For the desperately bought netbook for work... so, lets celebrate by showing u 2 replays of my recent war in Battle Stations.
Background: I am Musica Valen, a defender of my clan... so I get hit first before our forts got hit.... these replays are taken from the recent war. (The ships look weird coz I had a ship skin on).
Replay A: Another fish is attacking me (a fish too)
Replay B: Then, seconds later, this guy attacked my fish....
-like doing everything all over again, but that would make me not the me I know today. -that I might not be worth it for the standards, but my own. -like I'm just the bushes, canopied by the large greens. -afraid of things to come. -clueless of my next step. -that its as if I dont have any other options anymore. -that what I feel seems to be invisible for others to feel. -that my feelings is overwhelming that I cant concentrate on anything. -like quitting this job and just wander around the face of the earth. -like to continue this noting another day, another time. -like searching for the book again.
And there are things that I could see that many could try but couldn't be that some might have the slightest feel that little could do much to understand me understand how I stand, how I walk understand how I create and how I talk accepting what I want and what I need it's like a sun to a seed. That little seed That weak little seed All it wants is to grow Tall, big and green Like a big old oak Piercing the sky, being a roost Shading the shy, giving them a boost But that little seed is little So tiny that many belittle And it will grow to be Something that people make use of, you see And I am that little seed getting belittle at, getting stomped getting slow at getting bigger trying to grow to be greener just like a simple tree but can protect my baby even if it cost my body, dearly or my life as the price no, this aint no dice I would literally give my life away, so that they can get a nice smile to give me back give me their happiness and peace, in fact let them babies of mine wear something nice and fine that others awed at while they dine in jealousy and envy Coz I'd do anything for my baby.
Its too hard to bear When an S is negating another S even when the both of them are the same entity. Its too hard to see when an S fits an N even when the both of them are different entities, when they shouldn't be as one. Its hard to swallow the irony of the words. Its hard to comprehend the idea of the idea. And its hard enough to make others see. What I see.
It makes wonder what's the craze about this Maher Zain guy all over my friends' facebook. And I went to youtube to find this video. Not much of a video though. But you tell me. Is it a great song or what.
Lyrics:
We were given so many prizes We changed the desert into oasis We built buildings in different lenght and sizes And we felt so very statiesfied
We bought and bought we couldn't stop buying We gave charity to the poor cause we couldn't stand their crying We thaught we paid our dues but in fact To ourselves we're just lying
Oh...I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place I'm walking with my head lowered from my race Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west When in fact all focus should be on ourselves
I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place I'm walking with my head lowered from my race Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west When in fact all focus should be on ourselves
We were told what to buy and we'd bought We went to London, Paris and Costa del Sol We made show we were seen in the most exclusive shops Yes we felt so very statisfied
We felt our money gave us infinit power We forgot to teach our children about history and honor We didn't have anytime to lose...when we were(were) So busy feeling so statisfied
I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place I'm walking with my head from my race Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west When in fact all focus should be on ourselves (2x)
We became the visuals without a soul despite the heat Our homes felt so empty and cold
To fill the emptiness we bought and bought Maybe all the fancy cars and bling will make us statisfied
My dear brother and sister it's time to change inside Open your eyes...Don't throw away what's right aside Before the day comes when there's nowhere to run and hide Now ask yourself...cause Allah's watching you
Is he statisfied?...Is Allah satisfied?(3x)
Oh...I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place I'm walking with my head lowered from my race Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west When in fact all focus should be on ourselves(2x)
It has been 2 weeks that I've been looking for this album. And it proves to me that JB is one of the worst original music selling hub in this country. For more than 8 days I've been scouring the city for an original copy of this album but I could only find a copy of the pirated version. Tried placing order, made few calls, wasting fuel and time. And finally I found it. And it's worth it. Every song that I've listened to is worth it. It is not as fun as the previous Relapse, but the emotion of each song and its lyric was overwhelming. Much maturity shown from one of the greatest rapper in our time. And I cant wait to listen to the rest 3 songs.
It is dark and empty void as it will ever be and a ray shines, burning a half burnt candle glimmering revealing the dimly lit path half as true, half as farce being a beacon to moths and travellers and they are almost lost too for their eyes are blurry of fear, shame and fury and with nothing else in hand but a half burnt candle to light the land and it is a faint hope that they tried to cope with, as they walk down the slope.
It was a Monday. Not just any Monday, but the Monday where teachers celebrate the Teachers' Day in school. And I ended that day depressed.
Tashiboo has passed away. Confirmed by a specialist on Thursday.
After 5 years or so, After all those memories, After all those editing, After all those GW and MMOs, After all those assignments, After all those torrent-ing, downloading, uploading, bookmarking, And after all those traveling, He passed.
Thank you. Gonna be hard to find a replacement. You are after all, a part of me.
Been playing Dragon Age: Origins for a while now thanks to Seng Chee. These song captivates me, not only because of the FMV in the game, but the words in the song too.
Lyrics:
hahren na melana sahlin emma ir abelas souver'inan isala hamin vhenan him dor'felas in uthenera na revas
vir sulahn'nehn vir dirthera vir samahl la numin vir lath sa'vunin
Translated from the elven tongue:
elder your time is come now I am filled with sorrow weary eyes need resting heart has become grey and slow in waking sleep is freedom
we sing, rejoice we tell the tales we laugh and cry we love one more day
-- From "In Uthenera," traditional elven song of unknown origin.
What happened to your crush? Why does a crush called crush? Is it meant to be crushed? Irony eh.... Just a thought....
It all happened when I witnessed two 12 year olds and their crushes. One is a boy. One is a girl. And kids being kids, they planned lots of childish plans to get their crushes' hearts. Both with plans that might end up destroying my car... How do I know? From their friends...
At times, I'd chuckled at those plans and how adorable they are. But now, I cant sit easy without thinking what if it would really happen? What should I do? I mean my car's repair would be costly and at the same time, these kids are still kids. And hopefully it wont happen so that I don't have to think of what my course of action would be next for them.
Maybe in the future they would laugh at their childhood crush. But hopefully in the future I don't have to mope in the sad corner of my house for the money spent on repairs...
There is a room with not much room. It is the smallest and some say the weakest but its not that detached. The maid's quarter is much more better with a bathroom attached. The room gets the sun all day it gets the heat everyday. The room get the rain some days but stays the most humid for days. And for days its been like that unlike the other rooms, that have much more fat. It is like an oven, it is like a box it is not like a place where you can coax. But mind you, the one with obsessions This room is filled with important possessions. No one could not be in the room, to be a part, if he does not have heart.
It was the 5th yesterday. And at around 8pm, the housing area I lived in had had a blackout. Without warning.
I was tired, being in the team that organized the district level volleyball competition for under 18-boys. Went to work at 7am, finished at 4. Mind you, I didn't just stand there. I did stuff that can make an ox too tired to even munch the grass inside it's mouth.
So usually night time was my time. For me to check the Facebook, play some FB games, write some work stuff, type some stuff, print some stuff. All using the electricity. But not the night of the 5th of April 2010.
Last night when every houses on the street went dark at the same time, I felt like I couldn't do a thing. So I took my keys, went downstairs to start my car just to charge my mobile phone, just in case it couldn't last until the next morning to wake me up. While waiting for it to be done, I observed.
I observed my surrounding. Neighbors rushing out to go to places that has electricity. Hondas after Hondas, Toyotas after Toyotas. I ignored them.
Instead, I turned my eyes to the sky. There, I wonder, why is it always Orion that I see at night. Not even the Ram in sight.
Spending almost an hour wondering outside of the house was enough for me.
Went back upstairs, light a candle and there it was, the book that darling lent to me. I do not read non-fantasy genre. But, that's all the entertainment I had. It was quite good. Look for the book 'The White Tiger' by Aravind Adiga. I recommend it.
Reading by the candle light was hard. ^_^
Once in a while I'd lie down, book aside, and stared out the window. The sky was cloudy, with the moonshine illuminates the layer of the clouds, making it glowing. And with that glow, the earth was caressed with soft light. Everything looks beautiful. The silent neighborhood was blanketed with what seems like a cooling sun. And to me, that is a great sign.
Sign for the 'me' whom had just got to the age of 25. A sign telling me that even in the darkness, there will always be a calm and cool factor.
And last night's black out was like the birthday gift from the Mother Nature.
We all need somebody that we can lean on When you wake up look around and see that your dreams gone When the earth quakes we’ll help you make it through the storm When the floor breaks a magic carpet to stand on We are the World united by love so strong When the radio isn’t on you can hear the songs A guided light on the dark road your walking on A sign post to find the dreams you thought was gone Someone to help you move the obstacles you stumbled on Someone to help you rebuild after the rubble’s gone We are the World connected by a common bond
I watched them, I envy them. When I look at them, I'm glad its working good for them. And when I stare at them, I despise them. I'm jealous.
And why cant I have it the way they have it? And there I was, kept on staring at them. And here I am, trying to look away. But I just cant unlock that stare from them.
There he was, still dark as before, still had to mutter words. There he was, still mischievous and foul-mouthed. There he was, still quiet. There he was, still calm and in control. And there he was, still curious.
There she was, still high spirited and full of smiles. There she was, still staring. And there she was, still speculating.
And here I am, proud of them. And here I am, laughing with them. And here I am, advising them. And here I am, crying, missing them so much.
And there they were, those familiar faces, waving goodbye to me.
When the time comes, the egg will hatch. When the time comes, the grub becomes hard. When the time comes, wings will flutter. When the time comes, two hearts will bear. When the time comes, the fire will be extinguished. and when that time comes, it will happen. It's just as it should be.
There I was, just trying to get my first meal of the day at 11 at big mamak place near Kampung Melayu. After confirming my order of Teh Tarik and Roti Telur, my favourite habit triggered. I started to observe people around me. At my 12 o clock, there's a table of an Indian family. The father, mother and son sat there happily eating their brunch. directly behind them was a group of Malay men, clad in simple kampung attire, ragged shirt and pants. They were talking about anything, mostly nothing is of importance. At my 10 o clock, there was a pair of Chinese businessmen. They were obviously discussing their opportunities of getting more profit, intervened by some CNY preparations small talks.
My meal came. It was cold. So much for the big building.
As I was tearing down the mamak cuisine, an animal crossed in front of me. A cat. A mother. She was holding her baby, maybe 3 weeks old, by its hind leg. It struck me that there might be something wrong with the kitten. The mother cat laid the kitten on the floor, between me and the Chinese businessmen, licking its litter with love and attention. It didn't made any movement at all. The kitten was dead.
The Indian family was uneasy with the cats.
The Malays gave glances then continued with their conversation.
The Chinese, they called for the waiters to throw away the dead kitten.
And they did.
The maternal instinct of the cat kicked in. Younger than Eton (maybe she's about 1 years old), she couldnt help but to watch everything helplessly. Seeing the dead body of her offspring being swept away and sent to the nearest black bin, she cried and cried for her lost litter. She begged and begged these people for her baby. No one cared to be attentive, empathetic and caring to this young mother. It was a sad reality.
The battery is needed, not the bulb. Coz the bulb doesnt need another bulb to light.
The cactus needs just few drops of water, not a tank of it. For the cactus will die of too much to drink.
The surfer can only surf on tides, not on a tsunami. Or it will drown him.
And the sailor needs a calm breeze, blowing his sail to his destination. And he'll pray and pray and hope for the typhoon and the storm would get past the ship so that his precious cargo wont find the seabed a comfy home.
It is a silent starry night, And the bloke is happy. It is the calm before the storm, And the bloke is happy. The other is sleeping, And the bloke is sleepy.
