tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267283228228151152024-02-20T18:43:17.952-08:00Suikosonus.Sonare. Senim. Geswin.Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-8214965545566810012012-07-06T20:54:00.000-07:002012-07-06T20:56:50.071-07:00Belasungkawa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-77758494661622706622012-01-21T03:19:00.001-08:002012-01-21T06:11:21.481-08:00The Rojak Uta 2 : Stampede.<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IBKdqIvHisI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Rojak Uta(The First) :</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><iframe width="400" height="100" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=1197397201/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/track/the-rojak-uta"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;The Rojak Uta by The Venopian Solitude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lyrics : <a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.blogspot.com/2009/06/rojak-uta-check-no-romeo-dan-makan.html">http://thevenopiansolitude.blogspot.com/2009/06/rojak-uta-check-no-romeo-dan-makan.html</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I now know better than to rap like ever. I shall rap no mo.</div><div><br /></div><div>--------------------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh the Third World people,</div><div>Don't we fall, don't we stumble?</div><div>On each and every pointing finger</div><div>Of the narcissistic First World's.</div><div>We had to be organised,</div><div>In order to be recognised;</div><div>The ones apologising, </div><div>Flunks in production lines.</div><div>I know not you were God</div><div>Who had the veto to put on</div><div>The strongest armour man could make</div><div>And mighty words disassociating</div><div>All the kingdoms to be free,</div><div>All the kingdoms to be seen</div><div>As solitary standing,</div><div>Womanizing, full-o'-bribin',</div><div>Pimps; are flying cross-continents.</div><div>You can never be content</div><div>Until us, in the hands of you, our dear Commander;</div><div>We hail the very merry happy giddy 'New World Order'.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nukes are dying, dying,</div><div>Bigots, streaking, streaking,</div><div>As all the slaves in the world start standing.</div><div>Dare you nullify,</div><div>The power of the rising!</div><div>You best to not forget the day you die in mighty stampede.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ini khas dalam Bahasa Kebangsaan</div><div>Kerna aku kan pastikan</div><div>setiap derasnya ayat,</div><div>Kan tusuk sampai urat.</div><div>Tegang-teganglah berkata,</div><div>'Tuhan itu kita punya,'</div><div>Sedangkan Nabi sendiri,</div><div>Hari-hari nyaris mati;</div><div>Ditolak dan ditindas,</div><div>Quraisy yang tak berbelas.</div><div>Namun baginda tabah,</div><div>Menghuraikan betapa indahnya</div><div>Setiap wujud wanita,</div><div>Setiap wujud angkasa,</div><div>Setiap takut haiwan pada garang manusya.</div><div>Ilmu sebidang dada tak seluas Kalamullah!</div><div>Fatwa haram tak sesahih hujah Abu Hurairah!</div><div>Batok lepas di tangga, pegar makan padinya,</div><div>Anjing sendiri tahu; terang bayang itu penipu!</div><div>Barangkali kamu,</div><div>Lupa coretan lalu;</div><div>Rasul zaman akhir luas bertakbir bukan kamu!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nukes are dying, dying, </div><div>Bigots streaking, streaking,</div><div>As all the commoner around start standing.</div><div>Dare you confiscate, the right to speculate!</div><div>Your death in stampede, that day; repent before it's too late.</div><div><br /></div><div>真実を語る度、ため口(だめだよ!)</div><div>仲間を広がる度、本質(だめだよ!)</div><div>「あんまりにも、立派な人</div><div>の人生のようで生きていくべき」とは基本でしょう!</div><div>さあ、目標に合わない者はどうなるんだ?</div><div>まさか、いつも通りの自殺か?</div><div>歴史の殺し!</div><div>性欲の崇拝!</div><div>わいろで泳ぎ、</div><div>酒で精一杯!</div><div>おめでとう!さすが、その制度では、</div><div>人間っぽくなロボット達が出来上がった!</div><div>「なぁ、聞いて、これからどうすんだい?</div><div>ああ、こう、そう、したいけど勇気ない。。。」(ハハ!)</div><div>無言者、更に沈黙に沈む、</div><div>AHOな48、殊に豪華に潜る、</div><div>いつまでこの道を導くつもり?</div><div>いつまで悪を盛り上がらせたり?</div><div>溜まっとる、黙っとる、強い力を出せ!</div><div>君の未来、輝かせ、その夢!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nukes are dying, dying,</div><div>Bigots streaking, streaking,</div><div>As all the brilliant young minds start standing,</div><div>Dare you isolate,</div><div>The power to be great!</div><div>The stampede will be the last scene;</div><div> as you meet your fate!</div><div><br /></div><div>-----------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>English translation/transliteration of the latter two verses : </div><div><br /></div><div><div>This is specially(written) in the National Language</div><div>For I will make sure</div><div>Every swift sentence</div><div>Will thrust your nerves.</div><div>Saying ever so strictly</div><div>'God is ours,'</div><div>When the Prophet himself</div><div>meets near-death on a daily basis</div><div>being pushed and suppressed</div><div>By the heartless Quraishis,</div><div>But he stayed strong,</div><div>Kept on describing</div><div>Every (reason of) woman existing</div><div>Every (reason of) galaxy existing</div><div>Every (reason of) animals fearing the wrath of humans</div><div>The knowledge you bring isn't as expansive as Kalamullah(The Lord's words)!</div><div>Illegal fatwas aren't as valid as Abu Hurairah's argument/speech,</div><div>Coconut shell left on the steps, pheasant[a kind of bird] eating the paddy (of the paddy field trusted to it),</div><div>Even dogs know, the bright shadow is a liar!</div><div>Probably you,</div><div>Forgot what has been written long ago;</div><div>The last prophet to echo the takbeer is not you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Japanese pronunciation : </div><div><i>Shinjitsu o kataru tabi, tameguchi (dame da yo!)</i></div><div><i>Nakama o hirogaru tabi, honshitsu (dame da yo!)</i> </div><div><i>'Anmari ni mo, rippa na hito, no jinsei no you de ikite iku beki' to wa kihon deshou!</i></div><div><i>Saa, mokuhyou ni awanai mono wa dou narun da?</i></div><div><i>Masaka itsumo doori no jisatsu ka?</i></div><div><i>Rekishi no koroshi,</i></div><div><i>Seiyoku no suuhai,</i></div><div><i>Wairo de oyogi,</i></div><div><i>Sake de sei-ippai!</i></div><div><i>Omedetou! Sasuga, sono seido de wa</i></div><div><i>Ningenppoku na robotto tachi ga dekiagatta!</i></div><div><i>Mugon-sha, sara ni, chinmoku ni shizumu,</i></div><div><i>AHO-na-fourtyeight koto ni gouka ni moguru.</i></div><div><i>Itsumade kono michi o michibiku tsumori?</i></div><div><i>Itsumade aku o moriagarasetari?</i></div><div><i>Tamattoru, damattoru tsuyoi chikarao dase!</i></div><div><i>Kimi no mirai, kagayakase, sono yume!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Japanese translation : </i></div><div>When you tell the truth, casual talk (is a no-no!)</div><div>When you widen your circle of friends, the real you (is a no-no!)</div><div>'Live life according to the utmost worthy person's life', that's a basic(knowledge)!</div><div>Ok then, what about those who don't meet that goal?</div><div>Don't tell me, it's the usual Suicide?</div><div>The murder of History,</div><div>The worshipping of Lust,</div><div>Swimming in bribery,</div><div>(Drink) Sake to the fullest!</div><div>Congratulations! Truly with that system,</div><div>(You've) successfully created a bunch of humanoid robots!</div><div>'Hey, listen, what should I do from now on?<br />I want to do this and that but I have no courage!' (Haha!)</div><div>The quiet, further drowns in silence, </div><div>The AHO(=stupid)48, especially, dives in luxury,</div><div>Until when are you going to go down this road?</div><div>Until when are you going to let the evil rise?</div><div>That accumulated, silent but strong power; let it out!</div><div>Your future, brighten it up; that dream!</div></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>-------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Note : </div><div>Manusya : the original Sanskrit, which evolves into the malay word 'Manusia', which means 'human'.</div><div>Batok lepas di tangga, pegar makan padinya : the latter, comes from the idiom 'Harapkan pegar, pegar makan padi'. Regarding the spelling, here's the explanation --> <a href="http://blog-pke.com/kesilapan-peribahasa-yang-diwarisi">http://blog-pke.com/kesilapan-peribahasa-yang-diwarisi</a></div></div><div><br /></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-8882780692609458032011-10-17T03:26:00.000-07:002011-10-17T03:38:52.929-07:00Tenangkan Bontot AndaI'm a hundred percent sure 'Calm Your Tits' would have been better, but it's in Malay, plus the direct-translated Malay phrase would be even more vulgar...ish.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="400" height="100" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=2766182764/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0">&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/album/emo-roll-coas"&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Emo-Roll-Coas by The Venopian Solitude&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />bertenang, tenang, tenangkanlah fikiran<br />bawa bertendang sebelum dipandang kesian<br />celaru tahu mengangkat diri berlalu<br />bertenang, tenang, tenangkanlah fikiran<br />kaji langit biru indah<br /><br />siapa tak lelah saat dicatu<br />mindanya yang tak henti alirkan adu<br />selapang hati harus kita kenali<br />siapa tak lelah saat dicatu<br />perhati padang menghijau<br /><br />jalan terus berjalan jangan henti<br />jangan henti kalau terus maki sendiri<br />jalan terus jalan jangan henti<br />sampai yang terpampang hanyalah langit yang mencium bumiSuiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-91888306164035898582011-05-20T21:51:00.000-07:002011-05-20T21:58:42.349-07:00I Spent 10 Hours On This Bunch Of Crap.<p><br /><p><iframe width="400" height="100" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=897200658/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/album/i-spent-10-hours-on-this-bunch-of-crap"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;I Spent 10 Hours On This Bunch Of Crap by The Venopian Solitude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br /><br />Hello.<br /><br />Well.<br /><br />There goes a big bunch of crap.<br /><br />Each song would've been much fancier if I were to instead do a 5-part 4-song EP.<br /><br />But that would be very, stressful.<br /><br />And time-wasting.<br /><br />Due to the stress.<br /><br />Ya know.<br /><br />Having to do a thousand and fifteen hundred takes.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />I had the most fun and sanity doing it this time.<br /><br />So.<br /><br />Bubbye.Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-28260752546441460532011-04-28T08:58:00.000-07:002011-04-28T09:01:34.788-07:00(Butchered) Kurikulum Bersepadu Sekolah Rendah<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Menyesal tak hafal lirik sampai habis.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><iframe width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8onR3RsDZYA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></span></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-49034360215039979062011-03-31T09:19:00.000-07:002011-03-31T09:20:21.688-07:00I'm so, so truly very muchly many so very little few much more SORRYThis will be in Malay(probably; I'm only writing this first line) to save the people who didn't come to the show just now from knowing the inconveniently ugly truth. I NEED A DAMN DICTIONARY RIGHT NOW MY VOCABULARY IS NOT ENOUGH<br /> <br />Terima kasih banyak banyak sangat sangat sangat gila bapak banyak nak mati sampai ke hujung dunia beribu-ribu-juta-bilion-googolplex lemon diucapkan kepada Cik Tressa(that's Tri-Sha to you, and she insist on not wanting me to use the honorific, HONORIFIC 'Kak' in front) dan Enche Azizul yang sanggup sanggup tak ingat dasar lautan sanggup amik saya kat rumah(yang mana saya keluar curi-curi tanpa bitau mak saya sebab mak saya tak berapa suka anak dara dia keluar malam-malam), drive jauh-jauh-jauh-jauh jam lepas kerja jauh, tahan bau busuk masam bukak kasut waktu dalam kereta, bayar tol, having the best mix CD I've ever heard, dengar persembahan yang paling sial dan langsung tak memberangsangkan dalam dunia, tahan bau busuk masam peluh keringat lepas persembahan, bayar tol, hantar saya balik walaupun mereka sibuk gila gila punya mental hospital sibuk lagi-lagi Cik Tressa sebab dia kena hantar repot 30 mukasurat pukul satu dan dia tak buat pape lagi tapi sanggup datang, teman, hantar, menenangkan saya, Enche Azizul buat saya gelabah dia tenangkan lagi, tanya 'Ok ke tak?', soh saya sambung habiskan level Bomberman untuk larikan perhatian saya daripada kegelabahan, tanya lagi 'Ok ke?' lepas da habis dan dalam kereta, basically being the epic Big Sister character when I had no one I've ever met in real life at that time with me to calm me down. Oh dang siries shit nak nangis ni. Terima kasih bebanyak banyak banyak banyak banyak lemon lemon kat Cik Tressa dan Enche Azizul.<br /> <br />Terima kasih jugak kat Kak Zunaira yakni (Kak?) Along yang sangat sangat sangat sporting dan baik dan baik dan sporting dan baik dan membawa aura penenang dan baik dan aura penenang penenang aura aura aura baik baik<br /> dan sanggup duduk sebelah saya tadi. Good Lord air mata dah bergenang.<br /> <br />Terima kasih juga kepada Enche Omar Kak Wani Enche Syafiq Cik Farah Enche Apit(Apeet? Apiq? Darah banyak sangat masuk telinga, pekak sket ok tipu banyak jugak tadi) Enche Ashraff Enche Tri dan lima enam orang lain yang sanggup dengar shitty shitty shit shit shitty dung dung dung bull dung performance tadi. Dah la gitar tak boleh cucuk. Suara perlahan. Lirik tak ingat. Main berterabur. Macam sial. I have to say them performers have ridiculously little adrenalin thus having the ability to deliver ever so darn unearthly smoothly. I salute all of you.<br /> <br />Saya nampak tadi ada sorang enche pegang video cam. JANGAN GATAL UPLOAD KE INTENET PLIIIIIIIIIS<br /> <br />Trauma gile. Gile. Gilegilegile. Kesian gila kat semua orang. All twelve of you. I owe all of you all nine of my souls.<br /> <br />Dan maaf maaf sangat sangat sangat kepada Enche Raja Aziem Azham sebab tak bitau walaupun dia dah kata kalau ada persembahan pape bitau dia sebab siries saya ingat dan tahu dia tu bizimen.<br /> <br />Aaaaah sah nangis sat gi.Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-46737167524464815002011-03-20T11:12:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:17:21.433-07:00Jerayawara Orang Berjaur.<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EOEqqWqVigk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />Terima kasih Kamus Dewan Edisi Keempat!<br /><br />-------------------------------------------<br /><br />ding dong; pintu hati terbuka,<br />diiringi langit cerah.<br />yang disinari hikayat mawar; <br />terrabak isinya.<br /><br />telusuri hikayat itu,<br />terdampar luas pidato presto,<br />hingga prejudis dibaham saja;<br />bagai kandungan berjalan tinggalkan rusam.<br /><br />terkubur hasrat ibu; ke sorga.<br />bak lengkara tercapai hujungnya.<br /><br />lahabau lagut cari jauhar,<br />hasta demi hasta,<br />terjunam dalam lembah rencana;<br />bahana ringkuk di fana.<br /><br />dadanya terdabik kian tinggi;<br />gunung meruncing dilihatnya besut,<br />arakian melimpah hempedu di jari;<br />jalan keriting terjadinya kusut.<br /><br />jenuh kali dihempas; tuli menjulang.<br />kelabakan tunggu kau kunjung pulang.<br /><br />jenuh kali dihempas; tuli menjulang.<br />kelabakan tunggu kau kunjung pulang.<br />terkubur hasrat ibu; ke sorga.<br />bak lengkara tercapai hujungnya.<br /><br />derhaka tertetak di dahi,<br />sesaat zarah didacing lagi...<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Two(actually three) songs recorded within four days. That's not healthy.Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-44776659406441246522011-03-20T11:09:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:17:05.620-07:00Bloom, The Gloom Tomb.<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0gVLtKKCapo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />In sickness and...whatever.<br /><br />--------------------------------------<br /><br />time is tidying, the tide is rising<br />roses bloom a tomb<br />fly, the dandelions, lions roaring<br />the leash has shrunk to gloom<br /><br />free, my little bee, into the sea<br />little did it know<br />broken its wings and powdered his stings<br />death angel came to show<br /><br />its, path.<br /><br />silent, honey, my little baby<br />he chases those who cry<br />weep your bloody tears for others, maybe<br />he'll spare you a life<br /><br />shush now, lady, your words are dear<br />to those who foresee you<br />a worn out missus hanging most to fear<br />the moment they come to<br /><br />hunt you.<br /><br />the southern train has arrived in vain<br />sent to ring a bell<br />for the northern deities begged you in pain<br />to finally go to hell.Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-20178237050046222352011-02-18T03:41:00.000-08:002011-02-18T04:31:59.986-08:00Cahaya Bulan Lima.Well isn't this stupid.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150183124060410">Cahaya Bulan Lima.</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>---------------------------------<br /><br /></div><div><div>sejuk mentari gemerlapan hujan turun di tengah malam, bimbang,</div><div>seperti ditelan cahaya; bulan terbang riang</div><div><br /></div><div>sekali jarimu meliar mencari bayangan diri yang menghilang</div><div>seperti dimamah gelora; aku terbang girang</div><div>menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari</div><div>seperti menjulang peristiwa; hitam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam</div><div><br /></div><div>layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus</div><div>tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu</div><div><br /></div><div>kelibat syaitan durjana meliputi jasad yang tak pernah bertenang</div><div>cukup dengan manisan syahdu, apa lagi makhluk yang menghantui ku?</div><div><br /></div><div>terbiar, remuk terbakar lalu punah menjadi air mata berdarah</div><div>puas sekadar riak nista, berahi mengaum ke dasar dunia</div><div><br /></div><div>larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung </div><div>sepi, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.</div><div><br /></div><div>menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari</div><div>seperti menjulang peristiwa; silam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam</div><div><br /></div><div>layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus</div><div>tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu</div><div><br /></div><div>larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung </div><div>mati, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.</div><div><br /></div><div>sejuk mentari gemerlapan engkau turun di tengah malam, bimbang,</div><div>seperti ditelan cahaya; aku terbang, hilang</div></div></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-9132571546998610262011-01-10T01:09:00.000-08:002011-01-10T01:19:13.901-08:00Platonic.Rusty.<div><br /></div><div>Sorry, I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150157210335410">Platonic.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>-----------------------------<br /><br /></div><div><div>chill to my bones</div><div>lie to me, you arsehole</div><div>feel me with your hands</div><div>see me in the sand</div><div>storming out of the dream</div><div>you wish to hold within</div><div>but i insist on you being </div><div>least worthy of my living</div><div>more than a quarter</div><div>of my daily life suffered</div><div>an untraceable</div><div>unbelievable</div><div>existence</div><div>the silence silenced still</div><div>the noise troubles at will</div><div>i need the feel of being alone</div><div>i feel the need of being a stone</div><div>i am more than a rock</div><div>i am the place you locked</div><div>the growing tree </div><div>you insist on having it killed</div><div><br /></div><div>Stand up now child</div><div>your jungle is a crime</div></div><div><br /></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-83708009974431233872010-11-02T05:20:00.001-07:002010-11-02T07:32:23.664-07:00Agh this is embarrassing.<div>Hello.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just want to write something.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok lies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dandelion Radio's DJ who goes by the name <a href="http://www.dandelionradio.com/markw.htm">Mark Whitby</a> is a living proof that the gremlin music my conscience produce, <b>does</b> bewitch people.</div><div><br /></div><div>This past 4 months alone he kept slipping in a song of mine <b>every bloody month</b> during his session. Let's recap by month and song name.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. August - <a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/track/the-groupie-song">The Groupie Song</a></div><div><br /></div><div>2. September - <a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/track/mother-nature-and-father-man-made">Mother Nature and Father Man-Made</a></div><div><br /></div><div>3. October - <a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/track/delusional-honeymoon">Delusional Honeymoon</a><br /><br /></div><div>4. November(yes, this month!) - <a href="http://thevenopiansolitude.bandcamp.com/track/god-loves-me">God Loves Me</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>(I find it ridiculous direct-linking you to the ear-bleeding craps, but as if you'd ever click any of it, so)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>If he's still cursed by the spell casted by them gremlins, the odds are he's going to play yet another around 10:50 AM December 5. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Of course</i> I hope he will, it's the minute I was born!</div><div><br /></div><div>But the odds are low. 4 is just too big a number.</div><div><br /></div><div>And a repetition at that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told my whole family about it. And Mother gave me the best response in the midst of <b>'Link apa ni?'</b>,<b> 'Macam mana nak dengar?' </b>and <b>'Where can we find it?'.</b> </div><div><br /></div><div>Which is, <b>'I'm so proud of you, but don't forget your purpose of furthering your studies there.'</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Of course, Ma. This is just a medium for me to fool around.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry. For my conscience to maximise her gremlination.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, did I mention I'm coming back this coming March?</div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-50261211414308717592010-10-23T16:16:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:26:03.566-07:00Megagarbage.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message">Risky business, this is.<br /><br />I'm talking about myself.<br /><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150104688635410&ref=mf">Megagarbage.</a></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />------------------------<br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><br />my, beloved, will be...<br /><br />building a thousand storey waste out of shame<br />and our money is going to be paid<br />for funding the erection of pride<br />that shall scrape the dust of sky<br />as we drain the blood from our brains<br />looking upwards as white fills our faces<br /><br />just look at the land of waves<br />they rarely have the chance to be blamed<br />for they spent the earnings<br />on building better home to live in<br />their houses is twice smaller<br />than our common average dweller's<br />so please be downright ashamed.<br /><br />please note that the place that you worship<br />the pyramids that has been built<br />brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams<br />to have good reads,<br />better healthcare<br />and faster trains to their family<br />but then again it is your brilliant scheme<br /><br />your brilliant scheme...<br /><br />to suck the load of ransom out and far<br />to the private swiss bank account<br />that you will use to jet to a blissful life<br />when everyone backs away from your side<br />they say behind every powerful man<br />stand there a woman more powerful than<br />Chairman Mao, and look, he has the gang of Four<br /><br />To rape the virginity of Tibet<br />Just like you bombing the already dead<br />Probably innocent young lass<br />Just because she has better ass<br />Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek<br />Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek<br /><br />please note that the place that you worship<br />the pyramids that has been built<br />brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams<br />to have good reads,<br />better healthcare<br />and faster trains to their family<br />but then again it is your brilliant scheme<br />we have no right to make it our fantasy<br />but then again we can send you out to the streets</span></span></h3></span>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-50475809258543694112010-10-17T05:15:00.000-07:002011-04-02T07:22:26.611-07:00Blatant Honesty.There are more things you should know about moi.<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150101194195410">Blatant Honesty.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>--------------------</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Bottom of the Earth is me</div><div>Pressing me to the core</div><div>Bottom of the sea is me</div><div>Washing me to the shore</div><div>Bottom of the pile is the most heartwarming story you've ever heard</div><div>Bottom of the sky is a guy who's willing to canoe 3000 miles</div><div>To a place he has never been</div><div>nor stayed in, nor even seen</div><div><br /></div><div>AAAH! It is so bright</div><div>But it is chilly outside</div><div>Autumn is running very late</div><div>Having its last and final date</div><div>A one night stand with Summer</div><div>Before it leaves her out and kicks her</div><div>Aye, leaves turning colour</div><div>How I love this glorious atmosphere</div><div><br /></div><div>There's the arsehole who stole my dime</div><div>There's the son of a gun who shunned with my pride</div><div>There's the douchebag of the day who went away with a sack of decapitated hands</div><div>There's the dead man's grave who burned, raped, tortured, tossed and turned</div><div>Many a lives in his years</div><div>Thank God he was suicidal</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been blaming my cause of memory loss on running around and doing nothing wrong</div><div>Oh dear God give me the memory I lost when I was just a kid</div><div>It has been hours and not one single substance mingles in my hardened heart</div><div>How I would like to put the blame on the whisk of fame I earned</div><div><br /></div><div>Drag me, force me to be a normal human being</div><div>Being self-righteously ill is just tiring</div><div>Bend me, break me into pieces of a normal being</div><div>Being a self-reliant monster is just a pressure so severe</div><div><br /></div><div>My attention span is so short</div><div>Keep me in or have me deport</div><div>To my behated city</div><div>I wish those politicians were never here</div><div>"Bringing down other's houses</div><div>For our dear beloved spouses"</div><div><br /></div><div>My criticism span is so long</div><div>I wished i hadn't brought it along</div><div>With me on this journey to yield</div><div>The passion in notion I've been craving</div><div>Bring me down on my knees</div><div>Let me pray and let me heed</div><div>Bring me down on my knees</div><div>Let me pray and let me heed</div><div><br /></div><div>Bottom of the Earth is me</div><div>Pressing me to the core</div><div>Bottom of the sea is me</div><div>Washing me to the shore</div><div>Bottom of the pile is the most unreliable story you'll ever hear</div><div>Bottom of the sky is a senile young child who forgets where she put her own mind.</div></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-53994323119585888522010-09-26T05:53:00.000-07:002010-09-26T06:38:08.077-07:00Blergh. Ergh. Ghh.Sorry Laura. My conscience told me to do it.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150089734460410">(Butchered)Rest In The Bed - Laura Marling.</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-74614989385321780762010-09-22T01:17:00.000-07:002010-09-22T02:35:53.317-07:00Projek Video Kami(= Saya + Rakan-rakan Dan Kenalan Yang Dipaksa).<div>To those who had been randomly <s>forced</s> invited by me via Facebook, as promised, and a day earlier, the details. Questions should be posted on the comments section or Facebook <b>AND NOT FORMSPRING.</b> Because I don't even have that.</div><div><br /></div><div>To those who had been invited later than the ones stated above, 1. I am sorry, 2. Like I said it was random, 3. Blame them because I already <s>forced</s> <s>asked them politely</s> begged them to invite you too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>TEH IDEA</u></b></div><div><br /></div>My conscience, the very least, came up with this ridiculous idea of forcing my friends/acquaintances/those who know me(that's you!) to waste their time in this forced collab.<br /><br /><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div><b><u>TEH REASON</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Reason? Seriously? Ok here's the thing. I've been trying to find a reasonable enough reason to reason with you but to be sincerely honest, I don't have any.<br /><br />I can say things like <b>'I want to do this to get myself known more'</b> but if I wanted to do that I would've <b>spammed your Facebook pages</b> <b>every single day </b>with the link to this blog and <b>spam your inbox</b> with every new song I come up with, no?<div><br /></div><div><b>You :</b> <i>Alah, before this of kos la you dowan us to know, budden you got desperet, dat's why you do dis rait?</i><br /><div><br /></div><div>Because I know you won't believe me if I were to say <b>'I want to do this because during the time I came up with this stupid idea I was stressed from the examination and the stress turned into boredom and crazy notions' </b>so I shall instead say this : </div><div><br /></div><div>I rather you not venture away from this post and start opening the links on the sidebar because I still don't want any of you to listen to my crap music but you probably will anyway and whatever earbleeds/torn eardrums/ear-related injuries happens to you I will say in your <i>degil tanak dengar cakap </i>faces <b>'I TOLD YOU BLOODY SO.'</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Plus, I know only three(probably less) of you are going to join me anyway. I'm just trying my tough <s>luck</s> fate.<br /><br /></div><div>Ok enough babble.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>TEH PROCESS</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I will try my best not to put my face in it, though sadly my gremlin voice will be dominating the background of the clips. Try, because I might <b>accidentally without realising </b>show one eighth of my face while recording the video. And FYI, I won't be inserting the video clip I sent you in the final product. You'll understand why after you have watched it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The chorus(the part you are required to sing) is in Japanese. I don't care if you don't sound like a Japanese unless you are, because, well duh, you're not Japanese. All I want is to see your lovely faces and singing with your own style(the hell now it sounds too magazine-y) and accents that not even the Japanese can copy. To make you proud, accents show that you, are, AWESOME(cue <i>hidung kembang</i>).</div><div><br /></div><div>1. You can politely <b>ask your friends seniors tutors teachers family members cats whatever to sing along with you</b>, or you can dominate the whole clip yourself.</div><div>2. You can <b>do it in any way you want</b> : sing, rap, deathmetalscream, alto falsetto vibrato insert-opera-terms, poetically say the words as long as you follow the tempo. Because I know most of you have already gone to numerous karaoke trips so I put subtitles under the video for you to sing along.</div><div>3. You can<b> insert anything you want before/after/before and after the chorus</b> : dancing, goofing around, studying, eating drinking cycling shopping ANYTHING as long as it's appropriate.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>TEH DUE DATE</u></b></div><div>I haven't decided on it yet but the sooner you send in the videos the earlier I can shove the final product <b>IN YOR FES </b>ok no but yes, no deadline for now. Plus, I know you are all busy with your lives so whenever you're extremely bored to death, instead of killing yourself you can spend some time on this, yes?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>TEH LINKS</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?f715vyeudgcbygj">Click here for the video.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?agm4ghdb7yi8bhy">And here for the lyrics and translation.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4mm4am7zu23rdzz">And here for the uploading tutorial.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?26y1lytkz7b8a35">And here for all three.</a><br /><br />If there is any broken links, inform me ASAP.<br /><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Questions? Comment section or Facebook or thevenopiansolitude. at. gmail. dot. com.</div>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-46159506736820053402010-09-20T20:06:00.000-07:002010-09-20T20:07:25.585-07:00A Boring Essay.<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><u>Why I Don't Go To Studios To Record My Crap.</u></b><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">By <b>Suiko Takahara.</b></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Petty reason 1 : </strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">As everyone who knows me knows me, I am the laziest person in their lives, if not on Earth.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Sub-conscious truth 1 :</strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I prefer focusing on broader things in life like learning how to make intergrated circuits and having skydiving mountain trekking sea kayaking experiences. Music is not only a part of ourselves, but a part of our daily lives. We eat. We sleep. We listen to music. I don't see reasonable enough reason to focus on gourmet food or designing a custom-made bed I can sleep in for the next century.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Petty reason 2 : </strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I'd rather waste the petroleum and money spent on going to a studio and pay for the sessions on dragging my friends to the mall and gobble plates of dimsum. Or drive aimlessly or to the aiport 50+ kilometers away and back for no reason.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Sub-conscious truth 2 :</strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Money is spent. The cycle needs to go on. Thus selling of music. The music my conscience wrote which I truly believe entirely comes from God should not be sold, in my opinion. Not that it is God-forsaken holier-than-thou or anything, it's just that they are gifts. Gifts are to be shared. I know well I don't deserve the money by that, so even if I do sell them, I'd love to send it away. Just to complete the cycle.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Petty reason 3 : </strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Studio is not my room. I can't have breaks like watching animes, down a bar of chocolate or two nor eat chicken rice in it. Plus. They don't have bed with super comfortable pillows to roll on and hug while recording. To the point I can sleep while working on the song.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Sub-conscious truth 3 :</strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Going to unfamiliar places and enclosed spaces make me feel like I'm working. I don't want to work. I don't want people to listen to me working. If I do it happily and annoyingly, albeit after getting depressed having to do a hundred takes until I eventually give up and settled for the one closest to mind, I want people listening to it to be happy and annoyed.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Petty reason 4 : </strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Time constraint due to the number of hours in a day and opening hours of studios.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Sub-conscious truth 4 :</strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I can't plan. Every layer of melodies I've done previously are mostly the ones my conscience come up with during recording. And I almost always spontaneously record in the wee hours of morning.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Petty reason 5 : </strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Retakes are inevitable. Unless each audio layer is flawless I will have to do over a thousand times. Which will take hours if were to be done in studios.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; ">Sub-conscious truth 5 :</strong></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Flawless. That is what products of studio recording are. Not one glitch done. Not one alien note played. Not one vocal tone getting off-tune. No bass string buzzing. No words wrongly pronounced nor shouted. No crackling nor hissing. Too perfect. Too dreamy. Too harmonious. That's not human. Leave perfection to robots. I insist on being the normal imperfect human being I am.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I'm not trying to go all philosophical shait on you. I just can't sleep.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Everything especially the last part, mostly and only applies to me and my crap music. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I like others' studio recordings just fine. I'm still a human being who likes beautiful things.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p>Suiko Takaharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503789311072825004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-12704626570491979062010-09-17T13:34:00.000-07:002010-09-18T14:26:02.548-07:00Human Extinction.<div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=498721950409">Human Extinction.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Nah that is not English. It's turrets. AHAHA.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should learn how to stop randomly writing songs and recording them into video parts when I SHOULD BE INDULGING BOOKS.</div><div><br /></div><div>-----------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>acid rain, melting the poison-drenched weeds</div><div>gives a façade moment, the autumn is here</div><div>after the scorching sun degrades our daily needs</div><div>and not giving time for winter birds to hear</div><div><br /></div><div>the cries of eagles revolving downwards to their doom</div><div>into the sea of intense oil spill</div><div>taking everything away, including the mermaids too</div><div>Well, we just have to pay the mortgages and bills</div><div><br /></div><div>Men can only grasp so much thin veils of, excuses</div><div>And one miracle at a time</div><div><br /></div><div>yellow jackets hunting down those who stirred their nest</div><div>but they died mid-flight when the stale piercing breeze</div><div>blew upon the little ones trying their absolute best </div><div>to not look like spiders hanging mid-air, freeze</div><div><br /></div><div>from the melting icebergs that had to go somewhere</div><div>the icy gust they brought along just can't lay there</div><div>bitter with nothing to trace intimidating fear upon</div><div>unlike us humans who groan at our leopard skin torn</div><div><br /></div><div>torn, torn, torn, torn.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's not fair, they don't have disguises, to frittle away from</div><div>the ever changing abnormal seasons, to run away from</div><div><br /></div><div>The beautiful nature cannot cope with our swift, swift, changes</div><div>time is running out of us.</div><div>time is running out of us.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-60600851408653010092010-09-16T08:23:00.000-07:002010-09-16T08:24:37.048-07:00A JEW GAVE ME A REVIEW. EAT THAT RELIGIOUS BIGOTS.I was bored so I rolled on my bed, pretended I don't have papers to battle in the next 5 days, and surfed the Web from my phone.<br /><br />And lookie what I found from my vanity!<br /><br /><a href="http://themonkeywiththedrum.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Venopian%20Solitude">THIS.</a><br /><br />Like what the hell.<br /><br />It's Hebrew.<br /><br />I regret not having the strong will to continue learning Hebrew after finally memorising the letters.<br /><br />On top of that, isn't that the stupid keyboard picture I drew?<br /><br />And why is there 'The Venopian Solitude'?<br /><br />If my ignorant homies sees this they will start chanting 'TO DEATH WITH THEM JEWS'.<br /><br />No seriously you HAVE to see them. They WILL say such things.<br /><br /><a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?js=n&prev=_t&hl=ja&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&sl=iw&tl=en&u=http://themonkeywiththedrum.blogspot.com/search/label/The%2520Venopian%2520Solitude&act=url">Google Translate is saying good things.</a><br /><br />I think Google chopped, sawed, lacquered and sandpapered the translation because it sounds too nice.<br /><br />I almost cried.<br /><br />Ok no. But I did break my Facebook probation(I decided to deactivate my account because of the examination). That's shockingly reactive enough.<br /><br /><br /><br />EAT THAT RELIGIOUS IGNORANT BIGOTS.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-52057497164546701952010-08-27T10:27:00.000-07:002010-08-27T11:04:41.361-07:00Facebook rampant angst insertawesomevocabularyhere.<a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=488227560409&ref=mf">Chasing Seconds</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=487170250409&ref=mf">some crappy video</a>.<br /><br /><div>And lyrics, probably properly punctuated.</div><div><br /><div>---------</div><div><br /></div><div><div>stones from the sky falling down</div><div>and hit the ground.</div><div>doesn't matter where they came from,</div><div>as long as we have something to ogle to</div><div><br /></div><div>distract ourselves from the hell</div><div>that we have known well.</div><div>doesn't matter when it ends,</div><div>as long as we have something to run from than have</div><div><br /></div><div>our little time unspent.</div><div>it's not time well spent,</div><div>till the days we repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>there's not much time left then,</div><div>it's not time well spent,</div><div>till the minute we repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>fabric of fire burning our town,</div><div>leaving us bound </div><div>to the impending doom we call fate,</div><div>we had no thought left to power us to change.</div><div><br /></div><div>insignificantly, the monstrosity </div><div>power us to lay cold holding our bitter shards of memory(hope) </div><div>to have at least the will to live.</div><div><br /></div><div>our little time unspent;</div><div>it is time well spent,</div><div>before the days we repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>there is still much time left;</div><div>it is time well spent,</div><div>before the minute we repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>have faith in thee.</div><div>have faith in thee.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's our time to spend;</div><div>it's our time well spent,</div><div>after the days we have repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's our time being spent,</div><div>it's our time well spent,</div><div>after the minute we have repent.</div><div><br /></div><div>------------</div><br />THERE. Now I can do my homework in peace.<br /><br />Aha. Ri-hight.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-36943674102754039142010-08-01T01:40:00.000-07:002010-08-01T01:49:27.581-07:00Jiwa Kelajuan.Has been butchered athankyou.<div><br /></div><div>I am currently on the road(no, not really but yes I am travelling so yes yes indeed).</div><div><br /></div><div>Instruments?</div><div><br /></div><div>What are those?</div><div><br /></div><div>Synchronise?</div><div><br /></div><div>The deuce is that?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><object width="340" height="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9WPB2BtDfY&hl=ja_JP&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9WPB2BtDfY&hl=ja_JP&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="200"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-55577814998426790582010-07-25T04:03:00.000-07:002010-07-25T04:08:56.297-07:00Warriors of Impending Doom.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Seriously. Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons made me even darker. I mean, for goodness sake, I'm not even THAT depressed.<br /><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=473054440409">Warriors of Impending Doom.</a></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />---------------------------<br /><br />the desert is vast<br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; ">at the tip of your tongue<br />"the world is going to end,<br />and we'll be gone"<br /><br />your hand tightly holding life<br />at the tip of your finger<br />counting down the nights<br />history, drowning forever<br /><br />the scroll in my arm<br />begging to be released,<br />into the unknown harm<br />waiting to be pleased<br /><br />try we to run and hide<br />searching for shelter<br />but degrading is the time<br />losing sight of the border<br /><br />the growing holes<br />around the globe<br />swallow us whole<br />swallow our hope<br /><br />the floating soil<br />mocking our feet<br />plummeting towards turmoil<br />waiting to feed, on<br /><br />the desert didn't last<br />at the tip of your tongue<br />"the world has come to end,<br />and we are gone"</span></span></h3></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-71707008999116413402010-07-20T19:11:00.000-07:002010-07-20T19:37:08.284-07:00Kehadapan Para PencemarHello hello we meet again.<div><br /></div><div>Holiday just started. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thus I have no reasonable reasons to put things off anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here you go. Enjoy the gremlins.</div><div><br /></div><div>No seriously there is.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nevermind.</div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div>To beloved colonists. I present you.</div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div>--------</div><div><br /></div><div>(For the time being, head over to Uvumi, Facebook or Jomgig to listen. I don't want to upload it to Bandcamp yet because i haven't finished recording the other songs for the album. </div><div><br /></div><div>And i don't like saying the word 'album' when it has something to do with me. Makes me sound oh-so-famous-and-promoting-albums-and-shait and shait)</div><div><br /></div><div>--------</div><div><br /></div><div><div>kehadapan, angin, yang membawa khabar perit</div><div>"kehilangan takhta si pertiwi!"</div><div>beritahu, aku, dalang berita itu</div><div>dengan tangan berlumur darah, bahgianya kan ku cabul</div><div><br /></div><div>kejar, sepantas cahaya, selamatkan si Hawa!</div><div>lari, jangan berhenti, sampai si buas direjami!</div><div><br /></div><div>tanam ia, tebu, di tepi bibir</div><div>dengan lakaran senyuman sang pencair</div><div>mudahnya, ia, mencarik daun bebunga</div><div>tinggalkan tangisan kuntum yang terbiar</div><div><br /></div><div>lari, sepantas bunyi, daripada pandangan ngeri</div><div>tegar, janganlah gentar, atau kita kan binasa</div><div><br /></div><div>gerudilah tengkorak kepala supaya kebodohan yang tersimpan terbang keluar bersama-sama wap kebangangan yang terpendam berkurun lamanya</div><div><br /></div><div>apakah wujudnya di fana manusia selemah penjajah yang lari meninggalkan bumi yang dipijak setelah disentak daripada angan oleh pemberontak; tuan tanahnhya?</div><div><br /></div><div>kejar! sepantas cahaya! sampai mereka berguling keluar!</div><div>"lari! jangan berhenti! atau kamu kan kami rejami!"</div><div>"pergi! lagi pantas dari bunyi! daripada renungan tajam kami!"</div><div>"bubar! jangan berani bersama! atau cicitmu kan binasa!"</div><div><br /></div><div>kehadapan kita yang membawa pulang merdeka</div><div>ambil nafas dalam, berehatlah.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-64653393858920270822010-06-26T19:38:00.001-07:002010-06-26T19:38:37.615-07:00Hey hey hey. No i'm not back i'm going away again after this.<div>This is incomplete. Incomplete, meaning by, it is instrumentless. I don't know what instrument should go with it. I found the vocal melodies. But i think it sucks. Well, everything i do sucks though.</div><div><br /></div><div>Trying to re-contact <a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/#/nicolasl%C3%A9man">Nick Layman</a> because he wanted to collaborate with me like, ages(some time in last year's trimester wait what no basically about probably November last year) ago, when i was busy doing exactly nothing back then and NOW when i have too many work needed to be done i suddenly have this stupid idea of finally accepting his collaboration request and sent him this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry i couldn't open your reverbnation account and check your recent works. Stupid school.</div><div><br /></div><div>And, i would like to try this out : what would happen, like mental-wise, like thoughts-wise, like opinion-wise, like oowh you get me, if you were to know the lyrics of a song before the song actually comes out? </div><div><br /></div><div>Because that's what awesome-looking trailers do to movies; they disappoint people.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah. Do tell me how disappointed you feel.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-----------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Post-Devil Syndrome(it's a stupid title, i know, shut up)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i have way too many scars and dejavus</div><div>in a place i've never known that i've been to</div><div>i suffer way too much mental disorder from chasing the running time</div><div>i'm not that divine</div><div><br /></div><div>i kiss my wounds to make it hurt less</div><div>but soon after i get another rest</div><div>a big arse slap across my face</div><div>reliving nightmares that has began to fade</div><div><br /></div><div>stop dead on my track</div><div>turn round to look back</div><div>on all the sins i've had</div><div>and</div><div><br /></div><div>i try to shoot them down one by one</div><div>with a gun glazed with good deeds i have done</div><div>but i have to say i question its source and force from within</div><div>i've only committed gory since the early dawn begin</div><div><br /></div><div>to no avail i have laboured</div><div>attempts to bury the worst</div><div>the evidence of my existence in the deepest Earth</div><div><br /></div><div>the impact was as gratifying as tidying up the garbage mountain, </div><div>a hundred thousand years gathered by sinister misters</div><div>the fury of all eyes who see was as angered, fueled up and burned, on boundless revenge, cold hands of an avenger </div><div>the pain keeps on degrading as much as a boulder under a fountain uncountable shrunken days misty haze in the darkest of a night</div><div>the view was as insightful as a duel of man and bull,</div><div>its horns piercing twice, deep into pride, of the lad in the fight</div><div><br /></div><div>i have way too many scars and dejavus</div><div>in a place i've always known that i've never been to</div><div><br /></div><div>----------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>The idea of this silly song is...something like...a criminal, ex-convict if you will, tries to redeem itself* in its prison cell(and after it had gone out of prison). But people cannot forgive it for committing crimes way beyond inhumane, thus people would like to see it rot in Hell, like now. Like they want to kill it ASAP. </div><div><br /></div><div>And when it comes to the last verse, everything that happened before that was actually the criminal's imagination. It having dejavus, or better yet, premonition about its future life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dang. It was supposed to be about-me narcissistic. The first verse was exactly that. But then it turned into some criminal-like thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>That was weird.</div><div><br /></div><div>--------</div><div><br /></div><div>* I use 'it' not because criminals are disgusting(more like intimidating), i just wish English has a unisexual term for a person with an unknown gender. Or is that corrent? Hm. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-8448686305494325032010-06-20T06:17:00.000-07:002010-06-20T06:28:53.425-07:00Hiatus.I am getting busier lately. <div><br /></div><div>No, I decided I should have a life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still force my conscience to write songs.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am waiting for the right amount of time and money to buy this cool recording system thingy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which would be some time during the summer holidays(17th July ~ 31st August).</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'll be roaming around Japan in the meantime(summer holiday).</div><div><br /></div><div>And have badminton practices.</div><div><br /></div><div>And have at least one in-school gig(activities of the school's Light Music Club).</div><div><br /></div><div>And talk and have fun with the old people around the town.</div><div><br /></div><div>And study.</div><div><br /></div><div>And basically have a life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thus.</div><div><br /></div><div>This hiatus shall be indefinite.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even crappier.</div><div><br /></div><div>Haggard-looking.</div><div><br /></div><div>You get the point.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bye.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626728322822815115.post-5576194349991487932010-06-14T23:31:00.001-07:002010-06-14T23:32:38.757-07:00Dying For Bad Music.Crazy people. Especially Nigel Simpson.<div><br /></div><div>But the other songs and mixtapes there are AWESOME and quite a bundle of FREE DOWNLOADS.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://dyingforbadmusic.blogspot.com/2010/06/venopian-solitude-2010-sangfroid.html">Dying For Bad Music has been brainwashed.</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0