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Mr. Kwon,

After many months of searching I believe I may have finally found the man who was responsible for the death of your son. My team of investigators located a man named Johan Liiva who meets the description you gave us. He has a tattoo of a coi-fish on his left arm that matches the photo exactly. Liiva was born in Gottenburg, Sweden in 1987. His parents died when he was just one year old in a terrible fire. He was adopted by the Nakamura family who raised him in Japan.

What makes me almost certain that this man is the man you've been searching for is what I observed as I pursued him earlier this week. I followed Liiva through a ravine where he met with another person and donned traditional red samurai armour and began to spar. The fact that he is trained in the art of the samurai is a dead give away. I don't think he suspects at all that we have been searching for him all this time. 

Sir, this description, along with the given timeline suggests that Johan was involved in the tournament that took place two years ago where your son was tragically murdered.

Following this letter you will find photos of Liiva.

I will wait for your response. Until then, I will continue to pursue and observe Liiva.

Regards, 

Engine Number 9

A week in the life of my guitar.

Dear Diary,

I just have to start this off by saying today was an absolutely amazing day!  The sun came shining through the attic window and my flawless body gleamed radiantly. It was such a good feeling. I began my day at about 12:00. I went over a couple of the usual songs like Holy Diver and Pure Hatred which was nice. Then around 1:30 I got a huge shock! Theo stuffed me away in my case!

The thought of what could possibly be going on never escaped my mind! Was I getting some work done? Was I being sold?! My emotions were bouncing back and forth between terrified and excited like a ping-pong ball! I was SO ANXIOUS. I hate being in my case because if I'm in my case then my perfection isn't being admired! Although my case is quite comfortable. It was specifically made for my unique body shape.

Finally the case opened up and I was in a new house! I was with one of Theo's friends who owned many other guitars but none as great as me! The father of Theo's friend even said so! He went on about how my pickups sounded amazing. Theo told him he was considering getting active pickups installed to replace my passive ones! [ISN'T THAT EXCITING?!]

And of course, Theo went on to boast about my flawlessness. My mahogany body, three piece set neck with 24 XJ frets and the rosewood fretboard, my amazing passive pickups and of course, my glorious, gleaming coat of chameleon paint which allows my colour to change from red to green.

I played so many songs in the new house like Pursuit of Vikings, Hit The Lights, and Spheres of Madness! Along with some old classics like Raining Blood, Crystal Mountain and Breaking The Law!

After we were done, Theo packed me up and headed home.

Needless to say, today was amazing. :D

Bruce!

I'm sitting in guitar class for this eavesdrop. [Tired as ever, might I mention.] My teacher begins talking with a student in my class about Bruce Springsteen. I swear, they talk about Bruce Springsteen every single day! It's ridiculously annoying to have to hear about that guy every guitar class. My teacher isn't even that into him, I can tell he's just being nice by conversing with the student who mentions the boss on a daily basis.

Last year in guitar class, this same student did a presentation on Bruce Springsteen that was so agonizingly boring. It was so boring that even the teacher was falling asleep. Now, all they talk about is Bruce Springsteen's upcoming concert in Toronto and how expensive tickets are going to be.

I don't understand all the hype! I don't think he's even that good. I could NEVER picture myself listening to any Springsteen. His performance at the Super Bowl was less than decent. I could've sworn I was watching a beginner guitar player! His songs are SO easy to play. And was having six guitars on stage REALLY necessary?! But in his defense he did have a strong stage presence which I find is always important whenever I out to see a band.

I don't think I'll ever understand what people think is so amazing about Bruce Springsteen.

Cake Cake Cake

This next conversation I eavesdropped on was between three guys. It began with one guy mentioning that he had to pick up a cake for his mom. Once he mentioned cake, a whole mouth watering conversation erupted.

Many types of cakes were mentioned. Custard cakes, "treatza pizzas" from Dairy Queen, chocolate and peanut butter cakes, even blueberry-apple pies and....erotic cakes were all the subject of discussion in this conversation. But what would a conversation about cake be without the mention of cheesecake? As soon as cheesecake was mentioned it seemed like the excitement of the conversation rose so high. One guy mentioned that his favourite cheesecake is pumpkin cheesecake which I thought sounded really good. Another guy said that he's not so much a fan of cheesecake, but more the cheesecake crust. [ Strange? ] And this whole conversation about cheesecake inspired one guy's story of a heavenly sounding restaurant in Florida called the Cheesecake Factory; where the menu is 21 pages long, and the last four pages of the menu are completely cheesecake. Sounds nice!

After their conversation ran dry, they began singing....which I did not find amusing....

YOOO GUY

I recently eavesdropped on a conversation between two guys from EYCI on the ttc. Right away I could tell that this was going to be a weird conversation because I could hear them laughing hysterically before I even sat down near them. When I set near them they were saying "YOOOO GUY" in a really weird accent and laughing about it. They were trying to remember a girl that used to say that a lot.

It took them a while to recall who used to talk like that, but once they they were laughing at least twice as hard. They remembered her from a couple years ago so they began reminiscing about their old friend. All while still imitating her saying phrases like "YOOOO GUYY" and "EEEEAAASSSY GUY" over and over again. I imagine a few people on the train were probably really annoyed.

After they were done with that conversation, one guy pulled out his sketch book and began going on about this drawing he was going to do for his friend sitting next to him and how much he was going to love it.

Dreamcatcher

This eavesdropping moment was golden. I was walking down the hallway in school at lunch time when I spotted a friend to sit with. His friends with him started having this crazy conversation about dreams. Dreams can be such weird things.

These two people were talking about pretty much every weird thing a dream can throw at a person. Like that falling effect that we've all felt, which I think is pretty awesome; or that weird feeling where suddenly you can't run up stairs, which I despise.

The topics of some of their dreams made for really interesting topics, or really interesting stories. One of them explained his dream about how he was super mario and he had to rescue princess peach from the evil bowser. Another dream was about how this guys dad was on a roller coaster in a playground that went into space. After his dad got of the roller coaster he turned into Harry Potter and was being hunted by Voldemort and they ended up fighting in the playground.

Dreams can definitely make for some interesting stories. I was so amused listening to all of it. I've got some awesome dream stories myself. Just last night I was dreaming that I was in a setting from Alien. That was one scary dream. @__@

I love hearing about dreams. If you guys have any dream stories you'd like to share then comment!

Chocolate Milk Myth

On a recent trip downtown I couldn't help but eavesdrop on a conversation that was ridiculously intriguing.  Yonge street was packed with people. I found this really annoying because I tend to walk fast and there was no way I was getting around anyone.

I was traveling slowly behind two males who looked to be about twenty years of age. They were having a conversation about chocolate milk. One guy proposed a chocolate milk myth that it is impossible for a person to keep down three litres of the stuff in an hour. He was talking about how is friend tried it and vomited. His friend was really into it and was super enthusiastic on trying it.

I found this conversation really captivating. Personally, I love chocolate milk. I usually have half a litre everyday for lunch. I would try and defeat this myth one day. I'd like to get other peoples' opinions on chocolate milk and the myth that comes with it.

On another note, I have the Pro Smoking Cigarette Song stuck in my head.