Roses are red, Bite marks turn blue,
Don't eat wild mushrooms and Lima beans too.
Flowers aren't pretty, often boring and dull,
I'd rather be thinking of pirates and skulls.
Music is wicked... Can't seem to get enough,
Mosh pits are dirty and can get kinda rough.
Gimme a beat and I'll play with it too,
Hopefully rock 'n' roll will come and save you.
Dreams and flights of fancy, ladida and dingerie doo,
Words are floating around like a sewer full of poo.
Cream pie bananas and delicate tastes,
All that money gimme to waste.
Smiles of folly, lightness in my head,
Hehe hehe haha, I feel like I'm dropping dead.
Can't think of what to say when your always around,
Often leaves me hanging in a deep dark frown.
Bananas and fruitcakes, apple pies with cherry tops,
Bad guys are running from the slow overweight cops.
A cry in the distance, all stand frozen still,
Until a sneeze from nearby, the silence now killed.
My mind is a jingling from happy Christmas cheer,
But the elves, they all kinda freak me...as I stand in fear.
How does he do it, make them toys for one whole year,
Doesn't he ever get bored...I mean he's been around for a millenia
Avoiding your questions with silly remarks,
People stand frustrated and fly off like larks.
Even though I speak volumes and reveal tons of information,
My life is concealed through excess communication.
With this I hope, clarity is achieved,
But nothing it seems is ever up heaved.
Another rhyme for later, hope you enjoyed this one,
Let's call it a day, wasn't reading this fun?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!
Girls! Girls! Looking around I see,
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.
You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.
Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.
Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.
Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.
Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.
Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.
Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.
You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.
Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.
Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.
Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.
Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.
Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.
Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Bored At Home... Alone
Holidays are here! I should be full of cheer,
But everything seems the same.
The reruns aren't funny, I'm losing my money,
And nothing but me's to blame.
Can't say its fun, when I talk to no one,
And I'm sitting at home all alone.
No games to play, and I can no longer stay,
At home in my couch I call 'throne'.
Pick up a book, the cover I look,
Something interesting to read at last.
Few days gone by, I give a big sigh,
That book was finished too fast.
Look out the window, watching the rain flow,
Like tears inside your heart.
It feels so boring, on the bed I go snoring,
And when no ones looking, I give a big fart.
I stroll outside, but no one by my side,
Watching the movies, as one.
The show might be funny, character's horny,
But watching alone is no fun.
Play my guitar, pretending to be a star,
Sing Zeppelin songs all day long.
Until I found out, the songs that I shout,
The lyrics I got all wrong.
Playing the blues, kicking off my shoes,
The music it comes to me.
The magic I feel, comes so real,
The music my heart can see.
An idea pops out, my bed I jump out,
The girl I fancy might be free.
I take my chance, "this is my stance"
But damn...she has someone already.
Maybe school's my salvation, with this information,
I think of it thoroughly.
Bored all alone, waiting at home,
Maybe holidays just aren't for me.
But everything seems the same.
The reruns aren't funny, I'm losing my money,
And nothing but me's to blame.
Can't say its fun, when I talk to no one,
And I'm sitting at home all alone.
No games to play, and I can no longer stay,
At home in my couch I call 'throne'.
Pick up a book, the cover I look,
Something interesting to read at last.
Few days gone by, I give a big sigh,
That book was finished too fast.
Look out the window, watching the rain flow,
Like tears inside your heart.
It feels so boring, on the bed I go snoring,
And when no ones looking, I give a big fart.
I stroll outside, but no one by my side,
Watching the movies, as one.
The show might be funny, character's horny,
But watching alone is no fun.
Play my guitar, pretending to be a star,
Sing Zeppelin songs all day long.
Until I found out, the songs that I shout,
The lyrics I got all wrong.
Playing the blues, kicking off my shoes,
The music it comes to me.
The magic I feel, comes so real,
The music my heart can see.
An idea pops out, my bed I jump out,
The girl I fancy might be free.
I take my chance, "this is my stance"
But damn...she has someone already.
Maybe school's my salvation, with this information,
I think of it thoroughly.
Bored all alone, waiting at home,
Maybe holidays just aren't for me.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Creativity and Intelligence
I.Q. tests, Career amplitude tests, Art competitions...All are ways to feed the hungry ego and diminish intelligence and creativity. Why? Because some 'man' was gifted the power, divine by the way he treats it, to categorize and label your work or level of understanding. Don't get me wrong...tests and exams are good. It actually helps the progression of mankind. Makes people work hard and get rewarded for something which started out as 'an equal opportunity'.
But some things should be worked with instead of working against.
True, some people are talented. Maybe a prodigy, where the person honed their skills when young, or just simply born good. Most of the time 'talent' refers to an art form. Be it in music, story-telling or painting to name a few. But it is unfair to really call some better than others just because the result of something they worked on seems 'good' or 'enjoyable' to you. I mean, this goes into a person's creativity and mind set.
You shouldn't come with quick assumptions that someone is 'stupid' just because they see problems logically and aren't 'thinking out of the box'. Everyone is creative, it's just how they perceive things. Just because one dude has an outrageous and unexpected idea or design does not mean that he's better than someone who has an idea which is organized and predictable. No...far from it. It's simply how the minds work and understand situations. Different is good but different can also be unrealistic, which usually leads to dreams that float away.
If I were a teacher and I had to teach a creativity class, I would tell the less expansive or broad-minded guys to work with what they are good at. I would tell them...'Look, you might feel your ideas are lacking in areas, well just use that idea and make it better by fusing it with what your good at.' Its much better than putting them off, which makes the whole situation unproductive and unnecessary. If I got people with brilliant and wacky ideas, I wouldn't praise their thinking like they're god sent...I would ask them to do it. Proof that their idea is different and 'outstanding' and make it work. Its just being practical. If they create something outlandish and spectacular it would be awesome...and most people would just be stunned and amazed by the idea and honestly...It's still just an idea.
But before you scowl me...This leads me to another point. No idea is stupid. All ideas are clever because it takes thought to create one. If an idea is stupid...Then who created it? The person had a level of intelligence to think it up. Therefore in actual fact all ideas are clever. Some maybe unique and heard of but they are all not stupid.
Everyone is creative in an area. Everyone. Just because others see you lacking in one...You're sure to kick their ass in another. I'd like to think I'm ok in music...Again, I'd like to think, of course. But there are definitely many...many...many others who'd agree...hahaha, cheeky. What I meant to say was disagree. I certainly don't have the eye for many things, but I know I have talent in some other area. Everyone as well. And no talent is dumb. If people call it 'talent' and say its dumb...It's still talent and they are saying that cos...most likely they suck at it.
One more thing. In the topic of intelligence, don't you feel sorry for people with mental disabilities...I mean, everyone is fighting to be the best and they are often swept aside and pushed away. I mean, these guys have a mind and its sad because, most of the time its understanding the situation which puts them down. They have difficulty with their surroundings and they find it tuff to adjust to everything in a society which expects to do to that. They are confused and 'normal' people just don't get that. Imagine going to a foreign land...you'd be confused...for them its that everyday. And by the way, they are talented. They may lack in communications but they are fucking brilliant in areas like Art, Music, Mathematics...the list goes on. So don't belittle them.
Argg...Finally, its nearly done. So remember yea...If you feel inferior with something, metaphysical of course, work with what you're good at and expand it...fuse it...make it yours. And no idea is without thought.
But some things should be worked with instead of working against.
True, some people are talented. Maybe a prodigy, where the person honed their skills when young, or just simply born good. Most of the time 'talent' refers to an art form. Be it in music, story-telling or painting to name a few. But it is unfair to really call some better than others just because the result of something they worked on seems 'good' or 'enjoyable' to you. I mean, this goes into a person's creativity and mind set.
You shouldn't come with quick assumptions that someone is 'stupid' just because they see problems logically and aren't 'thinking out of the box'. Everyone is creative, it's just how they perceive things. Just because one dude has an outrageous and unexpected idea or design does not mean that he's better than someone who has an idea which is organized and predictable. No...far from it. It's simply how the minds work and understand situations. Different is good but different can also be unrealistic, which usually leads to dreams that float away.
If I were a teacher and I had to teach a creativity class, I would tell the less expansive or broad-minded guys to work with what they are good at. I would tell them...'Look, you might feel your ideas are lacking in areas, well just use that idea and make it better by fusing it with what your good at.' Its much better than putting them off, which makes the whole situation unproductive and unnecessary. If I got people with brilliant and wacky ideas, I wouldn't praise their thinking like they're god sent...I would ask them to do it. Proof that their idea is different and 'outstanding' and make it work. Its just being practical. If they create something outlandish and spectacular it would be awesome...and most people would just be stunned and amazed by the idea and honestly...It's still just an idea.
But before you scowl me...This leads me to another point. No idea is stupid. All ideas are clever because it takes thought to create one. If an idea is stupid...Then who created it? The person had a level of intelligence to think it up. Therefore in actual fact all ideas are clever. Some maybe unique and heard of but they are all not stupid.
Everyone is creative in an area. Everyone. Just because others see you lacking in one...You're sure to kick their ass in another. I'd like to think I'm ok in music...Again, I'd like to think, of course. But there are definitely many...many...many others who'd agree...hahaha, cheeky. What I meant to say was disagree. I certainly don't have the eye for many things, but I know I have talent in some other area. Everyone as well. And no talent is dumb. If people call it 'talent' and say its dumb...It's still talent and they are saying that cos...most likely they suck at it.
One more thing. In the topic of intelligence, don't you feel sorry for people with mental disabilities...I mean, everyone is fighting to be the best and they are often swept aside and pushed away. I mean, these guys have a mind and its sad because, most of the time its understanding the situation which puts them down. They have difficulty with their surroundings and they find it tuff to adjust to everything in a society which expects to do to that. They are confused and 'normal' people just don't get that. Imagine going to a foreign land...you'd be confused...for them its that everyday. And by the way, they are talented. They may lack in communications but they are fucking brilliant in areas like Art, Music, Mathematics...the list goes on. So don't belittle them.
Argg...Finally, its nearly done. So remember yea...If you feel inferior with something, metaphysical of course, work with what you're good at and expand it...fuse it...make it yours. And no idea is without thought.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Analysing Stuff (When I'm Bored) and Weird Stuff That Happens
You know, sometimes when you're bummed out and feeling like you're spacing out...you see weird stuffs or things that you haven't really noticed. Stuff around you, people and more importantly yourself.
I'm often jabbering about some nonsense, and usually I do think things through but it comes out as jibber jabber. So, I sound like a passionate drunk at times, trying to convey a useless point to my friends who simply nod and smile. But this time, its different...Oh yes. Why? Well, the main reason is cos, I'm typing it out rather than saying it...So get prepared to get blown out of your minds with my astute observational skills...Rather eccentric, but that's me.
You know loads of people, by that I mean me and two or three of my friends, sit around observing people on the street or where-ever and notice: Why is it that in a couple, the dude is either good-looking and the girl isn't or the chick is hot and the guy looks naff...no offence. This enigma has caused my friends and I to wonder and wonder...till we wasted enough time thinking of something not that productive. Alas, I think I may have found it...eventho, I'm pretty sure someone has done so before me. Anywho...It's cos we're just comparing. The dude might outshine the lass, well cos he is just better looking...It's not because she's ugly...No, no. Other way around as well. She's just more attractive than him. He's not that ug...no wait...Hmm...maybe he is...But you get my point. Of course all this reflects on a person's physical aspect as opposed to character.
Wires. Those lines which connect electrical items, points, whatever. But how come they hate me? I'm not neat and tidy, I can admit that...But why the hell do they always tangle up whenever I keep 'em. What's worse is the fact that it takes me hours trying to untangle 'em. Have you ever been in a situation like me before: See an attractive girl, sit not so far from her and pretend to be cool. Only to be foiled by the fact that your wires are tangled up. Therefore it will take forever just trying to set 'em right. I mean...Geez, I look like a moron. 'Hey, you...how you doing? Yea...just untangling my wires...Yea...' No, that does not sound sexy or cool.
Another weird stuff that keeps happening is the fact that I'm a weird magnet. It's cool, cos there's always something surprising and excellently-out-of-the-blue. Ya, I made that word up. Anyway, I get weird people adding me on MSN. And they ask me even weirder stuff...If you wanna know, drop me a line or if you already know me you can ask. I don't want to soil this already dirty blog any further.
Finally the analysis of myself. This is rather self-indulging...but I've got the keyboard...But you do too...You know what I mean. For too long a word has crept up to describe me: Pessimistic. Parents and teachers have strung that word on me whenever I plan something, friends rain me examples of my pessimistic ways. It was alright until a couple of my closer friends told me that and what's worse was that girls said I was that as well. GASP! And quite a number...Yikes! But its not so much that I choose to be that way...eventhough I do see myself as such. It's more of a restraint to further myself...I always feel let down by my own misjudgment. I could do soo much more but heck...That'll teach me to procrastinate. Don't be like me...Just go for it eventhough its shit. I've changed and become more open...Not so much open, but loud and attention-seeking. I love attention but I'm always with a conflict within myself to be at peace. Irony. I rarely go out and I love to be alone. But when I do go out, I look silly and stuff. An example of my weird life is that my girl-friend is my Les Paul...She might not be pretty, no really...She got scars and is kinda dirty...but she's mine. By the way, her name is Patty...After George and Eric's ex-wife...Nevermind.
Wow...Today's read is a lot. I doubt many people have made the end... But If you did...Wow...You must be bored. Thanks anyway...Much appreciate y'all reading and to those 2 or 3 who read or follow my blog...Means alot, never said it, but thanks. Alot more rambling about my short comings and bad points in the future...What a way to advertise my blog...So stay tuned and alive to read more...Cheers!
I'm often jabbering about some nonsense, and usually I do think things through but it comes out as jibber jabber. So, I sound like a passionate drunk at times, trying to convey a useless point to my friends who simply nod and smile. But this time, its different...Oh yes. Why? Well, the main reason is cos, I'm typing it out rather than saying it...So get prepared to get blown out of your minds with my astute observational skills...Rather eccentric, but that's me.
You know loads of people, by that I mean me and two or three of my friends, sit around observing people on the street or where-ever and notice: Why is it that in a couple, the dude is either good-looking and the girl isn't or the chick is hot and the guy looks naff...no offence. This enigma has caused my friends and I to wonder and wonder...till we wasted enough time thinking of something not that productive. Alas, I think I may have found it...eventho, I'm pretty sure someone has done so before me. Anywho...It's cos we're just comparing. The dude might outshine the lass, well cos he is just better looking...It's not because she's ugly...No, no. Other way around as well. She's just more attractive than him. He's not that ug...no wait...Hmm...maybe he is...But you get my point. Of course all this reflects on a person's physical aspect as opposed to character.
Wires. Those lines which connect electrical items, points, whatever. But how come they hate me? I'm not neat and tidy, I can admit that...But why the hell do they always tangle up whenever I keep 'em. What's worse is the fact that it takes me hours trying to untangle 'em. Have you ever been in a situation like me before: See an attractive girl, sit not so far from her and pretend to be cool. Only to be foiled by the fact that your wires are tangled up. Therefore it will take forever just trying to set 'em right. I mean...Geez, I look like a moron. 'Hey, you...how you doing? Yea...just untangling my wires...Yea...' No, that does not sound sexy or cool.
Another weird stuff that keeps happening is the fact that I'm a weird magnet. It's cool, cos there's always something surprising and excellently-out-of-the-blue. Ya, I made that word up. Anyway, I get weird people adding me on MSN. And they ask me even weirder stuff...If you wanna know, drop me a line or if you already know me you can ask. I don't want to soil this already dirty blog any further.
Finally the analysis of myself. This is rather self-indulging...but I've got the keyboard...But you do too...You know what I mean. For too long a word has crept up to describe me: Pessimistic. Parents and teachers have strung that word on me whenever I plan something, friends rain me examples of my pessimistic ways. It was alright until a couple of my closer friends told me that and what's worse was that girls said I was that as well. GASP! And quite a number...Yikes! But its not so much that I choose to be that way...eventhough I do see myself as such. It's more of a restraint to further myself...I always feel let down by my own misjudgment. I could do soo much more but heck...That'll teach me to procrastinate. Don't be like me...Just go for it eventhough its shit. I've changed and become more open...Not so much open, but loud and attention-seeking. I love attention but I'm always with a conflict within myself to be at peace. Irony. I rarely go out and I love to be alone. But when I do go out, I look silly and stuff. An example of my weird life is that my girl-friend is my Les Paul...She might not be pretty, no really...She got scars and is kinda dirty...but she's mine. By the way, her name is Patty...After George and Eric's ex-wife...Nevermind.
Wow...Today's read is a lot. I doubt many people have made the end... But If you did...Wow...You must be bored. Thanks anyway...Much appreciate y'all reading and to those 2 or 3 who read or follow my blog...Means alot, never said it, but thanks. Alot more rambling about my short comings and bad points in the future...What a way to advertise my blog...So stay tuned and alive to read more...Cheers!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Episode One: Ride To School
Wake up in the morning and go to school
Wiping your mouth with all that drool
Dragging your feet, you feel like a bum
Man, I shouldn't have taken all that rum
Sit at the table, stare at the wall
Your parents are worried, your teacher might call
Run off the exit and catching the bus
Hoping to miss the late morning rush
Tired and hanging onto the bars
Voom! pass the window, look at them cars
The dude next to you smell like a hog
But your minds gone, worked like a dog
You notice a sign, its an empty seat
But you give it up to the old sweet petite
Man, traffic is slow and your mind goes off
The driver ain't helping, you wanna tell em to bug off
Feeling wasted you get off your stop
All the kids in style and one has a mop-top
The chick you see at the side of your eye
Dude she looks hot, and man that ain't no lie
All the guys watching and hoping to impress
You laugh deep inside, they all should second-guess
A shout from a far, all heads turn around
"Damn its her boy-friend," you say looking at the ground
Here comes the next bus, forward to school
Damn its all packed, pfff...what can you do?
You squeeze your way through to the back of the coach
What the shit was that? Was that a roach?
After a few stops you take a seat
Beside you a girl with a bright coloured pleat
You take your chance you check her out
"Man, she looks nice!" as you tongue rolls out
She notices you staring and you quickly look away
Feeling so awkward, "WHY, why? Today?"
Everything starts off wrong you feel like a fool
"Great, she saw me. Now she thinks I'm a tool"
To get your mind off, you plug in your ear-piece
Maybe the songs are a sense of release
You peep through the window, everyone in a rush
And you wonder to yourself, "Life? Man, what's the fuss?"
Ahh! Finally, you reach your damn stop
You think to yourself, "Come on let's go! Chop-chop!"
Running to class, things can only be great...
A voice from behind says, "Khalis, your late"
Wiping your mouth with all that drool
Dragging your feet, you feel like a bum
Man, I shouldn't have taken all that rum
Sit at the table, stare at the wall
Your parents are worried, your teacher might call
Run off the exit and catching the bus
Hoping to miss the late morning rush
Tired and hanging onto the bars
Voom! pass the window, look at them cars
The dude next to you smell like a hog
But your minds gone, worked like a dog
You notice a sign, its an empty seat
But you give it up to the old sweet petite
Man, traffic is slow and your mind goes off
The driver ain't helping, you wanna tell em to bug off
Feeling wasted you get off your stop
All the kids in style and one has a mop-top
The chick you see at the side of your eye
Dude she looks hot, and man that ain't no lie
All the guys watching and hoping to impress
You laugh deep inside, they all should second-guess
A shout from a far, all heads turn around
"Damn its her boy-friend," you say looking at the ground
Here comes the next bus, forward to school
Damn its all packed, pfff...what can you do?
You squeeze your way through to the back of the coach
What the shit was that? Was that a roach?
After a few stops you take a seat
Beside you a girl with a bright coloured pleat
You take your chance you check her out
"Man, she looks nice!" as you tongue rolls out
She notices you staring and you quickly look away
Feeling so awkward, "WHY, why? Today?"
Everything starts off wrong you feel like a fool
"Great, she saw me. Now she thinks I'm a tool"
To get your mind off, you plug in your ear-piece
Maybe the songs are a sense of release
You peep through the window, everyone in a rush
And you wonder to yourself, "Life? Man, what's the fuss?"
Ahh! Finally, you reach your damn stop
You think to yourself, "Come on let's go! Chop-chop!"
Running to class, things can only be great...
A voice from behind says, "Khalis, your late"
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Cool? Hmm....
Being human beings...or at least I think you are, we all have our own personal traits and behave as such and such during different situations. Now, time and again people have labeled other with their reactions and personalities. So commonly, some guys are cool and some gals are hot. Fair enough, we all have different views on people. But what is the criteria for being 'cool'?
Before I start, 'cool' can be used to describe personality and appearance. I dunno I make up the rules, I just do what every annoying person does: question it.
Anywho...Cool. What defines a person as cool? Is it a leather jacket dude with a fag between his lips, leaning against a wall. Looking at people through his dark shades, constantly combing his greasy hair with his fingers? Or maybe a flamboyantly dressed female with either a brightly coloured vest or a dark clothes to look very chic and cool? Well, cool has been associated with style and I'm giving some very bad examples...sorry, I'm not really very now and hip.
But, I feel 'cool' should be something more than what you wear. It's who you are. Basically, you're either cool or an asshole to me. Simple. Even people labeled as 'Geeks', 'Nerds' or whatever are cool. Assholes, however, go about doing crazy shit to people and inevitably slow mankind's progress. Being nice and considerate is cool. Being a 'nice guy' is cool. You don't have to be the fittest jock...who I KNOW are assholes...a number of 'em are, to be 'cool'. I mean, I play guitar in a band...don't make me cool. Far from it. Being cool is how you handle your life and people around you. It's character and attitude. It's not what you wear or what you have achieved.
I mean little stuffs make you cool: giving up a seat on a public transport, being polite to others, being a gentlemen, (for girls) giving me your number and letting me go out with you...You know, there are many things. So just bear in mind, who gives a shit what people say, hold your chin up high, do the good thing and help others...that is cool. Even when people are being major dicks to you, screw them and carry on with your life...that's cool.
With that being said...I don't think, but I KNOW I'm super awesome and cool...yea...I sound like an asshole now...Damn.
Before I start, 'cool' can be used to describe personality and appearance. I dunno I make up the rules, I just do what every annoying person does: question it.
Anywho...Cool. What defines a person as cool? Is it a leather jacket dude with a fag between his lips, leaning against a wall. Looking at people through his dark shades, constantly combing his greasy hair with his fingers? Or maybe a flamboyantly dressed female with either a brightly coloured vest or a dark clothes to look very chic and cool? Well, cool has been associated with style and I'm giving some very bad examples...sorry, I'm not really very now and hip.
But, I feel 'cool' should be something more than what you wear. It's who you are. Basically, you're either cool or an asshole to me. Simple. Even people labeled as 'Geeks', 'Nerds' or whatever are cool. Assholes, however, go about doing crazy shit to people and inevitably slow mankind's progress. Being nice and considerate is cool. Being a 'nice guy' is cool. You don't have to be the fittest jock...who I KNOW are assholes...a number of 'em are, to be 'cool'. I mean, I play guitar in a band...don't make me cool. Far from it. Being cool is how you handle your life and people around you. It's character and attitude. It's not what you wear or what you have achieved.
I mean little stuffs make you cool: giving up a seat on a public transport, being polite to others, being a gentlemen, (for girls) giving me your number and letting me go out with you...You know, there are many things. So just bear in mind, who gives a shit what people say, hold your chin up high, do the good thing and help others...that is cool. Even when people are being major dicks to you, screw them and carry on with your life...that's cool.
With that being said...I don't think, but I KNOW I'm super awesome and cool...yea...I sound like an asshole now...Damn.
Monday, July 7, 2008
My First Poem
Today's blog will be insane
Do not worry, I'm still the same
For reading this you will uncover
A rhyming pattern you will discover
For you see I am quite bored
O help me now, my sweet lord
Bring me joy, bring me fun
Or at least bring forth to me someone
For that matter, I do now add
For somethings in life that are quite sad
The one you like you often hide
Watching them from your side
But now you see she might have another
By this of course, I meant: a lover
But I do not cry, I do not quiver
Alas, you see she might have a sister
But for some its more than pain
Their tears now fall just like rain
For when the time they might find out
Love's time for them is running out
Blah blah ble ble blu blu ba
Be Boo Ba be de de ta da
I couldn't think of something that rhymed
So I wrote that to stall some time
As guys, we often sit and share
Our thoughts on girls we do compare
Alas all those names we calls
Talk to her? Hah! We have no balls
Understanding what you see?
Brother it ain't easy just trust me
For girls emotions run like tides
You can't read her lyin' eyes
Often we do contemplate
Hours on end we predict our fate
But time seems short and not so long
Take a match bra and smoke a bong
But for now, time is short and I hear my friends shout
For their patience with me is running out
So bye bye my friends all this talk feels like years
Catch you later, its Khalis...Cheers
Do not worry, I'm still the same
For reading this you will uncover
A rhyming pattern you will discover
For you see I am quite bored
O help me now, my sweet lord
Bring me joy, bring me fun
Or at least bring forth to me someone
For that matter, I do now add
For somethings in life that are quite sad
The one you like you often hide
Watching them from your side
But now you see she might have another
By this of course, I meant: a lover
But I do not cry, I do not quiver
Alas, you see she might have a sister
But for some its more than pain
Their tears now fall just like rain
For when the time they might find out
Love's time for them is running out
Blah blah ble ble blu blu ba
Be Boo Ba be de de ta da
I couldn't think of something that rhymed
So I wrote that to stall some time
As guys, we often sit and share
Our thoughts on girls we do compare
Alas all those names we calls
Talk to her? Hah! We have no balls
Understanding what you see?
Brother it ain't easy just trust me
For girls emotions run like tides
You can't read her lyin' eyes
Often we do contemplate
Hours on end we predict our fate
But time seems short and not so long
Take a match bra and smoke a bong
But for now, time is short and I hear my friends shout
For their patience with me is running out
So bye bye my friends all this talk feels like years
Catch you later, its Khalis...Cheers
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Emotions, Sweet, Raging Can't Get Enough Of Screwed Up, Emotions
If you made it pass the title, well done! Being an adolescent sucks ass. Not only are we being constantly reminded of the dangers of our surroundings, but we are also forced to deal with unnecessary biological and psychological changes.
Biologically we have to face anatomical and facial catastrophes. For example, we stink. And to all the jocks out there... Yea, even though you love showing off yours abs and whatever you body can achieve with all the free time you have, please refrain from wearing too little or no clothes at all. Yes. You too have odors. Having said that. Other natural disasters include: the breaking of one's voice, however sexy it may seem it does get annoying, the growing pimples which erupt when one's dormant... Geddit? Forget it. Anyway, I can get a slight idea of what people meant when they say that before adulthood, one must go through the difficult process and blah blah. Well, I think what they meant was puberty, with the pimples and the whatever.
Wots worse than having a smelly body with erupting volcanic pimples? The mind of a teenager. All that mental jibber jabber and emotional roller coasters. I mean everything has a really sucky feeling.
Love for example. Often mixed with crushes or premature emotional state of love. But when you have that feeling, it brings you down. The whole process of getting to get the one who fancy to notice you can really bring you down. You have to play the game of anticipating her reactions and the anxiety toils and turns you inside, pulling you down. Then almost-intuitively, you doubt yourself and wonder if she is the one. You doubt her acceptance of you... Rejection is thy name, be humbled upon my arrival. Yet, you see and feel a glimmer of hope. Her smile, her presence and acknowledgment of your presence sends a beam of light onto you. That glimmer of hope gets you up and the will burns on. But with the two contrasting emotions that turmoil inside of you make you hurt and wreck you from inside. The colliding feelings inevitable hurting you. The euphoria being pulled down by melancholy, quakes through your heart and you feel yourself distancing away from her. The room suddenly feels claustrophobic as your heart sinks inside of you and the room narrows in on it.
Another feeling which defines your adolescent-hood, is the fact you want to be alone. You lament on how no one understands you. This doesn't always happen, but it does creep in once in a while. Ironically, you do need that someone and you don't know how to handle these to contradicting feelings. Bummer. You crave to be alone at times away from it all but you do need that someone to talk to. That close friend, or bud. That's when the trust issue surfaces. You either become to open or you hardly trust that dude. Or maybe your openness and friendly nature will be your downfall and you have difficulties accepting new people. Who knows?
Those are some of the things we pay for, for growing up. All the this and that emotional and biological frenzies we go through. Can really get to one, dude. But what I say is...Bra sit back and enjoy the ride.
Biologically we have to face anatomical and facial catastrophes. For example, we stink. And to all the jocks out there... Yea, even though you love showing off yours abs and whatever you body can achieve with all the free time you have, please refrain from wearing too little or no clothes at all. Yes. You too have odors. Having said that. Other natural disasters include: the breaking of one's voice, however sexy it may seem it does get annoying, the growing pimples which erupt when one's dormant... Geddit? Forget it. Anyway, I can get a slight idea of what people meant when they say that before adulthood, one must go through the difficult process and blah blah. Well, I think what they meant was puberty, with the pimples and the whatever.
Wots worse than having a smelly body with erupting volcanic pimples? The mind of a teenager. All that mental jibber jabber and emotional roller coasters. I mean everything has a really sucky feeling.
Love for example. Often mixed with crushes or premature emotional state of love. But when you have that feeling, it brings you down. The whole process of getting to get the one who fancy to notice you can really bring you down. You have to play the game of anticipating her reactions and the anxiety toils and turns you inside, pulling you down. Then almost-intuitively, you doubt yourself and wonder if she is the one. You doubt her acceptance of you... Rejection is thy name, be humbled upon my arrival. Yet, you see and feel a glimmer of hope. Her smile, her presence and acknowledgment of your presence sends a beam of light onto you. That glimmer of hope gets you up and the will burns on. But with the two contrasting emotions that turmoil inside of you make you hurt and wreck you from inside. The colliding feelings inevitable hurting you. The euphoria being pulled down by melancholy, quakes through your heart and you feel yourself distancing away from her. The room suddenly feels claustrophobic as your heart sinks inside of you and the room narrows in on it.
Another feeling which defines your adolescent-hood, is the fact you want to be alone. You lament on how no one understands you. This doesn't always happen, but it does creep in once in a while. Ironically, you do need that someone and you don't know how to handle these to contradicting feelings. Bummer. You crave to be alone at times away from it all but you do need that someone to talk to. That close friend, or bud. That's when the trust issue surfaces. You either become to open or you hardly trust that dude. Or maybe your openness and friendly nature will be your downfall and you have difficulties accepting new people. Who knows?
Those are some of the things we pay for, for growing up. All the this and that emotional and biological frenzies we go through. Can really get to one, dude. But what I say is...Bra sit back and enjoy the ride.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Huh...Wondering Again
Now, we all claim that we cherished our loved ones and really can't stand to see them in pain. We tend to express endless love towards them and our mouths tend to be a fountain which words of love and so on come from. Thus many people I have spoken to wish to perish before their loved ones because they can't stand to see them suffer or die. But thinking about it... It is a selfish wish.
Well, now... If you really do love 'em, then you should want to die after all your loved ones. Why? Firstly, they would say the same about you dying. They would say that they wouldn't be able to go on without you. So, shouldering the pain is both admirable and more worthy of showing love towards them. Dying sooner than these people would be the easy way out. Almost cowardly.
Secondly, if you do believe in God or a/many super-natural beings, then retributions and paying of sin would also be a factor of dying after them. Again, why? Because living longer means more sins to commit or will be committed hence if your loved ones die before you, the lesser sin for them to commit or commit further. Even though, of course, you still screw your own life... but who cares, its about the ones you cherish, eh?
Well, now... If you really do love 'em, then you should want to die after all your loved ones. Why? Firstly, they would say the same about you dying. They would say that they wouldn't be able to go on without you. So, shouldering the pain is both admirable and more worthy of showing love towards them. Dying sooner than these people would be the easy way out. Almost cowardly.
Secondly, if you do believe in God or a/many super-natural beings, then retributions and paying of sin would also be a factor of dying after them. Again, why? Because living longer means more sins to commit or will be committed hence if your loved ones die before you, the lesser sin for them to commit or commit further. Even though, of course, you still screw your own life... but who cares, its about the ones you cherish, eh?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
That Lump in Your Throat
Don't you just hate that depressed and beat down feeling? The one that makes you feel you're not good enough for anything? That something deep inside you that won't stop hounding you down and preventing you from feeling good about anything? That lumpish and ground pulling feel. Those things which you often hate and wish to eradicate.
Sometimes that sickly disturbance from inside you can really drive you off the edge. But most of the time, dealing with it can drive you nuts. For me, its mostly caused by people around me. Most of the time I dig the earth, while others control me or judge me on how I do things. Those are the kinda things I hate. I hate to be controlled. And I hate to be judged by people who don't really know me.
I am the type of person who can't stand a life without freedom. Eventhough I'm single and very much by myself all the time, I often feel constraint. I feel barriers are closing on me and I must get rid of the chains which oppress me. Sometimes it could be parents, others school or friends that make me feel this way. But whatever it is, its pulling me down.
I feel that doing something and appreciating work takes time and patience. No deadline or order can make work better or more outstanding. Creativity and effort are precious and cannot be forced. People have their way with things. They might be brilliant in something but fail in another area. Therefore when I feel pushed around and are abused by people and their naive natures, I...hate them. I seriously hate people who show ignorance and do not appreaciate the value of people. I hate people who under appreciate efforts of individuals who sacrificed thier time on things they have commited to doing.
I have many instances. Projects; stuff thrown at me and I clean stuff up. After all those sleepless nights, I get pressured by members of my team who scrutinize my weaknesses and over-look my achievements. Those my friends are idiots, whom I wish the best for. Other types of ignorant people are imbecile who judge you by how you appear. These people feel superior because they don't eat with their mouths open and use tissues instead of towels. These people do not realise how ridiculous they actually appear; eating fish and chips with chopsticks and blatantly calling you off for what you stand. Their ignorance often makes them feel intellectually superior whilst they go around making remarks, endorsed by themselves, claiming to be true. These imbeciles are everywhere and are closer to you than you think.
You might be reading this and saying, geez whoever wrote must be an asshole or have no friends. 'What an arrogant bastard...writing about himself.' That might as well be the case. But if you were me, you might feel that your silence must be broken and now is the time to start being honest. Many times I smile, but don't feel incline to now. Practical jokes are still the agenda and so are rude remakes, but anything personal and you'll pay for it cunt.
Sometimes that sickly disturbance from inside you can really drive you off the edge. But most of the time, dealing with it can drive you nuts. For me, its mostly caused by people around me. Most of the time I dig the earth, while others control me or judge me on how I do things. Those are the kinda things I hate. I hate to be controlled. And I hate to be judged by people who don't really know me.
I am the type of person who can't stand a life without freedom. Eventhough I'm single and very much by myself all the time, I often feel constraint. I feel barriers are closing on me and I must get rid of the chains which oppress me. Sometimes it could be parents, others school or friends that make me feel this way. But whatever it is, its pulling me down.
I feel that doing something and appreciating work takes time and patience. No deadline or order can make work better or more outstanding. Creativity and effort are precious and cannot be forced. People have their way with things. They might be brilliant in something but fail in another area. Therefore when I feel pushed around and are abused by people and their naive natures, I...hate them. I seriously hate people who show ignorance and do not appreaciate the value of people. I hate people who under appreciate efforts of individuals who sacrificed thier time on things they have commited to doing.
I have many instances. Projects; stuff thrown at me and I clean stuff up. After all those sleepless nights, I get pressured by members of my team who scrutinize my weaknesses and over-look my achievements. Those my friends are idiots, whom I wish the best for. Other types of ignorant people are imbecile who judge you by how you appear. These people feel superior because they don't eat with their mouths open and use tissues instead of towels. These people do not realise how ridiculous they actually appear; eating fish and chips with chopsticks and blatantly calling you off for what you stand. Their ignorance often makes them feel intellectually superior whilst they go around making remarks, endorsed by themselves, claiming to be true. These imbeciles are everywhere and are closer to you than you think.
You might be reading this and saying, geez whoever wrote must be an asshole or have no friends. 'What an arrogant bastard...writing about himself.' That might as well be the case. But if you were me, you might feel that your silence must be broken and now is the time to start being honest. Many times I smile, but don't feel incline to now. Practical jokes are still the agenda and so are rude remakes, but anything personal and you'll pay for it cunt.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Feel of Music
I've always held my emotions inside me. People often say that I'm cheerful or friendly, but there countless times in which all that happy emotion is just a mask I use to hide my real side. Most people do this but most have no way of putting it through or letting that horrible feeling inside go away.
Some have used sport as a way to express themselves. With the 'beat that asshole' type attitude to opponents. They show the grit, determination and perseverance to climb to the top of their game. Others use art as their tool of choice. With abstract art that grabs the attention of the on-looker and reeling them in the journey of work. Me on the other hand, have a more frustrating way of expression: Music.
The cliche that music being one of the most popular mediums of expressions is often miscalculated. It ain't as simple as it look, bra. Often playing an instrument can be the most frustrating thing in the world. If you're like me, finding that perfect note will often make one lose faith in an instrument or piece of music. However, when one finds that note, all the sensations and overwhelming joy make up for all those moments of bliss and uncertainty. That note is the seeping sunlight creeping through all the doubt and unhappiness.
I have a tendency to play the guitar for hours on end. Sometimes neglecting my priorities. Often, I reduce my social contacts to only my family. I just turn that amp on, plug my guitar and play. Playing keeps me searching for that place I still have not discovered. Lemme tell you, despite playing and people telling you how much you've improved, what you feel inside is far from what they say. Whenever I go on an improvisational run, often I feel lost and just keep playing. Playing on to find that one note or perfect run. You may see videos of virtuosos expressing themselves and playing it on their instruments. Its not as easy as it looks. I have achieved that only a few times. The satisfaction is great beyond words when you feel the music and are able to translate what you feel onto the instrument. That feeling rewards you for your efforts. It can easily replace the hard work and often empty handed experiences one has had, again and again. For that moment the instrument and you are soul brothers.
What Ima trying to say is that. Even though being a teenager sucks ass at times, find ways to use that feeling and make good of it. Keeping finding new ways or that passion and turn it into something beautiful. That's hard for me...everything I make looks like s
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Makes Me Wonder...
You know, day-dreaming don't make you stupid or a time waster. The latter maybe...but its good to day-dream and wonder here and there. Inspirations come from moments of bliss...another words, it comes from when your slacking or it comes to you unexpectedly. It also makes you think... Think about stuff that you often ignore.
Scenario 1) Love and Finding Your True Love
I'm not desperate...but I am single. But its kinda the same thing...anyway...my friend once told me that he'll wait for his one girl. The girl who'll supposedly be the one. One in the sense of soul-mate and true love. Anyway, it got me thinking... What if everyone did have a true love. However no one will ever meet or even know about him or her. What if, your true love existed but in a different time? Due to the fact that the Earth has been around for a long time and during the course of time, every two persons have a bond. A bond of love or whatever. However those two will never meet because both of them were born in different times. Its really romantic thought but what if its true? Quite a bummer...
Scenario 2) No Two Things Are The Same
I dunno if they actually did something on this but...what if what you think something is not what the other person is interpreting...Confused? Same...What I'm trying to say is...what if what you see and heard and taste differs from everyone else...What if what you taste is sweet, another might interpret it as sour and another as bland or spicy... What if what you saw in your eyes is different form what others see...Imagine you see a human and the human has humanoid figure...but what if another person's brain saw humans as dinosaurs, or in the shape of dinosaurs...and another person saw humans as cats or something...Because, what you taste or feel or see is basically how your brain interprets it. So what if what you've been seeing isn't the remotely the same as everyone else and so on. Hmmm...If you didn't get that, just nod your head and pretend you know what I'm saying...
Scenario 1) Love and Finding Your True Love
I'm not desperate...but I am single. But its kinda the same thing...anyway...my friend once told me that he'll wait for his one girl. The girl who'll supposedly be the one. One in the sense of soul-mate and true love. Anyway, it got me thinking... What if everyone did have a true love. However no one will ever meet or even know about him or her. What if, your true love existed but in a different time? Due to the fact that the Earth has been around for a long time and during the course of time, every two persons have a bond. A bond of love or whatever. However those two will never meet because both of them were born in different times. Its really romantic thought but what if its true? Quite a bummer...
Scenario 2) No Two Things Are The Same
I dunno if they actually did something on this but...what if what you think something is not what the other person is interpreting...Confused? Same...What I'm trying to say is...what if what you see and heard and taste differs from everyone else...What if what you taste is sweet, another might interpret it as sour and another as bland or spicy... What if what you saw in your eyes is different form what others see...Imagine you see a human and the human has humanoid figure...but what if another person's brain saw humans as dinosaurs, or in the shape of dinosaurs...and another person saw humans as cats or something...Because, what you taste or feel or see is basically how your brain interprets it. So what if what you've been seeing isn't the remotely the same as everyone else and so on. Hmmm...If you didn't get that, just nod your head and pretend you know what I'm saying...
Scenario 3) Death
They say that when you die, your life will be flashed back in front of your eyes... What if that really did happen and that instead of highlights of your life being shown... What if your whole life was put on show and that every single bit of your life was put in front of your eyes... Well what if that happened and you died... Even when you die, you wouldn't know because your life was set to rewind and play again and you might think that your living in reality, but in actual fact it is a retold story and that one's mind does not comprehend fiction from reality. You are basically reliving your life in your head for all eternity... What if that were so? Wouldn't it be scary? Then wouldn't fate be inevitable because you are basically an audience of your life however you are so engrossed within the show that you think you can control the character that is you. Only to find it difficult because you cannot.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Music Scene In Singapore, by someone who doesn't seem to know alot about it
Music scene in Singapore. More scene than music. Yes, that is true. Loads of guys leaning to pop music and having no identity. WARNING: This article is really subjective and bias...Do not read if you are easily offended. Really...I'm warning you!
If you are reading this...its either you can't listen to instructions or you really can't be bothered and have loads of free time...Well, anyway...Music in Singapore is very mixed. Mixed in the sense that you have very strong sides in which voice their opinion. For example...the only way to fucking survive as a musician is to play fucked up boring tradiotional songs. Either that or to play the screwed up aristocratical show-off opera music. Why am I so tough on these genres...well, I'm not happy with the fact 'child prodigy' is a term given to children who can play classical music. Why can't heavy-metal musicians who are teens be labelled as 'child prodigy'? Why? Is it because the person who labels them as such is a bias old hag who feels that children who are inclined toward their, their meaning the old person's music, is therefore applicable to that term?
Come on honestly...Blues guitarists Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page and Don Felder made their mark from not so fortunate backgrounds. Those fellas had to be self-taught and learn the trade by their teens. They couldn't afford to be classically trained, yet their impact on music is fucking bigger. Eventhough they acheived fame later in their lives, they have impacted future generations. Yet however, people are still claiming to be progressive and all that crap but still are more inclined to favouring some boy or girl whose family could afford an education on music which bores people. You argue...o, you are to hard on this music...but honestly, how many of you actually listen to Mozart or Bach or Vivaldi? I have and I am lucky to even be here typing this...I thought I'd never be alive.
If you want flair and musical prowess...listen to Jazz or Blues. Jazz musicians have so much flair that will bedazzled by their improvisational skills. Same with blues...These types of music do not have to be beautifully composed on a piece of paper and made correct till there is no life. No! Jazz and Blues is strictly improvisation. How the piece makes you feel you play it. You don't need an orchestrator who is ridiculously paid to tell you how a note should be played. No! You decide and play it as you feel. Expression is what they orchestrator is paid for...he basically shows you how to express the piece...well therefore if he is getting paid for that, why not you show your own feel of the piece? How? By playing Blues and Jazz.
Another thing I've noticed about music here is the sense of identity loss. People here are zombies who know noting of other genres till a new genre becomes mainstream or 'pop'. Now its Indie music...why? Cos teens here are only aware of MTV and Billboards. Its not MTV's fault...Its the teens. Why can't they have their own mind and choose what they wanna hear? Instead of some DJ putting a record on which is mildy popular overseas and then someone claims that the song is great and others follow in. Its bonkers! If you really appreciate Indie and are a big fan...I salute you. But to those who are just innit for the crowd...Buzz off. Honestly...If you wanna know the most honest music, by the way...its Metal. I'm not a fan of Metal but I appreciate its honesty. If the singer is pissed...he'll sing it pissed. It simple and crystal clear.
Some people are pathetic...they don't even realise music existed 5 weeks ago. All they know is what's hot and popular. By the way...I never really liked "Hey There Delila" or whatever. I thought "Vincent" or listening to Cat Power was miles better. But..hey...that's just me.
Being a guitarist or guitar player sucks ass now. It used to be...O, I play guitar thank you. You could get away feeling smug...but now you see shit loads of novice players. Its not that I don't like them, its just its damn lame now knowing that there are others how share the same skill as you do. But what I do like about that is...I'm different. I'm a follower of Blues. So, my foundations lie on Blues...Not many Blues guitarists in Singapore. I might not be one of the best...not by a long shot...but at least I have a sense of identity. Loads of guys carry guitars claiming how good they are...but if you jam with them...you get more fun talking to an egg. They really have no knowledge of playing their own songs or improvising. All they depend on is a computer screen to direct them on which string and fret to press. All they know is chopping strings up with harsh struming and power chords. I should know...I'm not a good guitarist but I do know my basics and I know basic and common scales and all that stuff...but when I jam with people who claim to be good guitar players...they haven't got a clue what a scale is. Its mad!
After all this and that...I have to say...I see now why classically trained musicians are better in life. At least they know their shit. Its not a fad for them. Unlike all the rest who go...O, I like this song and ooo, I like this one better. But what I want is to see a talented group rise and become successful from Singapore. I don't mean Electrico...honestly do you know any of their songs? If you do...sing it. No? Fine, see my point. But for now...its still all a dream. More like a nightmare to be honest...I always wanted to be a session musician...but looks like I'll end up an animator or something I don't enjoy.
If you are reading this...its either you can't listen to instructions or you really can't be bothered and have loads of free time...Well, anyway...Music in Singapore is very mixed. Mixed in the sense that you have very strong sides in which voice their opinion. For example...the only way to fucking survive as a musician is to play fucked up boring tradiotional songs. Either that or to play the screwed up aristocratical show-off opera music. Why am I so tough on these genres...well, I'm not happy with the fact 'child prodigy' is a term given to children who can play classical music. Why can't heavy-metal musicians who are teens be labelled as 'child prodigy'? Why? Is it because the person who labels them as such is a bias old hag who feels that children who are inclined toward their, their meaning the old person's music, is therefore applicable to that term?
Come on honestly...Blues guitarists Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page and Don Felder made their mark from not so fortunate backgrounds. Those fellas had to be self-taught and learn the trade by their teens. They couldn't afford to be classically trained, yet their impact on music is fucking bigger. Eventhough they acheived fame later in their lives, they have impacted future generations. Yet however, people are still claiming to be progressive and all that crap but still are more inclined to favouring some boy or girl whose family could afford an education on music which bores people. You argue...o, you are to hard on this music...but honestly, how many of you actually listen to Mozart or Bach or Vivaldi? I have and I am lucky to even be here typing this...I thought I'd never be alive.
If you want flair and musical prowess...listen to Jazz or Blues. Jazz musicians have so much flair that will bedazzled by their improvisational skills. Same with blues...These types of music do not have to be beautifully composed on a piece of paper and made correct till there is no life. No! Jazz and Blues is strictly improvisation. How the piece makes you feel you play it. You don't need an orchestrator who is ridiculously paid to tell you how a note should be played. No! You decide and play it as you feel. Expression is what they orchestrator is paid for...he basically shows you how to express the piece...well therefore if he is getting paid for that, why not you show your own feel of the piece? How? By playing Blues and Jazz.
Another thing I've noticed about music here is the sense of identity loss. People here are zombies who know noting of other genres till a new genre becomes mainstream or 'pop'. Now its Indie music...why? Cos teens here are only aware of MTV and Billboards. Its not MTV's fault...Its the teens. Why can't they have their own mind and choose what they wanna hear? Instead of some DJ putting a record on which is mildy popular overseas and then someone claims that the song is great and others follow in. Its bonkers! If you really appreciate Indie and are a big fan...I salute you. But to those who are just innit for the crowd...Buzz off. Honestly...If you wanna know the most honest music, by the way...its Metal. I'm not a fan of Metal but I appreciate its honesty. If the singer is pissed...he'll sing it pissed. It simple and crystal clear.
Some people are pathetic...they don't even realise music existed 5 weeks ago. All they know is what's hot and popular. By the way...I never really liked "Hey There Delila" or whatever. I thought "Vincent" or listening to Cat Power was miles better. But..hey...that's just me.
Being a guitarist or guitar player sucks ass now. It used to be...O, I play guitar thank you. You could get away feeling smug...but now you see shit loads of novice players. Its not that I don't like them, its just its damn lame now knowing that there are others how share the same skill as you do. But what I do like about that is...I'm different. I'm a follower of Blues. So, my foundations lie on Blues...Not many Blues guitarists in Singapore. I might not be one of the best...not by a long shot...but at least I have a sense of identity. Loads of guys carry guitars claiming how good they are...but if you jam with them...you get more fun talking to an egg. They really have no knowledge of playing their own songs or improvising. All they depend on is a computer screen to direct them on which string and fret to press. All they know is chopping strings up with harsh struming and power chords. I should know...I'm not a good guitarist but I do know my basics and I know basic and common scales and all that stuff...but when I jam with people who claim to be good guitar players...they haven't got a clue what a scale is. Its mad!
After all this and that...I have to say...I see now why classically trained musicians are better in life. At least they know their shit. Its not a fad for them. Unlike all the rest who go...O, I like this song and ooo, I like this one better. But what I want is to see a talented group rise and become successful from Singapore. I don't mean Electrico...honestly do you know any of their songs? If you do...sing it. No? Fine, see my point. But for now...its still all a dream. More like a nightmare to be honest...I always wanted to be a session musician...but looks like I'll end up an animator or something I don't enjoy.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Being Mixed Blood(ed?)
Well, there are great things to learn about your hieratage and past. I've learnt that mine is from all over the place. Coming from a scattered background would sound interesting and wonderful, but trust me its really confusing and difficult...you'll see.
Anyway, I'm a mix of Malay, Indian, Thai and Chinese. Mix those up and you get...pfffff....voila me. Not something to be proud of but...So, my paternal side's mainly Malay with some Indonesian hieratage or something like that. Then my maternal side's the tricky one. My maternal grandfather's roots lay in Southern India and grandma's got Chinese and Thai roots. So basically that makes me....confused. And the really weird part is my second language, along with my brother, is French. Go figure...
Anyway, language is also a problem. Despite the fact that I speak French, I don't speak any of my forefather's languages. Well, I do know Malay...but really miniscule. The weird part is people think I'm Chinese. On the streets, unsuspecting aunties come to me speaking in Mandarin. I just look like an idiot just smiling hoping something would happen. They often say: "lai boy..." and drift off in their native tongues...while I stand gobsmacked and smile like a fool. I don't mock them, I smile because its nice...you know a consolation like: Sorry I don't know what you're saying but here's a friendly smile.
Another strange part is people trying to guess you're background during conversations or dinners. "Are you local?", "You're Malay? Chinese?", "Are you gonna finish that?" or whatever...It's nice to get attention, I have to admit. Anyways, people start guessing you're background with your facial features or the way you talk. I'm not good-looking...but for some reason, people analyze my features. Its almost like they're deciphering a code which is located on my eyes, nose or mouth. Again, its flattering...but when a girl does that, I feel like saying: You really have low taste, don't you honey?. Another thing...I speak differently from most people from my country. I don't always use certain terms like 'la' or whatever...but by god...I do swear, and I'm proud to say it! But just not here tho... Religion aswell...loads of people tell me that they could have never have guessed I am from the religion I am from...even me. They go.."NO! Really? I wouldn't have ever knew that..." Doesn't really matter...I follow the rules and stuff...but I'm not a REAL practicing person of my faith.
There you go...that's the fun of being mixed blood. You'll definitely get attention that's for damn sure. And the confusion and communication breakdown with people who mistake you for a person of a different race is sometimes really funny...having them confused is not nice, but its still worthy of a laugh.
Anyway, I'm a mix of Malay, Indian, Thai and Chinese. Mix those up and you get...pfffff....voila me. Not something to be proud of but...So, my paternal side's mainly Malay with some Indonesian hieratage or something like that. Then my maternal side's the tricky one. My maternal grandfather's roots lay in Southern India and grandma's got Chinese and Thai roots. So basically that makes me....confused. And the really weird part is my second language, along with my brother, is French. Go figure...
Anyway, language is also a problem. Despite the fact that I speak French, I don't speak any of my forefather's languages. Well, I do know Malay...but really miniscule. The weird part is people think I'm Chinese. On the streets, unsuspecting aunties come to me speaking in Mandarin. I just look like an idiot just smiling hoping something would happen. They often say: "lai boy..." and drift off in their native tongues...while I stand gobsmacked and smile like a fool. I don't mock them, I smile because its nice...you know a consolation like: Sorry I don't know what you're saying but here's a friendly smile.
Another strange part is people trying to guess you're background during conversations or dinners. "Are you local?", "You're Malay? Chinese?", "Are you gonna finish that?" or whatever...It's nice to get attention, I have to admit. Anyways, people start guessing you're background with your facial features or the way you talk. I'm not good-looking...but for some reason, people analyze my features. Its almost like they're deciphering a code which is located on my eyes, nose or mouth. Again, its flattering...but when a girl does that, I feel like saying: You really have low taste, don't you honey?. Another thing...I speak differently from most people from my country. I don't always use certain terms like 'la' or whatever...but by god...I do swear, and I'm proud to say it! But just not here tho... Religion aswell...loads of people tell me that they could have never have guessed I am from the religion I am from...even me. They go.."NO! Really? I wouldn't have ever knew that..." Doesn't really matter...I follow the rules and stuff...but I'm not a REAL practicing person of my faith.
There you go...that's the fun of being mixed blood. You'll definitely get attention that's for damn sure. And the confusion and communication breakdown with people who mistake you for a person of a different race is sometimes really funny...having them confused is not nice, but its still worthy of a laugh.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Why I Don't Go Out
First impressions always count, such a true thing. Everywhere I've been, everyone I've met has had their own judgment on me. Well, and visa versa. Sometimes things go smoothly and people think your great...other times not so.
Meeting new people can be difficult, because they got their own perception of you. You might think, "that was alright...he/she seemed nice" but that person might think otherwise. I should know, happens to me everytime. Especially females. Meeting them for the first time, I say hi or something and they give me the 'get away from me' stare...I'm hopeless. It's something I have...I just give certain people negative impressions of me. More specifically: woman everything...woman teachers, woman colleagues, female whatever...all give me the "who the hell are you" look or ignore me...it's sad. Friends tell me to go get a gal...are they serious?! I'm like a repellent...So if you don't want Hillary to win the elections, just bring me to America and she'll just move back to her hometown in Mars. So if you know me and are wondering why I spend my time at home with the bloody guitar...you know now.
On another note, good-looking people always get others going easy. I've noticed that a good-looking guy or gal seem to get helped, in small situations, when they need to. For example, when one of them ask for directions or some minor help people tend to help them. Or if in a group if one of them speaks...the whole room turns silent. And when I chuckle at this...eyes turn at me red and angry...only to turn back and melt at the complextion of the handsome or pretty speaker. But I'm not putting down these good-lookers...heck I help them too. But sometimes it goes really over the top. I've sat in for lectures or talks or whatever...whenever theirs an attractive speaker all eyes look forward. All that is spoken is heard, eventhough it's crap or badly put...all attention is focused onto that person. You could here the wings of a fly or a pin fall. Claps and applauses...even praises can be heard from the other end. Unfortunately, in class or groups...when its my turn...I would have to fight for my voice and do a dance so I can even have a glimmer of their focus.
So that's why I spend my weekends at home playing my guitars or attempting that contraption called "pe-ah-no". It also sucks to be me because I've been travelling here and there and never really settled down to have friends...as in close friends who've been with for a long time. So that's also another reason why I don't go out. And when I do go out...its normally alone, I dunno why I still watch movies alone. People call me a loner sometimes or private...I call myself Khalis. There are positives to being me though...you visit loads of places and get to perfect your musical skills...I don't mean to brag but I think I'm kick-ass at Blues...oh yea.
Meeting new people can be difficult, because they got their own perception of you. You might think, "that was alright...he/she seemed nice" but that person might think otherwise. I should know, happens to me everytime. Especially females. Meeting them for the first time, I say hi or something and they give me the 'get away from me' stare...I'm hopeless. It's something I have...I just give certain people negative impressions of me. More specifically: woman everything...woman teachers, woman colleagues, female whatever...all give me the "who the hell are you" look or ignore me...it's sad. Friends tell me to go get a gal...are they serious?! I'm like a repellent...So if you don't want Hillary to win the elections, just bring me to America and she'll just move back to her hometown in Mars. So if you know me and are wondering why I spend my time at home with the bloody guitar...you know now.
On another note, good-looking people always get others going easy. I've noticed that a good-looking guy or gal seem to get helped, in small situations, when they need to. For example, when one of them ask for directions or some minor help people tend to help them. Or if in a group if one of them speaks...the whole room turns silent. And when I chuckle at this...eyes turn at me red and angry...only to turn back and melt at the complextion of the handsome or pretty speaker. But I'm not putting down these good-lookers...heck I help them too. But sometimes it goes really over the top. I've sat in for lectures or talks or whatever...whenever theirs an attractive speaker all eyes look forward. All that is spoken is heard, eventhough it's crap or badly put...all attention is focused onto that person. You could here the wings of a fly or a pin fall. Claps and applauses...even praises can be heard from the other end. Unfortunately, in class or groups...when its my turn...I would have to fight for my voice and do a dance so I can even have a glimmer of their focus.
So that's why I spend my weekends at home playing my guitars or attempting that contraption called "pe-ah-no". It also sucks to be me because I've been travelling here and there and never really settled down to have friends...as in close friends who've been with for a long time. So that's also another reason why I don't go out. And when I do go out...its normally alone, I dunno why I still watch movies alone. People call me a loner sometimes or private...I call myself Khalis. There are positives to being me though...you visit loads of places and get to perfect your musical skills...I don't mean to brag but I think I'm kick-ass at Blues...oh yea.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Newer Generations Are More Laid-back
Well, the title is often the issue when it comes to doing work or being more proactive. Parents or older people would nag, and for good reason, force the younger ones to be less laid-back and do more stuff. This, if you think of it, has been going on since the dawn of time.
Every generation blames the newer one for being less proactive, more lazy more bla bla. Well, it is true because every generation has its own inventions and other stuff. The current generation is criticized for being too lazy because of 'compuhtah' and 'techmologi'. Well, let's put it this way, I bet the older generation would be as lazy as we are if they had what we had. With the exception of certain sports of course, this is true with video or console games.
Due to technological advances, life has been made easier. It's easier to have fun and to stimulate ourselves. However, the sight of people having things easy is ofthen confused with them being lazy. That's where I think the issue of lazy generations coming in to place.
Also, if you think of it, I bet the older generation were accused of being to laid-back by their previous generations. So, this whole cycle has been going on for ages. If an older person were to tell me or accuse me for being too lazy, my responce: So? I know I am lazy...It's actually your genration's fault for our whole lazy persona because your generation created TVs, Computers, Video Games so really its your generation's ambition that made us how we are today.
But that being said, the cycle will continue. We would view our children as lazier than ourselves and they would accuse their kids of being more lazy and so on.
Therefore people's accusation of this issue is really piontless...that's what I think.
Every generation blames the newer one for being less proactive, more lazy more bla bla. Well, it is true because every generation has its own inventions and other stuff. The current generation is criticized for being too lazy because of 'compuhtah' and 'techmologi'. Well, let's put it this way, I bet the older generation would be as lazy as we are if they had what we had. With the exception of certain sports of course, this is true with video or console games.
Due to technological advances, life has been made easier. It's easier to have fun and to stimulate ourselves. However, the sight of people having things easy is ofthen confused with them being lazy. That's where I think the issue of lazy generations coming in to place.
Also, if you think of it, I bet the older generation were accused of being to laid-back by their previous generations. So, this whole cycle has been going on for ages. If an older person were to tell me or accuse me for being too lazy, my responce: So? I know I am lazy...It's actually your genration's fault for our whole lazy persona because your generation created TVs, Computers, Video Games so really its your generation's ambition that made us how we are today.
But that being said, the cycle will continue. We would view our children as lazier than ourselves and they would accuse their kids of being more lazy and so on.
Therefore people's accusation of this issue is really piontless...that's what I think.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Religion: Lost Of Faith
In 2001, there were 2.1 billion Christians, 1.5 billion Muslims, 900 million Hindus, 380 million Buddhists and many more others. These were the number of people 'active' in the major religions in the world. As of now, countless billions more will have entered Christianity and Islam and Hinduism would have entered the billion zone. However, are these people of these fantastic faiths misunderstanding the correct terms of religions? Are these people losing the true meaning of their faith and faith itself?
All religions, not cults, preach on the values of life and the life hereafter. Many have prophets, others deities and some use messiahs to lead them to the path of good. Putting it bluntly, all religions want their followers to be morally good people and to be happy with their lives. Alas, then why is everybody, or at least most of the people I know, tend prefer or do the opposite? Why do loads of people tend to see the negative sides of religions. Not in the sense that religions are wrong and all that, but in the sense that they use religion as a medium or tool to instill fear? You dig?
I was brought up in a religion and many teachers(?), I dunno what to call them, abuse the stories of this particular faith and terrorize us kids with tales of how we will be so and so or else end up in hell or whatever. They are suppose to guide us and teach the religion in a way that is reasonable and well, the way it was meant to be taught. However, many of these older wise folk, tend to focus on the bad side of religion: the punishments. They tend to scare little kids with tales of how one is punished if one does something wrong. They think that by doing so, those little kids will be frightened and not commit religious crimes or whatever. Instead, the opposite is done. When those little kids grow up and under the influence of their religious teachers, they feel frightened about their faith and ultimately deny it.
All these people who have denied their faiths or rejected the whole idea of religions have done so because of their up-bringing. The up-bringing not by the enviroment of kids their age, the whole gang thing, no...instead their teachers, and to a lesser extent parents, have not taught their children the right stuff about their faith. They do not tell them about the good things about their religions, they do not teach about the flexibilities or certain morals about the religion instead they use stories to terrorize the kids and make them scared. They avoid the important stuffs in religions: being a good and happy person. Instead under their method, they produce:morally good but frightened people. Thus if you have a frightened person, that person is naturally defensive and their mindset towards things are negative. Therefore they lead a conscience or subconscience life of negativity. Also a frightened person would want acceptance. And they would take any opportunity to be accepted to any, and I mean ANY, society or group. Thus, this is where the whole idea of people neglecting their faith and turning bad is brought up.
Therefore, what I'm trying to say is, loads of people, especially the older generation, complain that the younger generation has lost their faith. They complain and criticize the younger people and do whatever old people do. However, I say: The reason for this lost of faith is the up-bringing of these younger people. They can complain that the up-bring is destroyed due to gangs and TV and whatever. But weren't they children or kids of some family? Not all of them were born to gangsters off the streets. They were children of decent people. However, when the matter of religion came, they weren't nurtured the proper way. Their teachers taught them wrongly and they didn't go with the programme. The more the teachers forced them to accept something...the more the young people rejected. Therefore, the lost of faith and interest of faith is brewed.
Call me bias to the younger generation, but I am cos I am them. I was brought up in a way that made me unhappy about my faith. I often questioned my faith. But I realised that it wasn't the religion...it was the people who taught me. They taught me what they wanted me to know, not what I wanted or was supposed to know. So lemme just finish off by saying that often you have to look at both sides to understand the problem and that society and up-bringing plays an important role in everything.
Further more...I don't think prophets, God(s) or messiahs meant for religions to be taught the way its taught now. They probably want people to embrace it not be forced onto it.
All religions, not cults, preach on the values of life and the life hereafter. Many have prophets, others deities and some use messiahs to lead them to the path of good. Putting it bluntly, all religions want their followers to be morally good people and to be happy with their lives. Alas, then why is everybody, or at least most of the people I know, tend prefer or do the opposite? Why do loads of people tend to see the negative sides of religions. Not in the sense that religions are wrong and all that, but in the sense that they use religion as a medium or tool to instill fear? You dig?
I was brought up in a religion and many teachers(?), I dunno what to call them, abuse the stories of this particular faith and terrorize us kids with tales of how we will be so and so or else end up in hell or whatever. They are suppose to guide us and teach the religion in a way that is reasonable and well, the way it was meant to be taught. However, many of these older wise folk, tend to focus on the bad side of religion: the punishments. They tend to scare little kids with tales of how one is punished if one does something wrong. They think that by doing so, those little kids will be frightened and not commit religious crimes or whatever. Instead, the opposite is done. When those little kids grow up and under the influence of their religious teachers, they feel frightened about their faith and ultimately deny it.
All these people who have denied their faiths or rejected the whole idea of religions have done so because of their up-bringing. The up-bringing not by the enviroment of kids their age, the whole gang thing, no...instead their teachers, and to a lesser extent parents, have not taught their children the right stuff about their faith. They do not tell them about the good things about their religions, they do not teach about the flexibilities or certain morals about the religion instead they use stories to terrorize the kids and make them scared. They avoid the important stuffs in religions: being a good and happy person. Instead under their method, they produce:morally good but frightened people. Thus if you have a frightened person, that person is naturally defensive and their mindset towards things are negative. Therefore they lead a conscience or subconscience life of negativity. Also a frightened person would want acceptance. And they would take any opportunity to be accepted to any, and I mean ANY, society or group. Thus, this is where the whole idea of people neglecting their faith and turning bad is brought up.
Therefore, what I'm trying to say is, loads of people, especially the older generation, complain that the younger generation has lost their faith. They complain and criticize the younger people and do whatever old people do. However, I say: The reason for this lost of faith is the up-bringing of these younger people. They can complain that the up-bring is destroyed due to gangs and TV and whatever. But weren't they children or kids of some family? Not all of them were born to gangsters off the streets. They were children of decent people. However, when the matter of religion came, they weren't nurtured the proper way. Their teachers taught them wrongly and they didn't go with the programme. The more the teachers forced them to accept something...the more the young people rejected. Therefore, the lost of faith and interest of faith is brewed.
Call me bias to the younger generation, but I am cos I am them. I was brought up in a way that made me unhappy about my faith. I often questioned my faith. But I realised that it wasn't the religion...it was the people who taught me. They taught me what they wanted me to know, not what I wanted or was supposed to know. So lemme just finish off by saying that often you have to look at both sides to understand the problem and that society and up-bringing plays an important role in everything.
Further more...I don't think prophets, God(s) or messiahs meant for religions to be taught the way its taught now. They probably want people to embrace it not be forced onto it.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Other Stuff I Missed From London
There are plenty of things, people or stuff I've missed from London. Especially people. Whilst living in London, I had endless games of football played with friends and strangers. That's the special thing about London and football, I guess. No matter who you are, or how old...everyone plays football.
I remember having matches with a bunch of old guys, they were actually in their late twenties and early thirties. Anyway, my friends and I had an average age of 12 and funnily enough, the older guys let us play with them. The match was really full of laughs...I mean you get to see twelve year olds making a fool out of men.
Then there were the French. Those bastards were technically brilliant. Their first touch and swagger on the ball could get you fooled three times in a row...except for me of course. Anyway, they were all students of Lycee de Francaise and their game tactic was: humiliate and annihilate. And they really did. They were the same age as us, but had amazingly good ball control and their height made them look much more intimidating.
My friends were the hip hop crew of footie. They listened to hip hop and rap, but danced past opponents like waltzing through a cotton field. They were the ones who really taught me loads of stuff on footie. They were show-boaters...no doubt, but honestly if you had the ability to dribble past your opponents whilst juggling the ball, I'm sure you'd do the same. Street flair was what I'd call it. Endless tricks with 'up yours' attitude, these guys were really cool. They were often joking and messing about, but hey life needs abit of cheering up right? They usually took me aside and showed me tricks like round the worlds non-stop or juggling whilst on your backside. I really missed them.
Finally, the jokers. Not what you think...they were actually Mongolian monks. But they were f**king brilliant. They really knew how to harnesh and focus the chee onto the ball and past the goalkeeper. Their focus chee levels could make them control a bullet of a ball and stop it dead in the tracks of their feet. They worked wonders as a team. They knew how to communicate and their passing was telekenetic...they knew where their players were and could release the ball quickly into the path of an unmarkered player.
Me schoolmates played football matches with other schools. I was the right winger or attacking midfielder. In the past, I could out run anyone...before puberty of course, when everybody hit that stage I slowed down dramatically beacuse everyone developed natural muscles and stuff. Anyway, due to my small size and youthful confidence, I was able to run past opponents and lose the ball quickly. Anyway, usually we played matches against other schools with goal-posts made of jumpers on the floor...so we usually made the goal smaller whenever the referee wasn't looking.
Anyway I remember my first match. I was the right winger and my job was to protect the flank and whip in crosses. I remembered getting a yellow card for a lunge at someone, but the thing I remembered most was my assist. It was the dying few minutes and I ended up in the left flank, for some reason. I remember just kicking that bloody ball to the end of the pitch then some idiot tackled me cleanly. Fortunately the ball rebounded of my shin and I swang at it hoping for some kind of miracle and it happened to go to the path of the striker who just let loose a canon of a shot and the keeper saved the ball from inside the line.
Those were the days...now of course in Singapore, guys are more egotistic. They wanna humiliate you without grace or sportmanship. Also the attitude of people here don't really make the game anymore fun. That's why loads of my friends in Singapore prefer playing amongst friends. But that's life...it sucks but what are you gonna do about it?
I remember having matches with a bunch of old guys, they were actually in their late twenties and early thirties. Anyway, my friends and I had an average age of 12 and funnily enough, the older guys let us play with them. The match was really full of laughs...I mean you get to see twelve year olds making a fool out of men.
Then there were the French. Those bastards were technically brilliant. Their first touch and swagger on the ball could get you fooled three times in a row...except for me of course. Anyway, they were all students of Lycee de Francaise and their game tactic was: humiliate and annihilate. And they really did. They were the same age as us, but had amazingly good ball control and their height made them look much more intimidating.
My friends were the hip hop crew of footie. They listened to hip hop and rap, but danced past opponents like waltzing through a cotton field. They were the ones who really taught me loads of stuff on footie. They were show-boaters...no doubt, but honestly if you had the ability to dribble past your opponents whilst juggling the ball, I'm sure you'd do the same. Street flair was what I'd call it. Endless tricks with 'up yours' attitude, these guys were really cool. They were often joking and messing about, but hey life needs abit of cheering up right? They usually took me aside and showed me tricks like round the worlds non-stop or juggling whilst on your backside. I really missed them.
Finally, the jokers. Not what you think...they were actually Mongolian monks. But they were f**king brilliant. They really knew how to harnesh and focus the chee onto the ball and past the goalkeeper. Their focus chee levels could make them control a bullet of a ball and stop it dead in the tracks of their feet. They worked wonders as a team. They knew how to communicate and their passing was telekenetic...they knew where their players were and could release the ball quickly into the path of an unmarkered player.
Me schoolmates played football matches with other schools. I was the right winger or attacking midfielder. In the past, I could out run anyone...before puberty of course, when everybody hit that stage I slowed down dramatically beacuse everyone developed natural muscles and stuff. Anyway, due to my small size and youthful confidence, I was able to run past opponents and lose the ball quickly. Anyway, usually we played matches against other schools with goal-posts made of jumpers on the floor...so we usually made the goal smaller whenever the referee wasn't looking.
Anyway I remember my first match. I was the right winger and my job was to protect the flank and whip in crosses. I remembered getting a yellow card for a lunge at someone, but the thing I remembered most was my assist. It was the dying few minutes and I ended up in the left flank, for some reason. I remember just kicking that bloody ball to the end of the pitch then some idiot tackled me cleanly. Fortunately the ball rebounded of my shin and I swang at it hoping for some kind of miracle and it happened to go to the path of the striker who just let loose a canon of a shot and the keeper saved the ball from inside the line.
Those were the days...now of course in Singapore, guys are more egotistic. They wanna humiliate you without grace or sportmanship. Also the attitude of people here don't really make the game anymore fun. That's why loads of my friends in Singapore prefer playing amongst friends. But that's life...it sucks but what are you gonna do about it?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Little Things I Missed
Being brought up in by a civil servant is tough. I mean it really gets you down sometimes. Not that the parenting is the problem...it's mainly the travelling. Don't get me wrong, I love travelling. You know, visiting all these cool places and meeting really wicked people. But the problem I keep having is, well I can't stand staying in a country for 4 years and moving on after. You really miss loads of things. You know, friends and teachers and people and stuff.
The first time my family was posted overseas was in...1993 or 1994ish(?), I really can't remember. We were posted to New Zealand, the land down under the land down under...you dig? Anyways, from the pictures I saw, I seemed to have a great time over there. At least I think I did. Well nothing can be said about the time I had there, I was only 3 years old. I couldn't have remembered loads of stuff. But the one I miss dearly, was my stay in London.
It was my family's second posting, my dad's third...we were supposed to be posted to Washington directly after New Zealand, but, unfortunately, my mum decided that my brothers and I had to stay in Singapore to concerntrate on school...bummer. Anyway, London was an interesting place. Very cosmopolitan, very cool (literally aswell, the weather was unpredictable) and everything was under the white man, but let's not go there.
I went to study in a private school. It was so private no one knew about it...ok that was lame. So, I met my classmates on the first day, and we seemed to get along right away. Football was in everybody's mind, even the girls, it was a co-ed school. Footie this and footie that. Really a great place to talk about footie. The bus drivers even had strong opinions about opposing teams and they were strong in the words they used. We had drivers and teachers who came from Newcastle, Yorkshire and other parts of England. One of the bus drivers was the President of the Tattoo society somewhere. Anyway, football really is the universal language. Arabs, Americans, French...all played football during park breaks and the PE lessons were all...you guessed it: Footie! and cricket, in the summer.
I remember during the World Cup Qualifiers for Japan and Korea, Beckham scored the last gasp free-kick sending England to the world cup. The next day, everyone spoke about it. And they even showed matches of the World Cup during school time. I don't remember doing well in my studies that year, but it was for a good cause.
Little things I missed were crisps. In Singapore, it's called chips. Over there chips are fries...but let's not go into details. In London, you could find every single flavoured crisps and in every shape and form. Even chocolates and biscuits were fantastic. Over there, you had cheese-strings, its cheese in the form of a cylinder and you peel it off like a banana and eat the peels. There were dips...kinda like packet biscuits and you dip them in some flavoured cream. It really is a junk food wonderland. I'd even visited the Cadbury factory twice...it was fantastic. At each part of the factory, they gave free chocolates. The funny thing was, I belong to a family of five and the distributors of the chocolates gave more to younger kids. My brothers and I were really young, so by the end of the factory trip we had bags full of chocolates. I believe the dentist had a field day aswell the following week.
Parks were a plenty in London. I lived opposite Kensingon Gardens. And Kensington Gardens was just next to Hyde Park. The two parks combined were massive! My friends and I played football there almost everyday. We played directly after school around 4 and ended around 6 plus. It was there I learnt a few tricks...not that I'm any good by the way. There were as many squirrels as there were ice-cream men. You could cycle around the park, visit the monuments, fly kites and the girls were not bad looking aswell. There was also Richmond Park. That park had dears grazing around and you could even get close to them. There were park rangers to ensure the safety of both the dears and yourself, but the dears were really something at first. That was until they got hungry and smelt the crisps in your hands. Swans and ducks were also common. Loads of old people fed them bread and loads of them ended up running away from all the swans and ducks chasing them.
You know, all these little stuff you take for granted. I know it sounds very cliched but really...you don't realise what you've had til its taken away from you. Sigh.
The first time my family was posted overseas was in...1993 or 1994ish(?), I really can't remember. We were posted to New Zealand, the land down under the land down under...you dig? Anyways, from the pictures I saw, I seemed to have a great time over there. At least I think I did. Well nothing can be said about the time I had there, I was only 3 years old. I couldn't have remembered loads of stuff. But the one I miss dearly, was my stay in London.
It was my family's second posting, my dad's third...we were supposed to be posted to Washington directly after New Zealand, but, unfortunately, my mum decided that my brothers and I had to stay in Singapore to concerntrate on school...bummer. Anyway, London was an interesting place. Very cosmopolitan, very cool (literally aswell, the weather was unpredictable) and everything was under the white man, but let's not go there.
I went to study in a private school. It was so private no one knew about it...ok that was lame. So, I met my classmates on the first day, and we seemed to get along right away. Football was in everybody's mind, even the girls, it was a co-ed school. Footie this and footie that. Really a great place to talk about footie. The bus drivers even had strong opinions about opposing teams and they were strong in the words they used. We had drivers and teachers who came from Newcastle, Yorkshire and other parts of England. One of the bus drivers was the President of the Tattoo society somewhere. Anyway, football really is the universal language. Arabs, Americans, French...all played football during park breaks and the PE lessons were all...you guessed it: Footie! and cricket, in the summer.
I remember during the World Cup Qualifiers for Japan and Korea, Beckham scored the last gasp free-kick sending England to the world cup. The next day, everyone spoke about it. And they even showed matches of the World Cup during school time. I don't remember doing well in my studies that year, but it was for a good cause.
Little things I missed were crisps. In Singapore, it's called chips. Over there chips are fries...but let's not go into details. In London, you could find every single flavoured crisps and in every shape and form. Even chocolates and biscuits were fantastic. Over there, you had cheese-strings, its cheese in the form of a cylinder and you peel it off like a banana and eat the peels. There were dips...kinda like packet biscuits and you dip them in some flavoured cream. It really is a junk food wonderland. I'd even visited the Cadbury factory twice...it was fantastic. At each part of the factory, they gave free chocolates. The funny thing was, I belong to a family of five and the distributors of the chocolates gave more to younger kids. My brothers and I were really young, so by the end of the factory trip we had bags full of chocolates. I believe the dentist had a field day aswell the following week.
Parks were a plenty in London. I lived opposite Kensingon Gardens. And Kensington Gardens was just next to Hyde Park. The two parks combined were massive! My friends and I played football there almost everyday. We played directly after school around 4 and ended around 6 plus. It was there I learnt a few tricks...not that I'm any good by the way. There were as many squirrels as there were ice-cream men. You could cycle around the park, visit the monuments, fly kites and the girls were not bad looking aswell. There was also Richmond Park. That park had dears grazing around and you could even get close to them. There were park rangers to ensure the safety of both the dears and yourself, but the dears were really something at first. That was until they got hungry and smelt the crisps in your hands. Swans and ducks were also common. Loads of old people fed them bread and loads of them ended up running away from all the swans and ducks chasing them.
You know, all these little stuff you take for granted. I know it sounds very cliched but really...you don't realise what you've had til its taken away from you. Sigh.
People Are Hypocrites; I'm One Too
Well, the title is explainatory and you can assume I'm gonna blast people...myself in particular.
I've always disliked people who are not true to themselves. People who go about trying to fit into a crowd they feel is cool or rad or something pathetic. In the end, they look like wanksters, personally that's what I feel. You know...the geek who was a geek, then turned wankster because he starts hanging around rebellious guys or jocks. Those type of people are really pretentious...well, to me. They go around thinking they're so cool by hanging around with new groups of people and ditching their old friends. Those are dicks. You know the Dicks, Pussies and Assholes speech in Team America? Well, I won't go into it...I'll probably get sued.
Anyway, those guys are really screwed up. You can mix around and socialize with other groups of people, but you do not ditch your friends just your new bros are cooler...that's just not right. Those guys who you hung out with initially, you should stay in contact with them no matter what. It doesn't matter if you hang around with new guys...but at least be cool to your old friends. Never deny them.
I have friends who do these things...and let's just say those guys don't neccessarily have good old mates. I should know, I'm one of 'em...but that's not the point.
Also another thing, looks. Alot of people complain..."Why isn't she looking at me? Damn slut" or "You shallow bla bla...doo dee daa dee doo dee day". You can probably guess what that was about. Yes...many people complain that some people from the opposite sex, or in some cases same sex, are shallow because, in the majority, not everyone is good-looking and you know, the good-looking people only look out for each other. Well that's not true because...there are some people who are really are shallow and only look out for people who are attractive, despite the fact that those people are out of there range because they aren't that good-looking...but let's leave that.
My point is that people, especially guys...because I am one, complain about not being noticed or being ignored by attractive people or shallow people. They are quick to assume that those people are shallow because they look for other attractive people. Hmm...hypocrisy, I feel is in the air. Aren't you a hypocrite aswell for only checking out the hot girl or whatever guy. I should know...I'm one of them. The hypocrite of course, not the hot guy...but whoever thought I was hot, thank you.
I guess let's stop it at there...it's damn late and I dunno what else to type to be honest. My point is everybody and whatever they do is flowing within the cycle of hyprocrisy. You probably don't understand...I phrased it wrongly. Erm...basically, what comes around goes around. If you are shallow or you dislike something or do something...that same thing is gonna bite you in the arse, mate. Who cares if the pretty gal don't notice you...you probably are ugly. Relax bro, join the gang. Or maybe you have other qualities she likes or maybe not. Whatever really...I'm like this because I believe in Karma and the whole effect it has on people's lives. So be good if you want whatever you want...but work for it aswell. Another thing...Ditching your old buddies...it's gonna do more damage than you think, stupid. Really, I've had my fair share of both cases...well actually that's an understatement, but you get my point, right? Sweet. And hey...don't f**k with Karma...it'll bite your ass off.
I've always disliked people who are not true to themselves. People who go about trying to fit into a crowd they feel is cool or rad or something pathetic. In the end, they look like wanksters, personally that's what I feel. You know...the geek who was a geek, then turned wankster because he starts hanging around rebellious guys or jocks. Those type of people are really pretentious...well, to me. They go around thinking they're so cool by hanging around with new groups of people and ditching their old friends. Those are dicks. You know the Dicks, Pussies and Assholes speech in Team America? Well, I won't go into it...I'll probably get sued.
Anyway, those guys are really screwed up. You can mix around and socialize with other groups of people, but you do not ditch your friends just your new bros are cooler...that's just not right. Those guys who you hung out with initially, you should stay in contact with them no matter what. It doesn't matter if you hang around with new guys...but at least be cool to your old friends. Never deny them.
I have friends who do these things...and let's just say those guys don't neccessarily have good old mates. I should know, I'm one of 'em...but that's not the point.
Also another thing, looks. Alot of people complain..."Why isn't she looking at me? Damn slut" or "You shallow bla bla...doo dee daa dee doo dee day". You can probably guess what that was about. Yes...many people complain that some people from the opposite sex, or in some cases same sex, are shallow because, in the majority, not everyone is good-looking and you know, the good-looking people only look out for each other. Well that's not true because...there are some people who are really are shallow and only look out for people who are attractive, despite the fact that those people are out of there range because they aren't that good-looking...but let's leave that.
My point is that people, especially guys...because I am one, complain about not being noticed or being ignored by attractive people or shallow people. They are quick to assume that those people are shallow because they look for other attractive people. Hmm...hypocrisy, I feel is in the air. Aren't you a hypocrite aswell for only checking out the hot girl or whatever guy. I should know...I'm one of them. The hypocrite of course, not the hot guy...but whoever thought I was hot, thank you.
I guess let's stop it at there...it's damn late and I dunno what else to type to be honest. My point is everybody and whatever they do is flowing within the cycle of hyprocrisy. You probably don't understand...I phrased it wrongly. Erm...basically, what comes around goes around. If you are shallow or you dislike something or do something...that same thing is gonna bite you in the arse, mate. Who cares if the pretty gal don't notice you...you probably are ugly. Relax bro, join the gang. Or maybe you have other qualities she likes or maybe not. Whatever really...I'm like this because I believe in Karma and the whole effect it has on people's lives. So be good if you want whatever you want...but work for it aswell. Another thing...Ditching your old buddies...it's gonna do more damage than you think, stupid. Really, I've had my fair share of both cases...well actually that's an understatement, but you get my point, right? Sweet. And hey...don't f**k with Karma...it'll bite your ass off.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Influential People
Over the past few decades, lists of people who have affected society have been created. From lists of music bands to guitarist and from scientists to politicians. All these lists contant some of the most powerful figure-heads of history. From Leonardo da Vinci to Gandhi, all these lists have many kinds of personalities from all over the world.
However, the only problem with these lists are: they are always changed and out-dated. The past century has seen many magazines, such as Time, come up and change the lists annually, with their annual 100 list. Anyway, a book was published in 1978 titled The 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Persons in History. This book was written by a man named Michael H. Hart. His top ten include (1992 Edition):
1. Prophet Muhammad
2. Issaac Newton
3. Jesus
4. Buddha
5. Confucius
6. St. Paul
7. Ts'ai Lun
8. Johannes Gutenberg
9. Christopher Columbus
10. Albert Einstein
Now, the problem with lists are that everyone has their take. I, like many of you, do not agree with this list fully. Most of the people on the list are prominent figures in history and have ultimately change it aswell. However, I too have come up with lists...surprise, surprise. However the list itself is more specific, reflecting on the 20th Century and the people involved in events or people who have had an impact on the century itself. Here it goes...remember everyone has their own take on stuff. What might seem right to me, doesn't necessary reflect on you. Hence your own thoughts do not reflect on the reality aswell. These lists are just for fun.
16 Influential People or Corporations of the 20th Century, not in List order or format:
Microsoft (aka Bill Gates' Empire)
McDonalds Corporation
Walt Disney
Adolf Hitler
Apple, Inc (aka Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak)
Vladimir Lenin
Mao Zedong
Albert Einstein
Archduke Franz Ferdinand
Mother Theresa
Oprah Winfrey
Joseph Stalin
Bob Dylan
Steven Hawking
The Beatles
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Why 16? Well, loads of lists have multiples of 5. So why not something different. Also there were 16 people I could think of who deserved to be on the list.
I feel these are the people, or companies or bands for that matter, which have affected the past century. All the above have caused changes in the past and ultimately affected the future. Most, if not all, of whom are famous people, well...how can you be famous and not have an impact on society? Makes sense, ya?
The impact of the people above range from world wars, Adolf Hitler and Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to television, Oprah Winfrey. From the music industry, Bob Dylan and The Beatles, to men of science, Steven Hawking and Albert Einstein. People who have changed millions of people's lifes with ideologies, the list has omitted Karl Marx but its influenced on Lenin has had significant effect, to humanitarian Mother Theresa and Ghandi. Even entertainment, food and technological companies were included.
However, the only problem with these lists are: they are always changed and out-dated. The past century has seen many magazines, such as Time, come up and change the lists annually, with their annual 100 list. Anyway, a book was published in 1978 titled The 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Persons in History. This book was written by a man named Michael H. Hart. His top ten include (1992 Edition):
1. Prophet Muhammad
2. Issaac Newton
3. Jesus
4. Buddha
5. Confucius
6. St. Paul
7. Ts'ai Lun
8. Johannes Gutenberg
9. Christopher Columbus
10. Albert Einstein
Now, the problem with lists are that everyone has their take. I, like many of you, do not agree with this list fully. Most of the people on the list are prominent figures in history and have ultimately change it aswell. However, I too have come up with lists...surprise, surprise. However the list itself is more specific, reflecting on the 20th Century and the people involved in events or people who have had an impact on the century itself. Here it goes...remember everyone has their own take on stuff. What might seem right to me, doesn't necessary reflect on you. Hence your own thoughts do not reflect on the reality aswell. These lists are just for fun.
16 Influential People or Corporations of the 20th Century, not in List order or format:
Microsoft (aka Bill Gates' Empire)
McDonalds Corporation
Walt Disney
Adolf Hitler
Apple, Inc (aka Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak)
Vladimir Lenin
Mao Zedong
Albert Einstein
Archduke Franz Ferdinand
Mother Theresa
Oprah Winfrey
Joseph Stalin
Bob Dylan
Steven Hawking
The Beatles
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Why 16? Well, loads of lists have multiples of 5. So why not something different. Also there were 16 people I could think of who deserved to be on the list.
I feel these are the people, or companies or bands for that matter, which have affected the past century. All the above have caused changes in the past and ultimately affected the future. Most, if not all, of whom are famous people, well...how can you be famous and not have an impact on society? Makes sense, ya?
The impact of the people above range from world wars, Adolf Hitler and Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to television, Oprah Winfrey. From the music industry, Bob Dylan and The Beatles, to men of science, Steven Hawking and Albert Einstein. People who have changed millions of people's lifes with ideologies, the list has omitted Karl Marx but its influenced on Lenin has had significant effect, to humanitarian Mother Theresa and Ghandi. Even entertainment, food and technological companies were included.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Edison Chen Scandal
Sorry, but I just had to do this post.
As some of you, who am I kidding...All of you should know about the Edison Chen scandal. Well, I have a few things about the issue. Hopefully, no one will try and kill me for typing this out. But here it goes...
Firstly, as far as Edison Chen, personally I think everything just went wrong. It similar happerned to a 70's Glam Rockstar named Gary Glitter. Similarly to Edison, Gary went to have something repaired. For Gary, it was his computer. Anyway, whilst restoring the files, the mechanic found files of obscene child pornographic pictures. Gary was then tried in court and sentenced to jail. At least that's what I remembered. Anyway, as they say "History repeats itself" corny and cliched, I know.
So, that goes to show that technology is raging a war against humans. First the machines are ruining careers of pop stars, what next?
The only reason the Edison Chen matter didn't escalate to that of Gary Glitter's is because...well Edison's pictures didn't, thankfully, include children.
Secondly, I feel the way the media and people not related to the issue handled it, made Edison more well-known. After this incident, his fame has risen dramatically. Seriously, I didn't know who the hell he was until this issue.
And finally, have you noticed...usually people than aren't involved in a matter are the ones bloating it out of proportion? Usually people who have no right to say anything or do anything are the ones making the most fuss? If you really are a fan of the women involved in the incident and you, for some reason, want to protect them but you don't give a damn about Edison...then shouldn't you just shuttup? I mean, if you were in the shoes of those women...wouldn't you want the matter to just disappear? Alas, isn't it best to just get over it? So personally I seriously don't know why fans are trying to get the matter higher than it really needs to be. Honestly, if you want to hurt Edison, wouldn't you be as bad as him? Those women whom he hurt were hurt emotionally and psychologically. Physical pain cannot overwhelm that of a mental one. Edison is already having a hard time showing his face around.
Really, my take is that people should just drop the issue, because its really benefiting Edison and doing harm to those women. Its like...
"There's Edison...he's the one who did this and that to whoever! Get him! ARRRRRRRRRR!"
And everytime that happens, the women are the ones reminded of the incident because fans and the media brought it up.
So really, if you wanna help those victims of the tape, just move on...they wanna, so should you. Plus I'm actually more impressed by the number of women he went out with...that's like 200 more than me. YIKES!
As some of you, who am I kidding...All of you should know about the Edison Chen scandal. Well, I have a few things about the issue. Hopefully, no one will try and kill me for typing this out. But here it goes...
Firstly, as far as Edison Chen, personally I think everything just went wrong. It similar happerned to a 70's Glam Rockstar named Gary Glitter. Similarly to Edison, Gary went to have something repaired. For Gary, it was his computer. Anyway, whilst restoring the files, the mechanic found files of obscene child pornographic pictures. Gary was then tried in court and sentenced to jail. At least that's what I remembered. Anyway, as they say "History repeats itself" corny and cliched, I know.
So, that goes to show that technology is raging a war against humans. First the machines are ruining careers of pop stars, what next?
The only reason the Edison Chen matter didn't escalate to that of Gary Glitter's is because...well Edison's pictures didn't, thankfully, include children.
Secondly, I feel the way the media and people not related to the issue handled it, made Edison more well-known. After this incident, his fame has risen dramatically. Seriously, I didn't know who the hell he was until this issue.
And finally, have you noticed...usually people than aren't involved in a matter are the ones bloating it out of proportion? Usually people who have no right to say anything or do anything are the ones making the most fuss? If you really are a fan of the women involved in the incident and you, for some reason, want to protect them but you don't give a damn about Edison...then shouldn't you just shuttup? I mean, if you were in the shoes of those women...wouldn't you want the matter to just disappear? Alas, isn't it best to just get over it? So personally I seriously don't know why fans are trying to get the matter higher than it really needs to be. Honestly, if you want to hurt Edison, wouldn't you be as bad as him? Those women whom he hurt were hurt emotionally and psychologically. Physical pain cannot overwhelm that of a mental one. Edison is already having a hard time showing his face around.
Really, my take is that people should just drop the issue, because its really benefiting Edison and doing harm to those women. Its like...
"There's Edison...he's the one who did this and that to whoever! Get him! ARRRRRRRRRR!"
And everytime that happens, the women are the ones reminded of the incident because fans and the media brought it up.
So really, if you wanna help those victims of the tape, just move on...they wanna, so should you. Plus I'm actually more impressed by the number of women he went out with...that's like 200 more than me. YIKES!
The Deal With The Media (The New Paper, Sports Pages)
I'm sure all of you reading this are Singaporean, or at least I think so. Anyway, I hope some of you read The New Paper. Well, for you guys I know most of you either flip the pages hoping to see a picture of some attractive lady or turn to the back and read their coverage of sports.
Now the issue I'm raising is the bias and, to me personally, the subjective nature the press has on football. For this paper, its always about Liverpool and, to a lesser extent, Man Utd. Now, I like those to teams, in fact I think they're great but the way the New Paper has edited the back pages makes me have to remind myself I'm not in Liverpool. If you pick up the New Paper after fixtures of matches have been played, you will find yourself reading extensive reports on Liverpool. Even if they've lost or won or drew, there must be that big graphic post match analysis on the game. Almost everytime I do that, that's what I read. You open the back pages and you find yourself reading...
"Hmm...Torres is great (personally I do think he's good)" or "Rafalution (or some petty excuse to give Liverpool fans a glimmer of hope)" or "Hicks and Gillet blah blah blah" or "Gerrard is something something". You get me. It doesn't stop there! Then there's the 2 or 3 page coverage of the post-match analysis or something like that. Blah blah blah blah.
I'm not angry at Liverpool (I'm an Arsenal fan btw, I've got enough problems wanting a team of school boys to win a trophy) or Liverpool fans. I just am not happy with the way The New Paper edits its papers. There's millions of stories on Liverpool.
Also, another thing is the treatment of Chelsea. Come on...Real Madrid, and you start giving them loads of credit. "Oh Real this and Real that" and "Galacticos that and whatever", but they are great though. And when it comes to Chelsea, "Evil Abramovich or something" and "Unhappy Chelsea Camp". You get me, they give Chelsea all the bad press. But that was the past and less and less or Chelsea being bad is turning up. I can understand that good news is no news, I have to admit.
Lastly, Arsenal. Why is my beloved club given too little press? Arsenal won by a big margin...surprise, surprise...Liverpool hogs the headlines with their 0-0 draw. Arsenal progress through cup! But no...Riise was robbed. Same with other little known teams being robbed of their limelight. Some team donates to charity! But no...the New Paper gets exclusive coverage of Ronaldo's life or something.
I'm probably gonna get blasted for this post...
Now the issue I'm raising is the bias and, to me personally, the subjective nature the press has on football. For this paper, its always about Liverpool and, to a lesser extent, Man Utd. Now, I like those to teams, in fact I think they're great but the way the New Paper has edited the back pages makes me have to remind myself I'm not in Liverpool. If you pick up the New Paper after fixtures of matches have been played, you will find yourself reading extensive reports on Liverpool. Even if they've lost or won or drew, there must be that big graphic post match analysis on the game. Almost everytime I do that, that's what I read. You open the back pages and you find yourself reading...
"Hmm...Torres is great (personally I do think he's good)" or "Rafalution (or some petty excuse to give Liverpool fans a glimmer of hope)" or "Hicks and Gillet blah blah blah" or "Gerrard is something something". You get me. It doesn't stop there! Then there's the 2 or 3 page coverage of the post-match analysis or something like that. Blah blah blah blah.
I'm not angry at Liverpool (I'm an Arsenal fan btw, I've got enough problems wanting a team of school boys to win a trophy) or Liverpool fans. I just am not happy with the way The New Paper edits its papers. There's millions of stories on Liverpool.
Also, another thing is the treatment of Chelsea. Come on...Real Madrid, and you start giving them loads of credit. "Oh Real this and Real that" and "Galacticos that and whatever", but they are great though. And when it comes to Chelsea, "Evil Abramovich or something" and "Unhappy Chelsea Camp". You get me, they give Chelsea all the bad press. But that was the past and less and less or Chelsea being bad is turning up. I can understand that good news is no news, I have to admit.
Lastly, Arsenal. Why is my beloved club given too little press? Arsenal won by a big margin...surprise, surprise...Liverpool hogs the headlines with their 0-0 draw. Arsenal progress through cup! But no...Riise was robbed. Same with other little known teams being robbed of their limelight. Some team donates to charity! But no...the New Paper gets exclusive coverage of Ronaldo's life or something.
I'm probably gonna get blasted for this post...
Hello Bored People
So I've finally kept up with technology and created a blog. This of course will be read by 2...no 5 people who apparantly have either stumbled on this site by accident or simply have nothing to do and are bored. Either way I hope to at least entertain you people before you decide you've had enough of this blog and click elsewhere.
The content of my blog will be of matters that concern the public or at least issues I've read in magazines. Again please give this blog 5 minutes before you think you've had enough.
The content of my blog will be of matters that concern the public or at least issues I've read in magazines. Again please give this blog 5 minutes before you think you've had enough.
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