Here is something new. I've never posted a comment saying that I'll be giving my thoughts on Angel's latest entry. Hmm..


So here we go...


"Bagi peha nak betis"

Sounds familiar? Well, that's because most of us who are complacent and ingrates will understand why. We take everything for granted. I'm a hyprocrite, a big-ass time hyprocrite.

Mr H has all the things he wants but sadly and pathetically, like any poor misguided fool he believed that he could lead others astray. I'll say this for Satan himself.

"Aiyoyoyo, how can that fellow do that la? Hasn't he learnt anything from me on how to deceive people??? >.< "

First up, let me say that I'm not condemning my race(Chinese) to an eternity of dumbness. But sadly, in every community, some entity is bound to be some idiot who will just make a mess out of it.

Mr H is an exemplary candidate. Well, not that I know him personally but one thing kills him. If Mr H thinks that he can hoodwink a well-padded girl with his straightforwardness, I'm blissfully ignorant by assuming that it is his most intelluctual move. Come on, do you think girls of other sizes would be deceived so easily? IMHO, I don't think so. After all, if they're really desperate for a BF at that particular moment of time, he would have swooned them instantaneously. Hmmph.

But at some point I realised that Angel could have just bitch-slapped Mr H. Why didn't you do it? Oh wait. Because if you did you would most probably be hearing rumours about how you would have smacked his slim arse and teeny-weeny "Buddy".

Nevertheless, I'm glad to note that Angel is still alive and kicking. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? So, that's all there is to life. You either move on, stay stagnant or descend downwards. Kudos Angel!

Remember, everyone will find their own in time.


VO Faith

Whatever happened? It seems like she must have misunderstood me. Well, I don't exactly have any idea how I am going to play this. But if she believes that nothing lasts forever, I'm going to give her something to make her believe that it will last forever.

If she is adamant, I'll just float away.

Going to play by ear now.

Famous to Infamous?
Food Haven to Name Reformasi?

So many things just come and walk us through. When we are asked to conform to something new, the old one suddenly gathers so much hype. Why is it that some people prefer to stand by the old one and not embrace the new one? Particularly one reason could be that they understand the history of that specific, symbolic icon. Like most new generations, 4th Generation above wouldn't really be able to comprehend the impact this place has imprinted on patrons.

As we are all made aware, Jalan Alor is now being changed to Jalan Kejora.

ALOR = KEJORA( VENUS????? What the hell?)
*both still contain the alphabets AOR.

Nostalgic memories flood minds.

CITY HALL HAD EXPLAINED THAT THE STREET NAME WAS CHANGED AT THE REQUEST OF THE NATIONAL ECONOMIC ACTION COUNCIL TO MEET REQUIREMENTS UNDER THE ROAD-NAMING GUIDELINES.

Oh I've heard that one before. They want to show that we are modernising ourselves and making a symbolic Name vanish without any symbolic arguments. Hmm...Now is it just our mentality or have we started to become more foolish day by day, trading history for fame?

After all, haven't all the Bapa-bapa Malaysia been promoting "In order to move on, we must relearn history" Oh wait. They've adopted a new approach, they're relearning history with
I Simply Arrest(ISA)

Anyways, let's continue:

Take a look at all this people eating. Look at the smile on their faces. Happy happy Gobblers!



Wow. They are even promoting Premier tissue! It's like our must-have partner. You rarely see other brands of tissue at restaurants and hawkers. I think the name has them all jinxed to the brand. And they're almost in every car!


"I'm like the most endorsed brand around hawkers and restaurants!
OMG. Wee!!!! Oh wait, I forgot to say cars also. Wuahaha."













Alright, that was relatively painless. But as we can see, people don't come to Malaysia to learn about history. Other countries have longer and more colourful history. Just because we were tainted with so many wonderful Caucasian and Asian counterparts, that doesn't make us exactly the best place for history. But "Guai Low's"@Gringo's@Mat Salleh's@Celup's come to Malaysia to taste the exquisiteness of our food. Look at it in a positive eccentric way, our food variety is a little bit eccentric. You don't find this kind of variety very often outside of Malaysia.


"Eat la, don't be shy shy wan. If not, why you come Malaysia ar? Don't wolli, when you go back you sure to lose weight. Now you here you eat lot-lot la! OK!! Nah, come take some more la...Come come ar!"


Biarlah aku ditiup angin,
Aromaku yang melayang ke hujung perasaan,
Yang menusuk masuk,
Dada yang ditusuk rasa satay!







Look at these two guys, eating to their hearts content though I'm a bit unsure about the dude with the cap. Hmm..













Everyone knows Jalan Alor as the food haven. You want to spoil adventurous food people? Well, rethink the cost of reprinting Jalan Kejora. Does it really matter that much to actually change a road sign? Why must we adhere to people high above who doesn't spend time to actually see the problem at grassroot level. Do we really need them to guide us? How can we progress with these dickheads making sloppy half-assed decisions?

Also, I read in The Star yesterday saying that there is a possibility to change Kuala Lumpur to Kuala Lestari? Because Lumpur = Mud, they want to shine KL. With what? The history behind Kuala Lumpur is something all KL'ites like me will hold dear! And does it really matter to actually change the name? What's in a name that makes it so status-conscious? Does Kuala Lumpur reflect that badly on us? Lumpur?

What's in a name? Are we really that status conscious that we choose all sorts of eccentric names to make ourselves stand out? Plus, I've met some people whom I know English'ize their names.


Bakar = Burn
Latiff = Tape
Kumar = Kum - Pronounced K-a-m
(imagine if I substituted the "K" for "C", which I did :D )


Best of all, I know this one dude in uni who goes by the name Sky.

"Hey, check out the sky. It's so blardy dark lah. How to go home ar?" Bernard tells Ee Lynn.
"Hah? You called me ar?? Oh, icicici..." Sky says.

I'm astounded, profounded and dumbfounded. Why can we just let some things remain as they are?

Once again, what's in a name? And at what cost?

"Crystal Ball" by Keane

Who is the man I see
Where I'm supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall

Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I'm even here
The more I look the more I think that I'm
Starting to disappear

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

I don't know where I am
And I don't really care
I look myself in the eye
There's no-one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong



I fell in love with Keane when they came out with Hopes and Fears. Now when they came out with Under the Iron Sea, I love them even more. They are experimenting with their sound mechanisms and it's great. One great track that I would recommend to non-Keane fans would be Crystal Ball.

Alright alright, that's enough diversion. Now, just to share a little bit.

The lyrics for this song is well written. It's very simple. How we lost ourselves and hoping for a "crystal ball" to lead us back to our paths. As we can see, the word "Crystal Ball" itself is a metaphor.

In our lives, we constantly look towards God when we are lost. Or for those Atheists, I seriously have no idea. I guess they just take a break and clear their mind of all smog and crap.

Anyways, I'm also looking for this "Crystal Ball". So secretive that I've lost everything that I was fighting for last time. All my dreams of destroying the one who brought me up has somewhat dissipated. I feel that there is no more kick to it; it's like I've been drained of my anger. Or it could be as you age you tend to let it pass by and the fire that once burned within ebbs as age catches up.

I didn't see meaning in life last time. I lived for the sole purpose of making her life hell. I was revenge embodied, I was the Devil reincarnated, I was Hell's most precious Hellhound. Imagine the havoc I wreak once I let it go now. All that anger was channeled to that sole purpose. It fed my soul with anger and now I'm burnout. As fire burns out, so did my anger.

Now, I'm just tired.

That was a diversion. Getting back on track, I've searched for the crystal ball. My crystal would bring about anger, hatred, abomination of our bodily temple and most of all Recognition and Submission from HER.

Now I couldn't find it but there was something else glittering not too far away.

I found my crystal ball. And all the while it was in front of me, swaying to my beat. Or going all insane and uncontrollable. My guitar. I write songs on it, share my anger and passion with it, dream of dreams that can never come true. My guitar is akin to a girl's teddy bear except the fact that I don't hug it snugly to ensure that my guitar stays intact for me.

But then, Keane's crystal ball is like a guiding light to the right path. I'm invested so much time in my guitar that now itself I cannot remember the part on which I became who I am today. So, I look for meaning whenever I write songs now. Not expressions of love and "I Love You"

There is more to to life. That is why we all are searching for a crystal ball to help us look into the future but the simple fact is that there is no need for a Crystal Ball. It'll be fogged up and you can only see smudges of our handprints clouding the image.

I don't know where I am
And I don't really care
I look myself in the eye
There's no-one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare


Under the Iron Sea,
Keane, 2007

I'm attempting to write an autobiography after more than 15 years.


I am Mother Nature


I watch over the land, sea and most importantly, Earth. Throughout time, I have had watched as those who were left in charge started to grow. As they grew, those under my care started to disappear slowly.

My nephews, nieces and grandchildren were being slaughtered. I mourned, day and night I sat above and cried. Yet will all those tears, I felt that the humans were starting to behave in a unbelievable manner. They were illegally tearing them down, without remorse. How could I just sit above and plead with them? Isn't my tears enough for them to know how much it hurts to see loved being massacred?

Humans really hold little respect for my offspring.

I needed to remain patient as it was always practised last time. Patience is a virtue and good things will come to those who wait. So I waited. And waited. Years gone by and yet no sign emerged that they would start to change their ways. Still I kept on hoping till one shiny day, a tiny group of rebels appeared and started to challenge the dominant humans to help save Mother Nature. Wow. I was touched and aggravated at the same time. Aren't they supposed to be democratic humans? Something triggered my mind. All aspects of life have two sides. To balance the scales; light must be complimented with the dark. Any formation or government will have an opposition team watching over.

But as any minority has been tied and strangled, this rebellious movement didn't have the luxury to escape the guillotine. They were executed but their children supported their movement and it began to grow. After watching them grow for a few years now, I see that humans all have one common factor. Endurance. No matter what we throw at them, they will always bounce back higher with better techniques and increased brainpower.

I decided to upgrade myself too but then I soon realised that it is foolhardy and folly to rise against this unstoppable wave of endurance. They persisted with much determination and gusto that I was beginning to dread the moment I foresaw a long time ago.

Global Warming. I needed something that could help me stem the rising waves.

The Rebel Movement grew, they started to have a following of almost a few million faithfuls. It's nice to see someone standing beside you fighting to save the most precious gift from me. My offspring.

Two Centuries down the years and still nothing much has changed. Humans have taken up a new hobby. Illegal logging. The wars that they waged upon each other were necessary to have abominable amount of lumber to assist one faction to defeat the other. All they succeeded in doing was tearing my children apart. My heart ached to see my children uprooted from where they were. All that was left of my home was blood-stained barren lands. The lands my children were born upon were immortalised with a baptism of blood. Their life stories were forgotten as many whose lives have been destroyed.

Still I kept my patience. Though my anger grew with each passing moment, I still delivered minor reminders to keep them in check. Whenever they received my punishment, the human's unbreakable spirit and ability to unite themselves irregardless of culture, character or status were just fascinating. How could they not feel the pain as I had to sacrifice some of my children as collateral damage? Do they know the pain? No they didn't. They felt it was not their problem. They had more of their own problems. I on the other hand felt like killing them and wiping them all with one gigantic wave that can swallow the Earth in one big SLURP.

When I unleashed my favourite pet(His name was Tsunami) on Christmas Day in 2004, I told Tsunami that this is my first of many warnings to come. Suffering numerous casualties, I felt my message had been delivered with utmost effect. Once again, they stood together and till now I'm wondering what spirit or zest do they possess that allows them to bind evermore closely.

That kept them in check for a while. After a period of time, they were back as usual to business. Illegal murdering of my children.

Presently, they're now planning to destroy my holiday getaway which is the Artic Ocean. And when they finally destroy that, I won't spent a moment's hesitation to drown you all in the pain and suffering that I have endured from Day 1. Not even God will stand by you then because He too is suffering, watching this wretched world bring about itself to destruction.

But He and I had a discussion. The Rebel Movement was gaining momentum. I decided to put Armageddon on hold as they might prove to be useful in turning the tide in my favour.

I'll just wait and see.

Cloth n Clef


Had a great time with an excellent crowd. I wished I had performed more songs but still I couldn't demand more as I was slotted for the open mic, not the billed acts :D

Well, I performed two songs. Amanda and Eunice were with me. Thanks gals! The setting was nice, wished I had a bloody camera. I'm investing in a new camera as soon as my salary comes in. Can't wait because it's so hard to capture words.

"A picture paints a thousand words"

See how much hassle it can save me? :D

Anyway, I'm looking out for more gigs. Then at least I'll garner experience.

The other "open mikers" (as quoted by Reza Salleh) and billed acts played well too. I learned some new stuff from them. Like how to sing better and write better lyrics etc.

All of them played well, after all we're all on the same boat right? So we're all equal!

Dear All,

I apologise for not putting up the directions firstly.


Let me first remind you that this an open mic session which means I'll have to go to the venue and register first. My slot will be unknown depending on the number of performers. It's ok if anyone cannot make it, I understand. Please, don't force yourself ok?

Directions to Changkat, Raja Chulan:


It's all verbal with no map.

IF your meeting point is at The Weld, go until AmBank is on your left, then take the turning with the sign saying Changkat. Go straight until the end then follow left.

You should see many shoplots there and keep on going straight.

Cloth n Clef is on your left hand side. It's quite close by so you have to go slowly if not you're sure to miss it. It's a small place, white in colour.


Hope to see you all there. If you all need further clarifications, give me a call or sms k? Love you all lots and thanks for the support!



Regards,
Visage of Faith @ Bernard

Pretenders: I wish I knew what they are actually

When you put on a mask for the whole of your lifetime, you realise people don’t want to see any other façade other than the one you’ve worn throughout. When you’re all of a sudden a different layer, people turn away and start wondering “What ever happened to him?”

Those who don’t know will always have that notion that what they see is what they get. Or else they will depend on what others say to strengthen their perception. Crude, just so crude.

I might lead a very pretended life. You may say you’re my friend and have known me for many years. But in fact, what you have just graced is just the iceberg. So don’t blame me if I say that you don’t even know a fraction of who I am.

I was just reminded last Wednesday (1^st October) that no one really knows me, not even my brother. I don’t think so I have ever blown my top publicly. Even my mom doesn’t know hell of what is going on. I blew my top to my brother when he made some very unfair allegations. All sorts of names were spitted from my mouth right into the very pinnacle of his soul. I gave him everything that was running through my heart, the anger, the frustration, seething fury.

Coursing my veins were the pleasures of anger but remotely, I felt that it was useless at that point. After all, stimulants are just temporary. If we were to run on the all the time, we would be exhausted and drained. And so my anger faded. Throughout the next few days, it keep annoying me to apologise to him. I held back myself and brainwashed myself saying he should apologise to me first. After all, who asked you to compare me with useless and futile characters? I might not be most useful and obedient but at least I know when to toe the line.

Even I myself wonder, which part of me do I want to show others? The pervert within? The angel? The friend who always crack lame-ass jokes just to make sure others smile? Which one?

I'm torn between those that I love and wearing a façade. Truth or Lie?

“It takes a liar to know another liar”

Do you know who is who and what they are underneath? I don’t think I do. Because people are so good at masking themselves. I’m still learning the ropes. It’s such a tedious process.

The reward for conformity was that everyone liked you except yourself. ~Rita Mae Brown, Venus Envy