Words of an Orphan Musician

A gift,
That's what he is, even though
many see him as a freak of nature,
He, like music, needs to be heard,
In fact, he is the sole definition of music,
A symphony of sound which is the universal language,
Straight from the heart,
A harmonic connection of all living beings...

Born with the blood of
two musicians running through his veins,
There is no question about his talent;
He is a hybrid of both contemporary and classical,
He doesn't require words to communicate,
HIs music notes, his arpeggios, his cadence,
Says it all,
For he enlightens all of the reason for music;
Music is God's reminder of something else in this world
Besides us...

As he tells the world of the crescendo of life,
The staccato-like people, who are too fast paced,
never thinking of slowing down and taking a break,
He stresses, that the best way to enjoy the Music,
is to listen,
It's all around us, we just have to listen.

And as this prodigy reaches the end of his symphony, up to the
Last semibreve of his masterpiece, without words,
he tells the world what he wants most in life,
What EVERYONE wants in life, only that we may not
realise it,
We may not want it so bad,
But for an orphan musician like him, he just wants
To be Found...

p.s: this is my latest piece, it's based on the movie August Rush. Hope ya'll like it :D

TTFN

Angst

Angst,
for I lay bare, and defenceless
in the battlefield of
Truth against Reality,
a war of Diligence versus Luck,
a showdown between Greed and Need,
I will be a hypocrite if I take no sides, also
if I forever remain in one, but
the methodology behind this corrupt system
is such that whichever side you take, you never get satisfied,
NEVER...

Angst,
describes the burning feeling in my body,
the overheated-unreasonable emotions are melting
the barrier of sanity, driving me to rest my hopes and
sensibility on an unreliable pilot,
my heart and words...

Angst,
I feel so as these critics and leeches,
brag about their 'self-accomplishments'
as they gain out of my every drop of oozing
blood and sweat,
Where will they be if it wasn't for me?
How would they survive with my non-existence?
An enigma I would DEFINATELY love to decipher...

Angst,
for I lie vulnerable to arrows of
Deceive, Manipulation, and Ego.
I feel like a stranger,
I have never felt this alien, yet familiar to myself before,
help me,
I need help before I utter words that are
not meant to be,
before i act before I think,
before it's too late,
before i destroy a person's future,
a person's tomorrow...

Wait, what tomorrow?
A tomorrow filled with recycled emotions and acts
of the past?
A tomorrow filled with blades of idiocracy?
A tomorrow with negative buffs to filling the air
for our children to breathe?
No, it can't be,
There should not be such a tomorrow,
And that, is something I'll
MAKE SURE OF...

-from the gallows of a revengeful heart-

Be Kind, Rewind

far to many words i require,
to describe the mixture of feelings
and emotions, i feel crashing upon my consience,
like waves smashing upon the bay,
hence leaving me speechless...

yet i still would love to enligthen the world,
about the vivid dreams and visions, leaving me
pondering about the juxtaposition of my senses and emotions,
for the conflict of the brain and the heart is a
never-ending one...

yes, i am confused, yet crystal clear about letting
people know, that life is what happens, when you're
TOO BUSY making other plans, like my ol' 'buddy' John Lennon said,
and yes, the play of words can be lethal, and the hurtful words
of a person hurts more than a blade pierced through
the heart,
there is SO MUCH MORE to life, hence just follow one simple tip,
Be Kind, Rewind ! :D


p.s: this is to my emo friend out there, cheer up buddy :D got my inspiration from watching Be Kind, Rewind lol. hope u guys enjoyed it.

chiaoz...

Lady by the window

Lady by the window.

Bland.
the taste of life to this particular person,
for she feels nothing falls in place
until there’s no place to fall.
she cheers herself with the
'sweet' taste of irony,
out of mocking the little things in life,
which joys others, but sorrows and ridicules
her,
without realising she's gifted, blessed, yet ignorant
to the fact that she's got an advantage
compared to these picture-perfect beings...

since she is Blind, she values sounds and noise,
her hearing capabilities are magnified,
due to no interruption, such as sight, which poses
more distraction than any,
hence, she hears AND listens, something people fail
to do, in the ever-fast paced 'race'

since she is Mute, she cares for what she says,
if any at all,
and she values what is being said and going to be said,
for as difficult as it is for her
to utter a word, it is even harder to take it back

since she is Crippled, she stays one step back,
and looks at the 'portrait' from a distance, for
to value a work of art, sometimes you need to step back
and look from a distance
hence, she is placed by the windowsill, where she
observes the 'play', commenting all the way,
and deduce, based on her thoughts,
based on her point of view...

And so sits the poor, ill-fated girl, as some would say,
thinking that life would've been a tad-bit better if
it weren't for her shortcomings, but the silly child forgot,
that there is always something sweet in the bitter,
something pure in the dirt,
something white in black,
something, worth living for, for there REALLY is,
but it’s not her fault,
who DOES realise?

p/s: just a motivational poem i tot of while taking a bath. hope you liked it :)

why?

why bother, about another,
when obviously, you're annoying the other?

why take notice, of something you cant fix,
and the other one thinks that ignorance is bliss?

why waste energy, by treating them like family,
when in the end they discard you like you're an enemy?

why take action, on a trouble that you see,
when it is apparent there's no instant remedy?

why go out of your way, just to give advice,
when you know their answers are just excuses and lies?

why? i ask myself everyday,
and i always end up with nothing to say..

so i think to myself,

why don't i care less, or none at all,
that way i can prevent my 'fall'...

why not go on with my life, in solitary,
but loneliness is a sad and deadly curse, you see...

why adapt, when we can juz completely avoid,
but that juz would plunge me into an endless void...

and i dunno how long can i remain THIS kind,
when demonic thoughts are starting to fill up my mind...

i guess being human is all about adapting,
and the fact that being yourself means nothing,

when segregation and isolation fills up your life,
you think too much till you reach your demise..

basically, im tired to put wit all of this happenings,
things juz dont seem nice as in the beginnings,

so i can juz think to myself, and cry,
pondering, in a pool of dilemmas,
starting with "why's"

WHY?

Creation of a pussy

Six wise men with knowledge so fine,
created a pussy to their design.

First was a butcher, with smart wit,
using a knife, he gave it a slit,

Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole,

Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
by using red velvet, he lined it within,

Fourth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
threw in a fish and gave it a smell,

Fifth was a preacher, whose name was Vicky,
touched it and blessed it, and said it could pee,

Last was a sailor, dirty little runt,
who sucked it and fucked it, and called it a cunt.

hehehehe randomness have reached a critical level ... :P

random picz

hey guys im bak as promised to upload random pics ive taken this few days... here goes...


pic 1:




one of the subjects im taking this semester, and NO THIS IS NOT A STUDY OF VIBRATORS (sex toys, the thins that yf thinks can turn ppl on by being looked at vibrating). i was laughing my heads off looking at this title... lazy to rotate so bear wit it...

pic 2:




S&M jewelers...for those horny fcuks out thr im sure u'll get this immediately so plz do me a favor to explain this to the blissfully ignorant (clue: 'slave and master' in a sex-orientated ; dats kinda like the answer anyways :P)

pic 3:




Restoran 69 : this doesnt need any explaination at all, the name says it all. i really wished they offered 69's tho, but den again i may seem too needy(gimme a break, im in freaking semenyih for God's sake)


and lastly, pic 4:




Taman Tasik Semenyih : believe me this pic was not editted, some one seriously scrapped off the 'yih' from the signboard lol... i dunno wat else to say abt this pic...

Anyways thts all for now, will be bak wit more updates once i finish Thermodynamics assignment... :S

till den , TTFN

hey hey

hey guys i noe its been fcuking looooooooooooooooooooooooong since i blogged so here i am bak into blogging..... for ya'll out there who have no idea whr am i or wat im doin, here goes...

PLACE I'M IN NOW: COMPUTER LAB, UNIVERSITY OF NOTTINGHAM MALAYSIA CAMPUS (UNMC)

WHAT AM I DOIN : CRAPPING ON BLOGSPOT

NO, SERIOUSLY, WATCHU DOIN: BACHELOR/HONS MECHANICAL ENGINEERING

DO U REALISE URE BEING LAME : YES, BUT I HAVE RUN OUT OF STUFF TO BLOG ABOUT... :(

WHY ARE U TYPING IN CAPS STILL : WHY CAN'T YOU SHUT UP?

YOU DO REALISE U ARE TELLING URSELF TO SHUT UP : WHY? YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM WIT THAT?

I THINK URE JUZ DOIN THIS TO WASTE THE FEW MINUTES OR UR READERS' LIFE READING UR CRAP : ISIT TOO OBVIOUS?

(lame-self-conflict to be continued)

anyhooooooo, ive got funny/lame depending-on-how-u-look-at-it-pics but i cant upload it.... YET.... and i shall soon i promise. (like i promised to quit smoking ^^)

so till i get the energy,time and epiphany to blog like YF, Cass and my other blogging buddies out there, TTFN...

ciao...

im bak... for now....

hey guys im bak from NS for abt a week.. im not gonna update much since im lazy and i dun hv much time to use the pc... im juz gonna drop a song i made(actually modified) for my donkeyass while i was at camp... here goes:

Aku yang lemah tanpamu
Aku yang sesat kerana
Cinta yang telah hilang darimu
Yang mampu menyanjungku

Selama mata terbuka
Sampai jantung tak berdetik
Selama itu pun
Aku mampu untuk mengenangmu
Darimu kutemukan hidupku
Bagiku kau lah cinta sejati

Bila yang tertulis untukku
Adalah yang terbaik untukmu
Kan kujadikan kau kenangan
Yang terindah dalam hidupku

Namun takkan mudah bagiku
Meninggalkan jejak hidupku
Yang telah terukir abadi
Sebagai kenangan yang terindah...

p/s: hope u like it donkeyass... :)

Chicka-chicka-pow-wow Part 2

exams are over yet i oni have like 6 days to enjoy myself to the max before im off to offer my service to the nation (if ure too blur, its national service). im gonna miss my white chocolate, my family, my frens, my car, my computer, my F**KING freedom, etc.....

so i'll most probably oni update after NS hence dun bother checking out my blog till den. here's a poem i'll like to dedicate to 'her', juz to say how i feel.....

Promise

As you sit in silence,
Wondering why
I'll be your shoulder to cry on
Until your tears run dry.

When you've been hurt,
And can't believe what they've done
If you need someone to talk to
I'll be the one.

If a close friend hurts you,
And you don't understand
Remember I'm here,I
'll lend a helping hand.

Burdens are lighter when carried by two,
And I just want you to know
I'm here for you.


p.s: dang i suck at writing romantic shit.... sorry if it sounds too cheesy or rhymy...

p.p.s: im gonna miss u guys, hope i can see u guys as soon as im out from NS...

p.p.p.s: dun ask me wats wit the title... it was either this or 'if a fag is a faggot, a mag is a ______ (fill in the blanks)'.... ok i noe its time for me to stop crapping...

ciaoz...