Monday, 21 December 2015

Math and rock is a thing

This has been a discovery for me as I found that there’s a genre called math rock. A ninny like me who doesn’t have a diverse knowledge in music industry found this a very fascinating thing to explore.

Probably some of you have already listened to such genre and probably some of you don’t realize (like me) that you have listened to them. For instance 凛として時雨 /  Ling tosite sigure and HaKu. Both originated from Japan. Very talented indeed. These are my favourite :

For a more old school band, try Zeni Geva. Much awesomeness.

What? Japanese bias much…Aight, here are some non-Japanese works which are also nothing but pure awesomeness.

Anyway, if you want more, you just have to find it yourself. Maybe you’ll find some that will pique your interest other than my selections above. Or why don’t you guys start from here

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

The Masses

This is not a crime
As you told everyone
Or you think you have told them
In your own ways

An artistic and unique it may seems to you
But not to others who thinks differently
All you did is for the sake of humanity
The sole reason that keeps you going

Eliminate the unwanted and the violent
Who are you to judge,they said
Throwing curses and hates at your shadow
As they can never catch you

Your mind is the ultimate work of god
Swift yet delicate fingers that works the magic
They can never understood such human can be a monster
But you don't want them to understand you.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015


The last piece has been put upon the puzzle.
    The final drop of memory has been drained.
Emptiness is reveal, conjuring scenery,
    Of something that he had always dreamt.

Kindness and violence are different actions.
    But has the same mechanism.
Even now, reading has the same mechanism.
    He is now aware of the connections.

His eyes are now covered.
    Leading to the cold path ahead.
Deeper into the darkness.
    He has chosen and will never return.

That poor lake yet soothing.
    Winter does not make it into ice.
He wondered and probably found the answer.
    The skin is impaled with vigorous cold straight to the bone.

Birds are still singing and wind is still blowing.
    Oblivious of the human being.
The paper is floating eventually drenched.
    Still no human can be seen.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Farewell Fantasia

This has been a sudden
to know or not knowing
neither is pleasant I think.
I will never be prepared.

I thought I'll never shed any tears,
even the tears feel desperate,
making my body surprise of it existence.
Such a shame,there's no proper farewell.

We both have given something
and accepted each other presence,
either good or bad.
Now,you've given me and all of us your last present.


Wednesday, 12 August 2015


Voices whispering,
along with the winds,
halting the teary eyes.

Patches heart,
never mind the wounds,
Another part,
of life,eventually dies.

Let us live,
without regrets,
we will see,
blooming beauty,it will give.

It is not easy,
countless stabbing of emotion,
Bloom like a daisy,
and let the past stay hidden.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Close and Weave

The weight that tugs on my chest,
the constant replay of boring and dragging songs in my head is sucking my breaths and sanity.
They whisper me lullabies while pricking on my eyes.
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.

The faint ache in my temples ties my head up in a knot,
the uncomfortable positions on the bed,
the striking fluorescent light,
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

Futuristic Visualisation

Don't mind them,
Be yourself.
Said the heart.

If they don't want you around,
others will.
Said the heart,comforting the soul.

Do what you think is right,
do what you think is fun,
Said the mind.

You're in control of yourself.
This is not the time to be in woe.
Because time is running out.

Make a difference,
to your life,
to the world.

Hope for the better of us.

Saturday, 25 July 2015


The words tangling and dangling just at the edge of my brain,waiting to be spit out
but to no avail.
Just like swallowing your own puke and occasionally someone's puke.

And as simple as that,the heart was torn.

Sunday, 24 May 2015


I think that this month is probably the most stressful month I have ever been through. I got stressed and fussed up over a small thing (not really small, but still). Most of the time I just run away from anything that may stress me up instead of facing it. Which is definitely not me.  I felt anxious most of the time. It felt like so many things going on that I can’t keep up (or sometimes people can’t keep up with me when I needed their cooperation.)
Even though I’m solving the problem one by one, it seems to me that this will never end.

Enough said of my rambling regarding my (not so) personal life.
Listening to From Dusk Till Dawn by Abingdon Boys School made me think and reflect (just from the title and not the lyric which I don’t really understand most of it, hahaha) on what I had done for the rest of the day and how fortunate I am to be living in this life with just only some small issues in my life to be concern unlike some of the unfortunate ones that deal with the matter of life and death every single day.
Recently, (or not, it happened for a long time ago, but began to peak up recently), the notorious human trafficking of the Rohingya ethnic that deserved the help and concern from the vast more fortunate human beings. And to those that lend their hands for the sake of humanity, no matter in what form it might be, the world is grateful for there are such people as you guys. Only God that can return the favour.
Not only that, for the people that help the unfortunate of the Nepali that was struck by a catastrophic earthquake that had killed and injured many, you have helped rebuild the world and hopefully into a better and brighter future.

Keep the faith and keep on believing that the world will change into a better place if we all just play our part and be together especially in this time of hardship.

Sunday, 1 February 2015


Elevate my feelings
Thrust my lungs
If that makes any sense

I want to break free
From this excruciating life
That hold me tight,deep in its fantasy.

Take me out,soaring the sky
With soothing zephyr
Help me forget of the stereotype life.