wasted mind, wasted thoughts

Indie-pendent weekend is over.
Don't the weekends seem to fly oh so quick, making us drat mondays?
Then the 5 weekdays just have time crawling, making it's way slowly towards a long awaited Friday.

Of the bands that performed during Indie-pendent, I got to tell everyone about this certain band that performed or else it would be against my conscience.
I've got to do everyone this favour and not allow any of you to miss out on this very local, yet incredibly talented and veteran band.
The Stoned Revivals. (Check out their MP3 here at agingyouth.com)
They blew me away with their very first song.
I was caught in their web, finding it hard to break free from their mesmerizing, groovy beats, all the way till their last song.

Another band that recently climbed up tha charts in HMV alongside the likes of Hoobastank, Keane and Jet is Electrico!
I was somehow surprised to see a legion of female fans all lined up waiting for the signatures from the very people who formed this great band.
They rock.
Seranaide was equally entertaining, sounding very alike to the sounds of The Smiths and The Cure.

Well, like I told M, to all who weren't there at Indie-pendent, I weep for your loss.
You really missed a good show.

Shakespear's sonnet-a-day

LXXVIII.

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine and born of thee:
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.

Opps.
I forgot to give credit to my mom too.
She does almost the same stuff my dad does, except she's the more hardcore one.

Here's a song I wrote about my parents.
It's rather anti-climax, but I hope anyone who reads this will grasp the true details.
I am not unfillial. Maybe not that much...

Thank you ... Sorry
Thank you for leaving the light on
The many nights of endless waiting
The many calls left unanswered

Thank you for paving a way for me to follow
The many nights of endless lectures
The advice left on empty ears

Thank you for creating many wonders
The many mouths waiting to be fed
The table often left empty

But sorry I've gotta go,
to a place I call my own
The light I choose to extinguish,
my life I yearn to accomplish
The wonders I chose to forsake
The advice I chose not to take
Let go of my hand and let me be
Your womb you lent, now set me free

First of all, check out songs by local band Electrico.
Then buy their CD, it's out at HMV and other good music stores.

The trip up to Genting and KL was smashing.
Take away the portion where I lose from the gambling, the trip was jolly good.
I love KL. The shopping and the eating never stops. So does the traffic.
Managed to bond a little closer to my dad, whom I actually realise is kinda cool.
First, he did not restrict me from smoking in front of him when I asked.
Second, he actually told me that we should stop for dinner and get some beer.
Third, I gambled along side with him and discussed our strategy against the evil "Dealer" who can't stop winning our money.
Fourth, we exchanged tips and TRIED predicting the outcomes from dice.
Fifth, we couldn't stop eating.
Sixth, he couldn't stop paying.
Seventh, we couldn't stop gambling. Of course until we lost all most of our money and had to settle for the tv or Starbucks.
Eighth, he helped me buy cigarettes back from M'sia.
All that isn't enough? There's more, but I just don't want to leak out too much information before you people start getting jealous of my "daddy-cool".

Well, after reading what I just mentioned above, people might start thinking that my dad isn't a really caring dad who just allows his son to indulge in all sorts of vice.
YOU ALL ARE WRONG.
My brother and I were both well brought up under his supervision, of course with credit from my mom. It just so happened that we prefer to think for ourselves now that we're older. (Tim, this line should apply to you.)
Up till now, we still get calls from him like 1 or 2am in the morning to tell us to go home early or to check if I'm dead from a motorcycle accident. He cares.
He worries about our pockets, and constantly asks us if we have enough to spend. Of course, we're always broke, but we just decline politely till desperate. He cares.
He would always ask us if we've eaten and whether we had enough for dinner. He cares.
He loves to take care of our laundry. Yes, I'm pampered. He cares.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to find us awake and reminds us to sleep early, though its like 5am in the morning. He cares.
The daily regime of nagging. He cares.
Though there are some points that I don't really like about him, such as repetitive, over-excessive reminders, I still love him.
For my brother, that I am not sure. I hope he does.

I am sure your dad loves you.
I am sure he does the same stuff, probably in another form or other.
You might think that I'm exaggeratting with these eenie minee details, but it's the little things our parents do that tell us they love us.
Do we have to wait till a car comes crashing into us, then they dive out to save our lives, then we see the point?
People, appreciate your parents.
Well, I'm still trying.

I've been writing so much recently.
I must thank my boredom for giving me so much time to put my head into writing.
Even if it's crap(most of the time), or voices from my innermost, I just pen them down in my trusty notebook.
But I must also blame my boredom for giving me too much time, so much so that I've got an excess, wasting it on naps in the office or talking cok sessions with my men.

Off to watch The Observatory perform soon.
Hope the rain stops.
The rain is beautiful, but only at times.
Not when I want to go watch a gig in the open.
Argh.
Please stop soon!!!!!!!!

Flight To Hope

Dreams are there to be pursued,
but not to be realised
You can spend your whole life chasing
running with all your might
Tell me, who will know your plight?

The sweat runs down your brow
You feel the strain and the pain
You swollow your remaining pride
Your past is throw aside
Tell me, who can take things by their stride?

Pick up the remains,
run along with me
Strike the fears that come
Arm yourself and fight
Prepare to take flight

Be brave my friend
Hope still embraces,
whatever's left of you
Arm yourself and fight
Prepare to take flight

You grow weak with fear
Your vision weakens
All you see is no longer clear
Your wounds still fresh from battle
Tell me, who will stay and fight?

Left with no one else
Friends slain and captured
Some flee with cowardice,
others strike you fro behind
Tell me, who will stay by your side?

Focus.
Persevere.
Endure.

Oh my goodness. This line blew me away.

"We should cry at the birth of men, not at their death."

It's such a sad but true line. To me.
I know that birth is a miraculous thing and stuff, but if the kid's not brought up well, he suffers.
After birth, he cries in agreement to the pain and suffering he's going to meet.
Later, the agony of school ties him down.
Work breaks him down.
All he does, is to live, while the clock ticks, awaiting death.
But isn't it up to the individual to fight this stereotype lifestyle that's lying in ambush, slowly killing us with it's slow venom?
Don't we want to whiff a breath of fresh air?
Her grasp, holding us tight in her bosom, allowing us to feel her warmth and it's tenderness.
Liberty. Don't we want to lie in her comfort?

Whose life do you want to lead?
We all know the answer, but let's hope we can find it.

The Cranberries - Dreams
Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you

Then I open up and see
The person fumbling here is me
A different way to be

I want more, impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true, impossible not to do
Impossible not to do

Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
For what I couldn’t find

Talk to me amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
’cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me