Likes :
Music / Bass / Sports / Moshing / Japan / Visual Spectacles / Experimenting / Playing with Darren! / Holding mini-gigs at home with bros / Enjoying Life / Being Crazy n Happy
Dislikes :
Bad Music / Bad people / Stress
Listening to :
Blight Of River-Systems by Maudlin of the Well
Reading :
French for Suckers
old time feel good songs, beegees, beatles, 90s radio music
heavy metal, death metal, melo death metal, black metal, doom metal, power metal, thrash metal, industrial metal, progressive metal \m/
Guitar heros - Vai, Satch, Buckethead, John 5, SRV, Wes Montgomery, Al Di Meola, Paco De Lucia, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Justin King, Les Claypool, John Myung etc
Jrock, Jpop, alternative, indie, classic rock, slow rock, brit rock, hard rock, math rock, weird music, experimental
lil bit of classical, jazz, blues, chi pop, ska, reggae, trip-hop, electronica n everything else.
intruments, vocals and anithing musical.
Happiness n Good Health for Family n Frens
Happy Training n Job
Outstanding Linguistic Skills
Le Parkour sessions
Guitar/Bass virtuosity
A Keen Eye for Art n Fashion
Renowned Culinary Skills
My Own FnB in the future
To Spread Good Music
...My One n Only
You
If you want to be happy, be - Leo Tolstoy
Many aspire, few achieve - Anonymous
All big things start small - Quoted
Nothing to show, but everything to prove - Quoted
Becoming a better person? It's what you do when no one else is looking. - Quoted
| Black n White - Tranquility? |
Circa 1951.
People still living in black n white.Lonesome man, hurt by the shackles of war, wanders off to the faded tree in the once fourishing park. Sits on the cold rusted steelwork by the lake, staring into the lake in front of him. Leans back to look up at the sky, to look up and find comfort in the passing white clouds. Sense of nostalgia swept past him and he starts to feel his heart skip a beat. He clenches his fist in agony and gasps hurriedly for fresh air. While desprately trying to compose himself, he thinks about the most important things tt has happened to him. Not triumph, but failure. Not happiness, but sadness. Not anything to be proud about. 60 yr old man then picks up his diary n blunt pencil, and began to write :
~
Everytime I think abt you, I think abt..
Sadness.Confusion.Fear.
I think abt my Sins.
Betrayal.
Empty promises.
the same old Lies.
to Myself, and to You.
How to put a stop to this Misery without breaking your heart?
Not to mention, I've already broken my own.
I've stepped way across the line
and got myself entangled in this web of problems.
Left and right i try to look for a way out,
trying to hide my head underground.
But i know,
at the end of the day,
i only got myself to blame..
It has always been this way.
~
Cold gush of wind, sweeping the pages onto the wintry lake. The scarred soldier fights on for his unexpectedly last battle to retrive his recollections in words. Trips over a uneven pavement n lurge himself into the dark cold waters. Struggling to stay afloat, despite forgetting his long lost left leg. Closes his eyes n smiles to himself, glad tt he has expressed his grief n guilt for one last time, before searching to live in a better, colourful world out there..
-- Hide
//
i could nort find my cd at
Borders
HMW
Sembawang
CD-RAMA
sian.
Rodrigo y Gabriela everyone.i want sigur ros untitled oso.
//
sigh.i need to do hw n weights.but i wanna chill n play bass.got this desire to play music n write n read lots now.
haha.i m hyper high or hyper moody.i just wanna heck care, dun care, let loose n be myself.to bad this world dun allow u to.haha.
meanwhile.Smile =)
