and end as droplets. Your skin 'unfrictioned'. And when you hold me, touch me, carress me or just plain nudging, my heart goes aghast from joy.&lt;br /&gt;Truly we are, inseperable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114849784570225429?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114849784570225429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114849784570225429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114849784570225429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114849784570225429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/stand-inside-your-love.html' title='Stand Inside Your Love'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114814540354693950</id><published>2006-05-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:18:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't ask for anything more ever since you entered my life, walking together through all sorts. Complications arise when apart &amp; solved when lips locked after a nice cuppa + discussion. That's a beauty. You're trying to adapt.Yes.I really appreciate that. Totally. I'm glad yer understand what i'm trying to do &amp;amp; what i've been doing. You wonder whether the flame on our candle will ever die off. Actually, there isn't any flame. It's an unlit candle. And we, ARE the candle. It'll stay the same throughout. And no one, shall light it. No one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114814540354693950?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114814540354693950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114814540354693950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114814540354693950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114814540354693950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114788678946564131</id><published>2006-05-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:32:44.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attenzion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Alright fellas, fuckers, bitches &amp;amp; bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band is performing for the upcoming street festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dOLL tRASH:&lt;br /&gt;4th JUNE (9.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;9th JUNE (8pm)&lt;br /&gt;15th JUNE (8pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Will update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114788678946564131?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114788678946564131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114788678946564131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114788678946564131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114788678946564131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/attenzion.html' title='Attenzion'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114771624699701803</id><published>2006-05-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:08:53.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Will wonders ever cease? Our dumbness is really sumthing hilariously...exciting!! It's really really fun hanging out with yer. Its really nice when words are exchanged. Be it jokes, normal convos or just i love you's. It's so chilled out. It's so un-taxing. And not forgetting its uplifting prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless moments have been happening &amp; each, worthwhile. This aint a dream after all. Phew. Things are working out better than i anticipated. And i couldnt ask fer more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I can't blog much 'cause ive said a lot (&amp;amp; more to come) to her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been awake fer almost  24hrs &amp;amp; with just 3hrs of shut eye at that. But i just felt i should write sumthing. So..yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114771624699701803?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114771624699701803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114771624699701803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114771624699701803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114771624699701803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/smashing.html' title='Smashing.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114711697058157283</id><published>2006-05-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:36:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhinocerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You may be small but you stand really tall. The amount of love that you have in you is infinite. Chilling over a cuppa with yer is somehow a whole new experience. I always like to claim that im a rockstar. But im just an odinary rocker. You are the star. Hence, now, WE, are rockstars. And neither will we ever die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114711697058157283?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114711697058157283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114711697058157283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114711697058157283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114711697058157283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/rhinocerous.html' title='Rhinocerous'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114685105104163610</id><published>2006-05-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:44:11.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I thank my friends for entertaining me since i don't know when. And if you happened to ponder what in the blue fuck am i doing right now, i apologize fer not letting yer noe. Ahahhahah!! Who gives anyway?! But im sorry. I'll make it up to you. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, jamming just now was freaking freakily awesome. I have never, NEVER, had a session that went so bloody well before. It was the fastest 2hrs i've ever experienced. Thanks ladies. It was hell of a show. The sound, the balance, the hype, the energy all were top notch!! I didn't know our songs were that rocking!! *oops! AHhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to chill with my twin afterwards at Starbucks &amp; met up with my fucking good ol' friends of mine. Such a pleasant meeting though short. Is all this really happening?! I simply just can't believe it. Simply can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU!! Are you sharing the same brain &amp; wavelength as me?! Every night after a great day out &amp;amp; right there at the lobby, i couldn't bear to release your hands.In the lst place, how can anyone be so alike with one another?! I know it happens in movies but this aint!!  Every morning when i wake up i slap myself silly. Literally. I'll check my phone's inbox, rewind the the days we spent together, music we wrote together &amp; stuff that we bought. And it's right there!! Its there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114685105104163610?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114685105104163610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114685105104163610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114685105104163610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114685105104163610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114658924592228745</id><published>2006-05-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:00:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I made someone happy. And that made me even happier. I mean, i'm just being myself &amp; doing stuff i've always been doing and that made someone overjoyed. Which is like the greatest thing ever. Not that i don't havta make any effort but that's also the reason. Coz' i know how I feel is how she feels. And vice versa. Although sharing kisses is a many wonderful thing, sharing thoughts is so much more satisfying. And to share our music together completes the whole theory of us being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always imagine &amp;amp; wish i could be in such an outstanding relationship with someone when i was a lil younger then. I so wanted someone to truly understand me (though i hv two great friends who do but i cant possibly be getting romantic with 'em. Whahhah!!) and to feel comfortable all the while. Which is so damn cool.(WoooohOoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz..back to the point, she always says this is scary &amp;amp; weird. I don't blame her. I think so too. I've always thought its so impossible to have someone who is just like yourself. Man..I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114658924592228745?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114658924592228745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114658924592228745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114658924592228745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114658924592228745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/05/zero.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114643321224273949</id><published>2006-04-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:40:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's 530am &amp; i just got home from work. Im plain dead tired but just had to play my guitar lst before i hit the sack. And yea..blogging this as well. Work is fun no doubt but the past few days of it really exhausted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the past few days has also been hell of a whirwind week. It's really really great that yer able to think just like me. I realised that i've been missing hell a lot of love &amp;amp; togetherness. Never would i thought i would feel this way &amp;amp; even displaying it here. But i did. Im proud of it. I dunno how to describe it totally coz it's really really unbelievable. Fer years we were right under our very noses yet we each shrugged away the thought of being together let alone, in love. And then, it happened. And suddenly everything feels as if it's on fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114643321224273949?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114643321224273949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114643321224273949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114643321224273949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114643321224273949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonight-tonight.html' title='Tonight, Tonight'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114607024243069994</id><published>2006-04-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:50:42.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disarm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Someone has ignited my flames. And it's burning so hard that im losing control of it. Though i dun really show all of that. I figured i'd take a pace at a time. Chill. That's what i've always said. We have forever to do whatever we wish to. A complete life i have now. My oh my. Im contradicting..well almost..myself with my words i said before. Almost is key. Heh Yea.&lt;br /&gt;I so like the fact the great similarities we share. The alikeness. Never have i felt so comfortable with someone before. Sheesh. Yer right. This is quite scary. But of coz..in many good ways. Wow. I so love yer honey. (Yea. I know i always mocked at the word 'love'. Go on &amp;amp; throw yer retaliations at me then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it aint just love. Its GENETIC!! Gawd!! Thank you. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114607024243069994?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114607024243069994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114607024243069994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114607024243069994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114607024243069994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/disarm.html' title='Disarm.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114555040616225082</id><published>2006-04-20T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:32:20.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metrosexual Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp; workmates have kinda like urge me to get a soul mate. Or in my terms. Someone to screw up yer life. Im sorry ladies. But that's how it is to me. Unless you are really someone like me. Coz all i do is just chill out having coffee while bitching &amp;amp; making up stupid stories to laugh about, play my guitar religiously, jam as often as i can &amp; watch concert DVDs. How 'fun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely.(No.I dun watch soccer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may put i don't have the confidence/courage or watever fuck you wanna think of. On the other hand, i said i would if she could live with my (a famous line) 'dull life'.&lt;br /&gt;There are certain facts that i hate &amp;amp; it'll piss me off in an instant when they execute certain shits i really hate. What are they? i won't blabber 'em here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say i might be a lil' sexist. In a way, no. I'm not. I just hate girly-guys &amp;amp; metrosexuals.Fucking sick shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114555040616225082?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114555040616225082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114555040616225082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114555040616225082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114555040616225082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/metrosexual-sale.html' title='Metrosexual Sale'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114538168710487169</id><published>2006-04-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:36:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 "Be" Cards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S'been a marvelous day at work. Despite me knowing i'm gonna be doing the same old shit over &amp; over again for the coming years, that's actually good news to me. In fact, nothing could be greater!! (besides being nominated for the grammys. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, fuck work. Let's rock!! The street festival is nearing. And im fucking bloody excited about it. Damn i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i've to show my identity when i'm buying my fags. Sheesh. Im sick of it!! Every single time. God dammit. What's worse is they still gotta check my birthdate when i showed them my driving licence. I don't quite understand why when the photo on it is large enough for their bloody eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And some idiots aren't convinced im done with NS. Which is really i-dun-give-a-fuck. But they keep telling me that i don't look like it over &amp;amp; over again like it's some kind cool line. Fuck them. The important part here is they aint even IN yet. So good luck to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted buying this particular band's 'Live' DVD. Its a rock band that actually forced a yawn outta me. I know it isn't as exciting as watching it at the concert there itself but this one really is dull. My other 'Live' DVDs actually got me excited 'bout the whole thing going on there.&lt;br /&gt;This particular wasted-my-money DVD is a gothic-rock band. Well, so-called to me. (And no i won't mention what band it is.)&lt;br /&gt;Clue? Has a female lead. (wad de fuck? that's quite general!!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Has only an album to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114538168710487169?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114538168710487169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114538168710487169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114538168710487169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114538168710487169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-be-cards.html' title='5 &quot;Be&quot; Cards.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114500149413007732</id><published>2006-04-14T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:58:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven &amp; Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I like working with happy people. They make yer day so much livelier. I know it sounds "like duh?!". But i just wanna say it out. Happy &amp; i-dun-give-a-fuck attitude just rocks. Woooooo!! Anywayz, lately my right wrist is hurting a lot. Due to the sudden bar-related activities im involved in &amp;amp; rocking on my guitar on the night itself. All this fer almost 2 weeks non-stop. Cool. I finally learnt how to really play my favourite song on the guitar. WooOOoOOo!! Fucking exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, being around happy &amp; optimistic people really helps in what you do or gonna do. S'funny &amp;amp; scary how every april i go through is always the time of my life. Not that i'm all down &amp;amp; e-m-o fer de rest of de year but april seems to always bring me so much joy! I can't wait fer my next jam with my band. And also for the coming street festival. WooohoOooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Fuck Emo. Fuck Metrosexuals. Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114500149413007732?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114500149413007732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114500149413007732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114500149413007732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114500149413007732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven-hell.html' title='Heaven &amp; Hell'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114460628566057076</id><published>2006-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:12:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwah! Si Bei sTYLoOooO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I bought a new electric guitar few days back. And it rocks. It rocks so hard that i can't believe the sound its producing. Goodness. What guitar is it? I shan't reveal its identity here. Wahhaha!! Keep guessing you mahfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, is dressing up each time you go out really necessary? I mean, really nice outfits put together. Although yea, it doesnt hurt to look nice &amp; presentable but i don't know. Because i personally can't give a shit 'bout latest trends &amp;amp; accessories. Not that im all sleazy &amp; disgusting but plain black berms maybe a white t-shirt &amp;amp; cool slippers with a cap would do nice right? (Nothing branded is in that description) I mean with fashion comes spending lotsa money &amp; time. Time because you need to browse thru magazines &amp;amp; searching for shops that has really really nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you idiots just gimme all that money?!! I'd pamper myself with more guitars!! ( Then again.you could say "For what fuck sia you buy so many guitar?!")&lt;br /&gt;Just as i would say also " For what fuck sia buy so many shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument can never reach an agreement. Who cares? My point here is pointing out to the guys actually. (Which lady doesn't like dressing up?!")&lt;br /&gt;I mean..fuck you guys. All this facial cleanser stuff, lip gloss (!?!?!!) hair saloons, nike limited editions, girly bags, girly way of conversing &amp;amp; many other ''eeeeee" stuff. You girly fucks are getting more vain than the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Kanina. If you wanna adjust yer attire or check your hair (for the upteenth time!!) in the gents, could you please move aside and let us use the bloody sink? You think yer preparing for some stupid CH U/Suria talent show izzit? Kanina.&lt;br /&gt;Eat also want style. Walk also want style. Everything also wan style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Style'  Lanchiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114460628566057076?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114460628566057076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114460628566057076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114460628566057076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114460628566057076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/fwah-si-bei-stylooooo.html' title='Fwah! Si Bei sTYLoOooO!!'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114434623546994835</id><published>2006-04-06T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:57:15.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Work today was maginificent!! Saw two old buddies at my place but sadly at a wrong timing. Working today made me realise that quitting Borders WAS a good decision after all. And i'm gonna go purchase a brand new guitar!! Woohoooo!! Im so fucking excited!! Finally!! Finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Nothing to cuss. Boring. Cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114434623546994835?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114434623546994835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114434623546994835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114434623546994835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114434623546994835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-spot.html' title='1 Spot'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114425602800305825</id><published>2006-04-05T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:53:48.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Guitar. My Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i had a desire for anything or for anybody before. Never. And for the past few months, my fingers just couldnt stop fidgeting. It just keeps on air-guitaring riffs &amp; licks. And once a second my mind isn't at thought, it goes straight to my beloved Ibanez. And from the Ibanez, it goes to my band. Then back to the Ibanez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great thing for me. To hear such a sound coming from the amplifier just brings me to neverland. Such a high feeling. And with a cup of latte as my accompaniant, it'd be bloody damn perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed, when people know you're able to play an instrument (in this case, the guitar) the next Top 3 Qs would almost always be "So do you have a band?" , "What kind of songs you like" OR "So who's your favourite band?"&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's wrong and i know they are trying to converse. Seriously, most of you might get all "bluek" or "why so many people ask this same shit?!"&lt;br /&gt;But have you really thought why further? Like why is your favourite song YOUR favourite song? I noticed that many could play really well and some really too fucking well. And..i don't know. I mean..i admire them yea.  I asked them stuff &amp; they get all excited and stuff like " hey..wow..he's interested in what im doing..nice"&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll ask me "So what's your influence in the music you're playing?"&lt;br /&gt;"You mean what bands?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea..What bands?"&lt;br /&gt;(I was waiting for the word..Inspired. What band INSPIRED me.)&lt;br /&gt;Influence. Yes. Correct. But why I play is because of my inspiration of an individual/group.&lt;br /&gt;(It's a Mr.Corgan if you're curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said.." Smashing Pumpkins, Avril Lavigne &amp;amp; Dixie Chicks."&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately they'll go wide eye on avril and almost popped out on hearing the Dixie Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dixie Chicks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with dixie chicks? In any case..if you havent heard of their songs. Please give it a try. And watch their Live Concert. It's simply amazing. It's more rocking..yes MORE rocking than some ROCK bands. Please..please do not laugh at country music you metalhead moronic punk. I admit i did stereo-typed country music as "what the fuck". but when i heard 'em &amp;amp; watched them..."Fuhhhh". I was ashamed. Ashamed i actually stereotyped music genres when music is just ONE genre. Music itself. Ashamed because i really loved music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..thank you for reading this far. I hope i gave some form of encouragement for you to explore other genres you stereotyped before. You'll be amazed at what you have been missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114425602800305825?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114425602800305825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114425602800305825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114425602800305825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114425602800305825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/zero.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114408269155724140</id><published>2006-04-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:44:51.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage A Fright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i haven't been on stage fer more than 2 years, it is, where i belong. When i'm up on stage, i feel like i own the world. I don't give a shit 'bout anything. Nothing. It's the best drug ever. The real stimulant. I don't know how many would feel that way but i think if you haven't tried it, you should. Stage fright? Why? Why bother what people might think of yer act on stage. You are the one in control. Not the fuckin' crowd. If yer gonna think you suck before you even step on stage then.. you WILL suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying you should fake it. Pretending that you rock. No. Because you DO rock. Why bother to be a performer then? Anywayz..fuck you all if you still disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114408269155724140?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114408269155724140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114408269155724140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114408269155724140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114408269155724140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/stage-fright.html' title='Stage A Fright'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25234754.post-114398894975277471</id><published>2006-04-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:42:29.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath of A New Life. How it stinks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Im back to my old template fer diz blog yet again becoz i think it rules. Wadeva. I had to delete the other one 'cause certain fucktards are getting too emotional over it. Stupid idiots. Anywayz..LIfe has been great generally. Mainly thanks to the music we are playing &amp; consistently rocking to!! Not officially my lst ever blog entry but i wun be dis-cussing any hoo-haa topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lst and foremost. Im greatly having an exciting time with the band. Borders has n always been fun despite me jumping over to Starbucks. Fuck the bloody impossible customers!! Guitar-abusing &amp;amp; Latte overdose are still my heartfelt desires. Shall not play soccer anymore. (i cld barely move fer almost 2 days 'cause of one session.fuck.) I hate emo guys. And i loathe grunge wannabes. (Someone asked me "what is grunge?". i shook my head and pat his back.) Whahhahah!! EMo-grungers. I still love that term. Smashing Pumpkins &amp;amp; Avril gives me the drive to work. OKay. Watch out fer de next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya around dumb fucking maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25234754-114398894975277471?l=dollthrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/feeds/114398894975277471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25234754&amp;postID=114398894975277471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114398894975277471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25234754/posts/default/114398894975277471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollthrash.blogspot.com/2006/04/breath-of-new-life-how-it-stinks.html' title='Breath of A New Life. How it stinks.'/><author><name>Travis Kuraki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00787320053832825502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
