He swept her off her feet, took her to the clouds...

Its been a great day! despite the fact that its probably going to make me more sick....its 5 in the morn and I've just got home...fuckin cold outside but we were having such a great time writing songs that we just didnt care tbh, well I didn't anyways. So hopefully! big time hopefully...we can record these cos we got like 3 songs so far...2 with lyrics mostly thanx to ajiths riffs and glens vox and one instrumental that we're gna improvise on an old piece of mine. Was fuckin A today, spent it behind hilton gosh lotsa memories there "is that a red star?" lol good drunken times :) remember that day so well surprisingly...was flaming pissed off at Dad cos he said I couldnt go out like wtf...i went anyways and proceeded to have an amazing alcohol induced time that was the start of a whole new chapter in my life. Anyways back to today! so we were fuckin around with a frisbee, ordered pizza after the retards at Pizza Hut took like 20 mins to understand that I wanted to get the stuff delivered in a park! Jeez was a waste of cred, wolfed it all down and then some cards and finally to the corniche where we spent our time composing and trying out lyrics....Done with Flesh and Bones...just need 2 more lines for that cos the ones I came up with were shit...and nearly done with the Cinderella Story..I'll post it here when its done if its done *sigh* joys and kills of being a procastinator which reminds me....

Im a Procastinator, I say do it now but why not do it later ;) Happy New Years ppl and in classic style may the best of 2009 be the worst of 2010

If music be the food of love, play on.

I love music. I love literature, where every sound is a word and every word has a meaning. Every note you hit has an emotion tied behind it and every emotion has a story, and as the rhytmn insinuates itself in your body just like how blood flows through your veins you begin to feel alive, you begin to feel the emotions that the artist produces, like a very distinct splash of colour on white canvas you begin to feel. Too many times these days do we concern ourselves with material possesions and material gains, so focused on one thing that we fail to see the bigger picture, the way that all the cogs come together to produce the majesticity of a ticking hand. Music is nought but sound organized, a masterpiece with each note, each emotion complimenting each other. And without order in music we have sound, and without order in life. Anarchy.

Insomnia

Its 4 in the morn, I can’t sleep and I feel like I’m going very crazy. I miss Quai oh and did I mention I can’t sleep? Finally fixed my damned PC fuckin vista got it stuck in a repair loop…lost most of my files and have to redownload everything again! Anyways was backing up from my desktop finding some old files and I realized I used to write a lot more than I usually do these days, probably cos I had more time tho…anyways I hereby promise myself that I shall do what my heart wants and to hell with duties that probably aren’t worth the hassle anyways. And a few rhymes to leave u to ponder….

What kinda life we living?

Taking but not giving

Thinking its all fair

Blinking in Sleep’s lair

Take a look and stare

At the moments we can’t bare

A life arranged to gamble? Or a life we were born to dare

- Annalect

Long flights and short drives.

I miss Block S. Surprisingly…I miss quite a bunch of people from Malaysia all of whom have flown out, well not a bunch but blegh whatever. Its never really the amount of time that you spend with someone but rather the circumstance in which that time was spent, for me it was my first semester in a decidedly odd country, where everyone’s so bloody nice…weirdness seriously and constantly nice people annoy me, its like their blind to what’s happening around them cos seriously life ain’t perfect but ignorance certainly is bliss. My class was jus erghhh the most uncommunicative class I’ve ever been a part of and it felt like it was just me and the lecturer at times. Lifes all good now but heres a shout to those ppl who probably didn’t know it but made life a lil bit easier.

I miss Jun, I miss sitting on the road behind Block S and talking about relationships and sitting in Desa and talking about chicken and watching her fidget trying to eat with fingers while keeping them clean laughin in my head cos I was too polite to laugh out loud. Skipping work jus to sit and cheer her up cos her apps went all fucked up, miss her talkativeness in a very quiet country and walkin with her while shes quizzing me abt my exams, sigh.

I miss Jules, she was fun to talk to and it was just one night that we spent up talking was really cool, oh and street party lol that was crazy…now I probably have to be all nice and civilized during the next one or some EXCO gna breathe down my neck about image. Zzz oh well. Random chats and all the girls really nice.

I miss Sharon and the incessant innuendo ;P and behind that the bible loving girl, funny though but you gotta be impressed by anybody that reads Trotsky.

I miss Mohammad and how on the first day that I met him we ended up walking around for lik 5 hours talking about stuff. I miss his drive, his attitude and surprisingly his annoyingness. He was always ‘let’s go’ ‘lets do this’ or man im bored! Or you wana do….whatever it was it would keep us busy for sure and keeping busy in malaysia was a lot harder than it sounds, especially when stuck in Nilai! I like how he refused to compromise on his standard of life and how we used to bitch about pretty much everything.

Well those are the ones who aren’t there anymore, the first 3 in US and the other in some Islamic Uni but like I said, Lifes good now…it probably always was.