I'm so, so truly very muchly many so very little few much more SORRY

This 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

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.

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
dan sanggup duduk sebelah saya tadi. Good Lord air mata dah bergenang.

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.

Saya nampak tadi ada sorang enche pegang video cam. JANGAN GATAL UPLOAD KE INTENET PLIIIIIIIIIS

Trauma gile. Gile. Gilegilegile. Kesian gila kat semua orang. All twelve of you. I owe all of you all nine of my souls.

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.

Aaaaah sah nangis sat gi.

Agh this is embarrassing.

Hello.

I just want to write something.

Ok lies.

Dandelion Radio's DJ who goes by the name Mark Whitby is a living proof that the gremlin music my conscience produce, does bewitch people.

This past 4 months alone he kept slipping in a song of mine every bloody month during his session. Let's recap by month and song name.

1. August - The Groupie Song

2. September - Mother Nature and Father Man-Made

3. October - Delusional Honeymoon

4. November(yes, this month!) - God Loves Me

(I find it ridiculous direct-linking you to the ear-bleeding craps, but as if you'd ever click any of it, so)

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.

Of course I hope he will, it's the minute I was born!

But the odds are low. 4 is just too big a number.

And a repetition at that.

I told my whole family about it. And Mother gave me the best response in the midst of 'Link apa ni?', 'Macam mana nak dengar?' and 'Where can we find it?'.

Which is, 'I'm so proud of you, but don't forget your purpose of furthering your studies there.'

Of course, Ma. This is just a medium for me to fool around.

Sorry. For my conscience to maximise her gremlination.

Oh, did I mention I'm coming back this coming March?

Projek Video Kami(= Saya + Rakan-rakan Dan Kenalan Yang Dipaksa).

To those who had been randomly forced invited by me via Facebook, as promised, and a day earlier, the details. Questions should be posted on the comments section or Facebook AND NOT FORMSPRING. Because I don't even have that.

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 forced asked them politely begged them to invite you too.

TEH IDEA

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.

TEH REASON

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.

I can say things like 'I want to do this to get myself known more' but if I wanted to do that I would've spammed your Facebook pages every single day with the link to this blog and spam your inbox with every new song I come up with, no?

You : Alah, before this of kos la you dowan us to know, budden you got desperet, dat's why you do dis rait?

Because I know you won't believe me if I were to say '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' so I shall instead say this :

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 degil tanak dengar cakap faces 'I TOLD YOU BLOODY SO.'

Plus, I know only three(probably less) of you are going to join me anyway. I'm just trying my tough luck fate.

Ok enough babble.

TEH PROCESS

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 accidentally without realising 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.

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 hidung kembang).

1. You can politely ask your friends seniors tutors teachers family members cats whatever to sing along with you, or you can dominate the whole clip yourself.

2. You can do it in any way you want : 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.

3. You can insert anything you want before/after/before and after the chorus : dancing, goofing around, studying, eating drinking cycling shopping ANYTHING as long as it's appropriate.

TEH DUE DATE

I haven't decided on it yet but the sooner you send in the videos the earlier I can shove the final product IN YOR FES 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?

TEH LINKS

Click here for the video.

And here for the lyrics and translation.

And here for the uploading tutorial.

And here for all three.

If there is any broken links, inform me ASAP.

Questions? Comment section or Facebook or thevenopiansolitude. at. gmail. dot. com.

A Boring Essay.

Why I Don't Go To Studios To Record My Crap.

By Suiko Takahara.

Petty reason 1 :

As everyone who knows me knows me, I am the laziest person in their lives, if not on Earth.

Sub-conscious truth 1 :

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.

Petty reason 2 :

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.

Sub-conscious truth 2 :

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.

Petty reason 3 :

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.

Sub-conscious truth 3 :

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.

Petty reason 4 :

Time constraint due to the number of hours in a day and opening hours of studios.

Sub-conscious truth 4 :

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.

Petty reason 5 :

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.

Sub-conscious truth 5 :

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.

I'm not trying to go all philosophical shait on you. I just can't sleep.

Everything especially the last part, mostly and only applies to me and my crap music.

I like others' studio recordings just fine. I'm still a human being who likes beautiful things.

Hey hey hey. No i'm not back i'm going away again after this.

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.

Trying to re-contact Nick Layman 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.

Sorry i couldn't open your reverbnation account and check your recent works. Stupid school.

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?

Because that's what awesome-looking trailers do to movies; they disappoint people.

So yeah. Do tell me how disappointed you feel.

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Post-Devil Syndrome(it's a stupid title, i know, shut up)

i have way too many scars and dejavus

in a place i've never known that i've been to

i suffer way too much mental disorder from chasing the running time

i'm not that divine

i kiss my wounds to make it hurt less

but soon after i get another rest

a big arse slap across my face

reliving nightmares that has began to fade

stop dead on my track

turn round to look back

on all the sins i've had

and

i try to shoot them down one by one

with a gun glazed with good deeds i have done

but i have to say i question its source and force from within

i've only committed gory since the early dawn begin

to no avail i have laboured

attempts to bury the worst

the evidence of my existence in the deepest Earth

the impact was as gratifying as tidying up the garbage mountain,

a hundred thousand years gathered by sinister misters

the fury of all eyes who see was as angered, fueled up and burned, on boundless revenge, cold hands of an avenger

the pain keeps on degrading as much as a boulder under a fountain uncountable shrunken days misty haze in the darkest of a night

the view was as insightful as a duel of man and bull,

its horns piercing twice, deep into pride, of the lad in the fight

i have way too many scars and dejavus

in a place i've always known that i've never been to

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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.

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.

Dang. It was supposed to be about-me narcissistic. The first verse was exactly that. But then it turned into some criminal-like thing.

That was weird.

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* 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.

Hiatus.

I am getting busier lately.

No, I decided I should have a life.

I still force my conscience to write songs.

I am waiting for the right amount of time and money to buy this cool recording system thingy.

Which would be some time during the summer holidays(17th July ~ 31st August).

And I'll be roaming around Japan in the meantime(summer holiday).

And have badminton practices.

And have at least one in-school gig(activities of the school's Light Music Club).

And talk and have fun with the old people around the town.

And study.

And basically have a life.

Thus.

This hiatus shall be indefinite.

I'll be back.

Even crappier.

Haggard-looking.

You get the point.

Bye.

Dying For Bad Music.

Crazy people. Especially Nigel Simpson.

But the other songs and mixtapes there are AWESOME and quite a bundle of FREE DOWNLOADS.

Dying For Bad Music has been brainwashed.

Five Shades Of Lazy

Here's the bunch of video-ripped-very-get-me-away-from-this-devil-crappy-quality songs. Seriously, if only my laptop would befriend the awesome mic i bought, the embarrassing videos wouldn't have gone out to the world.

Five Shades Of Lazy.

Crazy people doing crazy things.

What in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y-fronts is this man babbling about?

Is he...is he reviewing me?

Pity that lad! He went bonkers after listening to the gremlins!

(I'm turning twenty this December. So that makes me old, yes, Musicmissionary sir? :D )

Photography.

Because i have so, much, free time, my conscience decided I should go back to taking redonkulous pictures(the first passion i remember doing so...passionately).

I'm currently busy preparing myself for furthering my studies.

Prepare, as in packing. Not prep school i'm so frekkin done with that.

And despite being oh-so-bizeh(i get most song ideas just by being stressed, but perhaps i'm not), i cannot conjure a decent tune from any instrument.

Oh the horror.

So for the time being(before i get stressed out and emo and write songs and shait), I am Suiko the photographer.

No, no stupid SLRs, just a waterproof digital camera.

Crazy people.

jomgig reviewed The Venopian Solitude.

They're exaggerating, don't believe a word they say, those crazy people.

Most of the time, people (including myself) can't sense my (own) sarcasm.

Vertigo.

Vertigo.

6 songs.

Loads of shouting though.

A bit annoying maybe.

Maybe I was very happy.

But then again maybe because I can't puasa.

Ops.

Enjoy.





Lyrics will be available sometime within the next decade.

Noose.

Howdy.

I just finished(not really) counting the number of completely written(handwritten AND typed, with melodies la kan) songs that i have, and they all sum up to 55, (my favourite number, even if there weren't 55 i'd say they are anyway), which technically means i have 5 albums in store(store, as in the place our fathers put their tools and ancient things).



And we have 52 weeks a year, so it would only be reasonable if i post at least a song each week, starting with whatever's at the sidebar. You can't call me a procrastinator if i were to do that, can you?


And (what's diselangselikan in English again?) with doodles that i draw on a business-card sized blue cards, or wherever, just to show(off) that albeit i suck at science subjects i can still do doodles.


Unlike the two friends of mine who are both good at everything, both science and art. I hate them, those Chinese-bred-mix geniuses.


Anywhoozle, i'll be posting embedded media and lyrics so you can sing along and get ear, throat and eye infection because my songs are so, so bad.



Toodles.

I DID Stayed Up All Night Doing This.

Hell yeah I did. And it was fun. Fun and waaaaiiild *wink*.

Sidebar, please. Thank you.


NEWSFLASH:

imeem sucks arse. I'll search for better host next time*.




*delay for a few months, i presume.


ANOTHER NEWSFLASH:

Wav to MP3 converter SIAL. Will upload full version of EVERYTHING soon.